I’ve read a lot of bad job stories on Reddit, but this one made me gasp so loud I scared my dog. Imagine getting quietly pushed out of your job two days before your wedding. Not for poor performance, but because you dared to exist as a young woman with a life outside work.
The post starts off normal enough, but then it unravels into a masterclass in subtle workplace sabotage, shady HR tactics, and the kind of unspoken misogyny that somehow gets worse the more professional the office claims to be.
This one’s messy. It’s frustrating. It’s all too relatable. And it’s a good reminder that if your boss is asking for a “weekly breakdown of your time,” it might not be because they’re just really into calendars.