i read all of your comments and i agree with all of you. I shouldn't have lied and just faced this head on by quitting instead of being an idiot. I wanted to give everyone some detailed stories of what occured behind closed doors in my work environment.
To start off I got really close with one of the supervisers "steve". He was always there and helped me when I got left alone after being at that job for two weeks. We had a normal and respectful realationship, nothing weird happened and he was great to talk to when I was having issues or problems with both my work and personal life. People weren't happy that i got close with steve and would try and ruin our friendship we had. (still to this day, i dont know why) I got taken off the same shifts as him, which was fine, I had no issues with that. One week later after they switched me around, one of my co worker's was re-doing the schedule and put me back on the same shifts as steve. I was confused, and asked if they were okay with me working at the same time as him, and they said yes. They clearly weren't.
My co workers and supervisers spent two weeks being at mad at me for being on the same shift as steve. I talked to both HR and my boss to try and get to the bottom of why they were being mean to me about this, and tried to avoid steve as well. They were relentless, telling my supervisers lies about how "i wasn't doing my work, making excuses, or steve was letting me off the hook of having to work." Steve denied ever saying anything like that, and told my supervisers I was doing my job. When I tried to tell them i was working, they dismissed me and was convinced that i was lying and steve was covering for me. They fucking hated me.
It kept going, certain co workers were telling my supervisers lie after lie and it was always about me not working. Multiple other co workers (including steve) had proved that i was doing my job and not slacking off to help them back off.
The longer this went on, being doubted by everyone and not being trusted, the more my mental state crashed. I was constantly obsessing over work, even when I was at home. All my conversations with my boyfriend were all work based, and I didn't even realize how bad i was spiralling. The day I got sent home is the day I snapped and also accidentally slammed my hand in the door. I was giving steve attitude and trying to avoid him/my other co workers while being in the backyard of the warehouse cleaning up garbage. (as i was told to do) "carter" from my other post, told steve i wasnt working even though he passed me twice and both times i was filling an empty garabe bag with trash. Steve came over to me multiple times threatening to send me home if i didnt get back to work.
I tried to tell him i was working but he didnt believe me. shocking. after my first break he got fed up with me being told contiounsly by carter of my lack of working. steve babysat me because i couldn't be "trusted on my own". Before i started the work steve made me do, I asked him if i could get an icepack or bandaid for my hand, because i had slammed it in the door earlier and it was really bothering me. It took steve three hours before he tended to my hand but by this time, steve had called our boss and our boss sent me home. No matter how many times i tried to explain I was working, nobody believed me. I got fed up. My mental state gone, the constant overthinking destroying me and working with the small functioning part of my brain, i stupidly told my boss i died.
note- there is cameras placed around the buildings and they had watched them during previous complaints to see if i was actually working or not. spoiler alert- i was. anyway that's all, im hoping everything chills out and i can focus on finding a new job with a healthier work environment. thank you for the comments.