My coworker was fired after two shifts due to multiple complaints
My first job was a graveyard shift at Target while they performed a complete remodel of the store. One night, I was clocking in when I noticed a new face standing in the doorway to the break room, waving his hand back and forth, trying to get motion sensor for the light to recognize him. Dumbfounded, I watched him for a few moments before he finally gave up, muttered something about the light now working, and walked away. The light did work, he just wasn't far enough into the room for it to sense him.
That was my introduction to a man I'll call "Derrick", who looked and acted as if he was an antagonistic character from a sitcom, who was written to be as dislikeable as possible. He looked to be in his mid to late 20s, white, skinny, had short, black spikey hair, piercings, and overall dressed like a Portland hipster. As the night went on, he increasingly got on everyone's nerves with his abrasive and indignant attitude.
I was returning from backstock when when I came across him and another coworker, (who I'll call Gary because I can't remember his name,) talking about each other's tattoos. Gary was trying to be nice, showing genuine interest in Derrick's terrible choice in body art, and Derrick responded by insulting one of Gary's tattoos, after which the mood completely changed, and Gary, (who was visibly insulted,) had a look of pure contempt on his face as Derrick walked way.
Immediately after, Derrick had a brief interaction with two other coworkers, where he asked which one of them was Chrissy, and which one of them was Christy, before making some degrading joke about it not mattering, which once again, clearly offended both of them. Never before in my life had I seen someone so quickly turn everyone around them against them, in a matter of a few minutes. I didn't see much of him for the rest of that shift, in fact, the last I saw of him he was messing around with the glassware he was supposed to be moving.
I ended up calling in the next night, and by the time I returned, he was gone. According to my coworker Larry, (shout out Larry,) Derrick over the course of 24 hours racked up so many individual complaints that our supervisor fired him on the spot, which caused Derrick to freak out, cuss everyone out, and storm out of the building to thankfully, never be seen again. I was 18 at the time and I still sometimes think about that night, and what Derrick taught me; to never be as insufferable and obnoxious as him.