TL: DR - My first job was a shitty retail job. One day after a pretty stellar record I was sent home for silly reasons and I ended up walking out with 6 other employees.
Late to the party, and I walked out so I wasn't fired, but figured I'd tell it anyway. I worked for K-Mart for over 3 years while I was in high school and college. Working at K-Mart for anything longer than 3 months typically means you've been there "forever" by teen standards, you see a lot of kids come and go. Most of them hated the job cause it was a shitty retail job, so a lot just quit pretty soon after starting or they end up getting fired for doing a piss poor job. It felt kind of nice to be one of the more responsible ones, and I felt like I set a good example for the lazy bitches that typically represented my age bracket.
Well, fast forward to about 3 years into the job. I'm in college, I'm a 20 something and still have my good looks, etc. I'm pretty well liked around the place by everyone....everyone except this one bitch of a manager. To be fair she pretty much disliked everyone and was always in a foul mood. Try as I may, I couldn't get on that woman's good side, she just wouldn't can her crummy attitude. Everyone was pretty sick of her, but we were all just lackeys in the K-Mart shitty chain of command.
Well, one night I was set to close the Garden Shop. I was in school at that time and worked after I got off class, but the evening hours weren't enough to mandate a full lunch break, so I'd eat my dinner at the eat-in Little Caesar's restaurant in the store during my 15 minute break. I ended up coming back from break less than 5 minutes over and the bitch was pissed. She was pissed enough to send me home for the rest of the day. I kind of had it at that point. I felt like I did a damn good job in the 3+ years I was there, had no real warnings about going over on breaks before that point, living paycheck to paycheck and this lady sends me home? I pretty much decided I wasn't coming back at that point, but I thought I'd return the favor and stick it to the bitch before I left. I had amassed quite a few friends in the joint in my time there, and she certainly didn't have many with the way she treated the employees. The bitch was the closing manager that night, and what better way to make a point than to leave an empty, messy store for her to take care of? Before I left for the night I talked to a number of colleagues and told them what went down and how I was thinking about not coming back, and one thing led to another, and people started joining me. By the time I exited the store there were 6 of us in total, two of which were adults (Married couple, they were ready to look for new jobs too). The manager was left with two employees I think to run the remainder of the store that evening. Meanwhile, those of us that left had a party out in the parking lot. I feel a little bad as we all made a pact to stay in touch, but that fell through pretty quickly after the incident.
I did try going back the next day to see what the fallout from the walk out caused. I found one of the managers that I was in good with and told my side of the story, just in case any facts were twisted. I didn't really want my job back, but I just wanted someone to know that I generally enjoyed my job while I was there and loved working for/with everyone there except the bitch. I could tell that my manager friend sided with me on the issue, but she said she couldn't comment on it for fear of losing her own job. I popped in on occasion and said hi to the people that still remained, and I like to think I made the store a better place as the bitch's mood magically changed quite a bit I heard after the incident.
Everything worked out pretty good in the end. The next week I took a job as a pizza delivery driver for an old friend from high school, I met my future wife there, and I've got a decent career now where my boss is generally cool.
