hatred & pumpkins.
friday:
then shit hit the fan 2 minutes before close!
too much rage and bullshit to video tape, would not of been good trust me.
it's all under the cut.
saturday:
oh yes, i am totally going to blog about what happened these two days.
Friday:
So I get a call around 2 during the day from the owner, who’s also the manager at the main location, telling me that after the store is closed, that pumpkins are going to be delivered, and told me to set up tables and table tops so they can put the pumpkins on. Fine. That’s no problem, I can manage that.
2 minutes til close, a huge van filled with pumpkins pulls up in the parking lot, out comes an EIGHTY NINE year old man (yes he made it a point to tell me that a billion times). Comes in the store and I say “Just pull up in the corner with the empty tables and unload them on there.” Assuming there were people with him to unload them. NO. He just stares at me and says “It’s just me I can’t unload all those I can’t even walk I’m 89 years old.” So great, I am stricken with panic and rage. I tell Old Balls “I can stay til like 5:30 but then I have to go.” And that I’d be out there in a minute.
I call the owner/manager asking if/when people are coming to unload the van of pumpkins because I’m closing the store in 2 minutes. “Well you better get out there and start unloading then.” WHAT. I was like “Are you serious I can’t do all these myself, the guy said there’s over 200 pumpkins!” and he basically hangs up on me.
Mean while a customer comes in after close of course and wants me to make him a bouquet of flowers. While I’m doing this I call AGAIN hoping to talk to someone else to flip out to. I get put back on the phone with him. I go “Are you sending out people or not I’m closing the store soon I can’t stay to do this!” What does he say in return? “You could have had half of them unloaded by now instead of calling and complaining.” !!! I scream into the phone “I AM WITH A CUSTOMER RIGHT NOW AND I AM NOT STAYING!!” He says “Fine, Harry’s on his way.”
Here comes Harry, at 5:20. He’s in his fucking 50’s for Christ sakes. I tell him the scoop and he’s all pissy with me and all “Well if you have to go you have to go.” Ugh. Old Balls proceeds to keep telling me he can’t do jack shit and that when he was up at the main location they had “5 hefty guys unloading the pumpkins!” 5:30 comes and I helped as much as I could, and say “I gotta go, be mad at Andy (the owner/manager) not me.” I punch out and peace filled with rage.
Me and my mom drive by the place at like 6:10 there’s like 3 guys just standing around CHIT CHATTING and I see another truck filled with corn stalks now in the parking lot!!
Now mind you, I’ve been at the store all day BY MYSELF from 9-5. If you want to give me a raise or pay me overtime, that’d be dandy. Also FYI, the owner/manager says he will be out tomorrow (Saturday) pricing the pumpkins. FYI, I am by myself again open til close.
Saturday:
I get a call first thing in the morning from Karen, our old manager and the new one up at the main location. I tell her the whole story and SURPISE she is also all ‘WTF’ like everyone else was that I told the story to. Guess who pulls up when I’m on the phone with her! You guessed it.
He has 3 little kids with him to do his work for him. I begin to water outside and proceed with my job not even wanting to fucking look at him since I was so livid with him. He comes up to me and is all “You were here last night right?” I go “Yes I was!” all tudey. He was like “What happened the girl said you kept calling and complaining, you have a hot date or something?” !!! I go “NO I called twice and talked to you and no I had plans with my mother and the store was CLOSING.” Then he proceeded to make jokes and be a dick while I wasn’t even looking at him or paying attention due to anger. He goes “Does this stuff even need watered?” I was like “YES lots of it is dry.” Like fucking go price your shit and leave me alone!! So I’m trying to do my work with 3 fucking little kids running around. He gives me a scale to weigh pumpkins to price because he “only did a few of them because the marker was smearing.” So looks like someone doesn’t want to do any work FIGURES!! He still proceeds to bug me and tell me all this shit work to do during the day never even apologizing for his dick antics.
He also proceeds to be a jerk once again and is like “You need to be perked up your voice Is so low and your all ‘blah’ do you have a boyfriend or anything?” I just stare at him and say “Yes I do, why does that matter.” He just goes “You need to come up and work for me and do some real work.” I laugh in his face and say “Oh god.” And point to me, I pissed him off.
Another point goes to me for pissing him off again. I was wrapping flowers in this clear “quick wrap” paper and he proceeds to take it off me and show me how lightning speed he could do it in. I go “Was that necessary to rewrap.” And he says with all attitude “Yes. It was.” I was just like “Okay” and walk away haha.
Fucker finally leaves THANK GOD while I’m trying to do all his stupid shit work assignments. Couple hours later I’m out in the parking lot with a customer helping her when he pulls in AGAIN with straw bales! HE HONKED THE HORN and scared the shit out of both us. The lady goes “Well hello to you to, thanks for scaring the CRAP OUT OF ME” like screaming it ROFL doubt he heard it though, just proves how big of an asshole he really is.
Puts out the straw, well I take that back, the kids put out the straw, and he tries to tell me more things to do, then finally fucking leaves for good.
I hope he dies. I hope the place blows up. I NEED A NEW JOB ASAP.
then shit hit the fan 2 minutes before close!
too much rage and bullshit to video tape, would not of been good trust me.
it's all under the cut.
saturday:
oh yes, i am totally going to blog about what happened these two days.
Friday:
So I get a call around 2 during the day from the owner, who’s also the manager at the main location, telling me that after the store is closed, that pumpkins are going to be delivered, and told me to set up tables and table tops so they can put the pumpkins on. Fine. That’s no problem, I can manage that.
2 minutes til close, a huge van filled with pumpkins pulls up in the parking lot, out comes an EIGHTY NINE year old man (yes he made it a point to tell me that a billion times). Comes in the store and I say “Just pull up in the corner with the empty tables and unload them on there.” Assuming there were people with him to unload them. NO. He just stares at me and says “It’s just me I can’t unload all those I can’t even walk I’m 89 years old.” So great, I am stricken with panic and rage. I tell Old Balls “I can stay til like 5:30 but then I have to go.” And that I’d be out there in a minute.
I call the owner/manager asking if/when people are coming to unload the van of pumpkins because I’m closing the store in 2 minutes. “Well you better get out there and start unloading then.” WHAT. I was like “Are you serious I can’t do all these myself, the guy said there’s over 200 pumpkins!” and he basically hangs up on me.
Mean while a customer comes in after close of course and wants me to make him a bouquet of flowers. While I’m doing this I call AGAIN hoping to talk to someone else to flip out to. I get put back on the phone with him. I go “Are you sending out people or not I’m closing the store soon I can’t stay to do this!” What does he say in return? “You could have had half of them unloaded by now instead of calling and complaining.” !!! I scream into the phone “I AM WITH A CUSTOMER RIGHT NOW AND I AM NOT STAYING!!” He says “Fine, Harry’s on his way.”
Here comes Harry, at 5:20. He’s in his fucking 50’s for Christ sakes. I tell him the scoop and he’s all pissy with me and all “Well if you have to go you have to go.” Ugh. Old Balls proceeds to keep telling me he can’t do jack shit and that when he was up at the main location they had “5 hefty guys unloading the pumpkins!” 5:30 comes and I helped as much as I could, and say “I gotta go, be mad at Andy (the owner/manager) not me.” I punch out and peace filled with rage.
Me and my mom drive by the place at like 6:10 there’s like 3 guys just standing around CHIT CHATTING and I see another truck filled with corn stalks now in the parking lot!!
Now mind you, I’ve been at the store all day BY MYSELF from 9-5. If you want to give me a raise or pay me overtime, that’d be dandy. Also FYI, the owner/manager says he will be out tomorrow (Saturday) pricing the pumpkins. FYI, I am by myself again open til close.
Saturday:
I get a call first thing in the morning from Karen, our old manager and the new one up at the main location. I tell her the whole story and SURPISE she is also all ‘WTF’ like everyone else was that I told the story to. Guess who pulls up when I’m on the phone with her! You guessed it.
He has 3 little kids with him to do his work for him. I begin to water outside and proceed with my job not even wanting to fucking look at him since I was so livid with him. He comes up to me and is all “You were here last night right?” I go “Yes I was!” all tudey. He was like “What happened the girl said you kept calling and complaining, you have a hot date or something?” !!! I go “NO I called twice and talked to you and no I had plans with my mother and the store was CLOSING.” Then he proceeded to make jokes and be a dick while I wasn’t even looking at him or paying attention due to anger. He goes “Does this stuff even need watered?” I was like “YES lots of it is dry.” Like fucking go price your shit and leave me alone!! So I’m trying to do my work with 3 fucking little kids running around. He gives me a scale to weigh pumpkins to price because he “only did a few of them because the marker was smearing.” So looks like someone doesn’t want to do any work FIGURES!! He still proceeds to bug me and tell me all this shit work to do during the day never even apologizing for his dick antics.
He also proceeds to be a jerk once again and is like “You need to be perked up your voice Is so low and your all ‘blah’ do you have a boyfriend or anything?” I just stare at him and say “Yes I do, why does that matter.” He just goes “You need to come up and work for me and do some real work.” I laugh in his face and say “Oh god.” And point to me, I pissed him off.
Another point goes to me for pissing him off again. I was wrapping flowers in this clear “quick wrap” paper and he proceeds to take it off me and show me how lightning speed he could do it in. I go “Was that necessary to rewrap.” And he says with all attitude “Yes. It was.” I was just like “Okay” and walk away haha.
Fucker finally leaves THANK GOD while I’m trying to do all his stupid shit work assignments. Couple hours later I’m out in the parking lot with a customer helping her when he pulls in AGAIN with straw bales! HE HONKED THE HORN and scared the shit out of both us. The lady goes “Well hello to you to, thanks for scaring the CRAP OUT OF ME” like screaming it ROFL doubt he heard it though, just proves how big of an asshole he really is.
Puts out the straw, well I take that back, the kids put out the straw, and he tries to tell me more things to do, then finally fucking leaves for good.
I hope he dies. I hope the place blows up. I NEED A NEW JOB ASAP.