I worked at McDonalds and we had a break room in the basement with storage for us to put our stuff away.

Seeing as I lived pretty close, I’d always bring my bag of work clothes, (just my work shirt and hat) and walk down into the basement to change. Usually I had no problem doing this until one day, the day after my grandma passed away, I’m confronted by my boss before clocking in and he goes off.

“You need to change into your uniform and be ready to work before you walk in here and downstairs.”

I don’t know what came over me, why I did this and didn’t get written up, but I took like 3 slow steps to him and got in his face then said “I’m going to go downstairs and change now.” then walked away and did my usual thing.

Nothing came from that and I’d quit shortly after.