Is there anything witty to say about assholes?
Yes, but for now I haven't got the patience to figure out a proper derrogatory title.
Yesterday was a real bitch of a day. I had to work nearly 16 hours with no break and I was shorthanded because I had to send this whiny bitch, Jenny, home for being a whiny bitch. Let me describe Jenny for you. She's five foot nothing, 80lbs wrapped in lead, blonde and the worst excuse for a pseudo-intellectual I have ever met and apparently the best Florida has to offer. Some of her claims to fame are an affinity for "nice" things (like fake designer handbags) and a really bad habit of touching people when they don't want to be spoken to, let along touched.
I was roughly halfway through my shift when Jenny arrived. It was a very busy day. For some fucking reason this area of Florida attracts the kind of nuts that need to get to the Pet Store at 8am. The traffic of people had not stopped since we opened, and several hours later, was hitting another high peak. I had Jenny on a cash register since she is good at it and wouldn't bug me with questions while I attended to manager things. While at the register, Jenny's cellphone rings and she leaves a customer in the middle of a sale to answer it. I look over at her, call her a few times and she finally tells the person on her phone "Ok, I really have to go now." I was going to wait until later to tell her that if I caught her again on her phone, I would write up a warning. I never got to that point, because Jenny decided to go play with the ferrets (and playing with the animals is a huge no-no during peak hours) and I told her to put the ferret back in the playpen. She said no.
No? She just fucking said no to me?!
"You can't boss me around."
........ahahahaha! I'm her boss, of course I can. Rather than get into a tiff in front of all the customers, I asked her to follow me to the back room so we could discuss things. She said no and that she didn't want me to talk to her for the rest of the day. Right, when your boss tells you to do something, do you tell them to leave you the fuck alone? No, unless you have an issue. If you have an issue, you talk about it instead of being a fucking child.
A few minutes later, she told me she was going to the back room for a few minutes. I told her that I would go with her and that we would talk. She protested, but I didn't give a fuck and I told her to tell me what the hell her issue is. She told me that I couldn't boss her around. I said "Yes, I can." with a full grin, because now I didn't have to look stoic in front of the customers. She proceeded to tell me about how she was offered my job, but she refused it, and that was the only reason I had my current job. I laughed and said "I have my job, you have your job. My job is to manage. Your job is to do what the management tells you." to which she ranted about how none of the other managers tell her to stay off the phone or not play with the animals. "Well, Theresa lets me..." and I wanted to fucking slap her. I wonder if she realized how childish she sounded. She started to swear at me when I told her that I didn't care about how I got my job or what other managers do, so I told her to go home. And she did.
For the rest of the day, I was actuallt kind of happy. Today I came into work with a smile and Jenny was very angry. I wonder why?
I love being a boss.
Yesterday was a real bitch of a day. I had to work nearly 16 hours with no break and I was shorthanded because I had to send this whiny bitch, Jenny, home for being a whiny bitch. Let me describe Jenny for you. She's five foot nothing, 80lbs wrapped in lead, blonde and the worst excuse for a pseudo-intellectual I have ever met and apparently the best Florida has to offer. Some of her claims to fame are an affinity for "nice" things (like fake designer handbags) and a really bad habit of touching people when they don't want to be spoken to, let along touched.
I was roughly halfway through my shift when Jenny arrived. It was a very busy day. For some fucking reason this area of Florida attracts the kind of nuts that need to get to the Pet Store at 8am. The traffic of people had not stopped since we opened, and several hours later, was hitting another high peak. I had Jenny on a cash register since she is good at it and wouldn't bug me with questions while I attended to manager things. While at the register, Jenny's cellphone rings and she leaves a customer in the middle of a sale to answer it. I look over at her, call her a few times and she finally tells the person on her phone "Ok, I really have to go now." I was going to wait until later to tell her that if I caught her again on her phone, I would write up a warning. I never got to that point, because Jenny decided to go play with the ferrets (and playing with the animals is a huge no-no during peak hours) and I told her to put the ferret back in the playpen. She said no.
No? She just fucking said no to me?!
"You can't boss me around."
........ahahahaha! I'm her boss, of course I can. Rather than get into a tiff in front of all the customers, I asked her to follow me to the back room so we could discuss things. She said no and that she didn't want me to talk to her for the rest of the day. Right, when your boss tells you to do something, do you tell them to leave you the fuck alone? No, unless you have an issue. If you have an issue, you talk about it instead of being a fucking child.
A few minutes later, she told me she was going to the back room for a few minutes. I told her that I would go with her and that we would talk. She protested, but I didn't give a fuck and I told her to tell me what the hell her issue is. She told me that I couldn't boss her around. I said "Yes, I can." with a full grin, because now I didn't have to look stoic in front of the customers. She proceeded to tell me about how she was offered my job, but she refused it, and that was the only reason I had my current job. I laughed and said "I have my job, you have your job. My job is to manage. Your job is to do what the management tells you." to which she ranted about how none of the other managers tell her to stay off the phone or not play with the animals. "Well, Theresa lets me..." and I wanted to fucking slap her. I wonder if she realized how childish she sounded. She started to swear at me when I told her that I didn't care about how I got my job or what other managers do, so I told her to go home. And she did.
For the rest of the day, I was actuallt kind of happy. Today I came into work with a smile and Jenny was very angry. I wonder why?
I love being a boss.
posted by Protagonist at 8:51 PM
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