The culmination of the torture group’s dislike of my working was this one experience I had working at a local grocery store. The happened before I went to work at my mother’s office in roughly 2006.
My parents rightfully insisted I find a job. I did a few interviews. I got hired for the deli of a grocery store. They told me that only they didn’t put me in the deli right away. They had me bagging instead. This meant I was being paid less. The torture group let this go.
The store had me in the deli for a few training sessions. I was inadequately trained and also taught how to cheat the food safety rules. They shuffled me back and forth in departments without paying me properly.
It was after they abandoned me alone to run the deli that the incident occurred. In a normal person this would have been called a panic attack. For me this was a torture attack. I started crying during my break. When I went back in I explained that I had to go home to my manager. It was after I got home that I discovered I’d started my period and needed to change my clothes.
I’m not sure if my surprise period instigated the quitting or if it was planned. I had burned a bridge. I acted unprofessionally. This was the longest I had a real job. The torture group never let me be normal.