When I first got to the Seattle area I was working in a department store and I was helping my boss with a new display. I was having a really bad day with my hands (I have carpal tunnel - I can't get through a day without ibuprofen, otherwise I don't have full strength or mobility of my hands) and so I had to take it slow. She seemed to understand and I was grateful for her compassion.

Weeks later, she was going off on me because I wasn't using the proper terms (I guess there's a difference between a jacket, a coat, a pullover, and some other stupid posh bull**** terms that customers really don't care about, but she was upset with me because she's crazy) for the expensive crap I had to sell, and then she started making fun of me for having bad hands. She grabbed a hanger and fumbled with it, eventually dropping it. I was so offended by her behavior that I actually quit my job that day (and reported her to corporate - no response). So fucking rude. I nearly cried. As if I could help that my hands are cripply and weird. (She literally told me that she "needed someone who could do the job", completely dismissing all the other things I did on a daily basis.)