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Ok, ok.
It's been a week or so since I posted last.
This past Saturday, I acted like an ass. I think I definitely turned off the new girl, who unfortunately was witness to my hissy fit of rage. You know what though? I'm almost over it. A huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders since I passed the assistant manager my resignation on Saturday. My last day is November 22, and I feel great.
So on Saturday I walk in and these things happen:
• A is writing her own resignation letter on the counter in front of customers. This made me mad, not necessarily just because it's unprofessional, but also because she's beat me to the punch.
• She then proceeds to blow our cover and ask very loudly when I'm turning my own resignation in. Well, to be frank, I wasn't going to do it yet (not until I heard from another place to see if I've been hired), but I was also irritated that she announced this a) to the entire store and b) in front of a new sales associate. I don't particularly care whether the new sales associate likes it or not, but I'd rather have mentioned it tactfully at a later time.
• I ask her to go to the back to write the letter. Since I'm not technically on the floor yet, I go back there too and begin to write mine, which I will type and then hand in. As I am reading hers aloud, the new manager T walks in and I proceed to have a mini heart attack. I don't think he really gives a crap, as the reason why he came in anyway (he doesn't start actually working in our store until this Thursday) was to grab the ornament goody bag he'd been holding for himself. Great guy.
• I have the meltdown later because the new girl asks why we're both quitting. Mine is a passionate tale of betrayal and turmoil, and it gets me to the point where I'm ranting and slamming money back into the tills. The new girl is scared. I apologize twice and she says nothing. Whatever. She'll see. THEY'LL ALL SEE.
So then Monday I work, and the assistant manager says that he got my letter, and then nothing more. If he likes me, then it's the closest I've ever seen him to saying I think you're a cool person. In reality, I think it may just be a front, and so his silence is his way of saying whatever, because I don't care. So it was neither bittersweet nor awkward. Fine by me! Monday was quiet and uneventful, anyway.
Yesterday we were charged with setting up Christmas cards, and I was surprised that our little Hallmark only as 12 feet dedicated to them... Maybe I'm just doing them wrong. I don't know. Either way I'll have to do them again tonight (just so the new manager can change them when he works on Thursday).
Ugh.
I'm just over that place.
Well, T-minus one week and three days until I burn this bridge forever.
It's been a week or so since I posted last.
This past Saturday, I acted like an ass. I think I definitely turned off the new girl, who unfortunately was witness to my hissy fit of rage. You know what though? I'm almost over it. A huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders since I passed the assistant manager my resignation on Saturday. My last day is November 22, and I feel great.
So on Saturday I walk in and these things happen:
• A is writing her own resignation letter on the counter in front of customers. This made me mad, not necessarily just because it's unprofessional, but also because she's beat me to the punch.
• She then proceeds to blow our cover and ask very loudly when I'm turning my own resignation in. Well, to be frank, I wasn't going to do it yet (not until I heard from another place to see if I've been hired), but I was also irritated that she announced this a) to the entire store and b) in front of a new sales associate. I don't particularly care whether the new sales associate likes it or not, but I'd rather have mentioned it tactfully at a later time.
• I ask her to go to the back to write the letter. Since I'm not technically on the floor yet, I go back there too and begin to write mine, which I will type and then hand in. As I am reading hers aloud, the new manager T walks in and I proceed to have a mini heart attack. I don't think he really gives a crap, as the reason why he came in anyway (he doesn't start actually working in our store until this Thursday) was to grab the ornament goody bag he'd been holding for himself. Great guy.
• I have the meltdown later because the new girl asks why we're both quitting. Mine is a passionate tale of betrayal and turmoil, and it gets me to the point where I'm ranting and slamming money back into the tills. The new girl is scared. I apologize twice and she says nothing. Whatever. She'll see. THEY'LL ALL SEE.
So then Monday I work, and the assistant manager says that he got my letter, and then nothing more. If he likes me, then it's the closest I've ever seen him to saying I think you're a cool person. In reality, I think it may just be a front, and so his silence is his way of saying whatever, because I don't care. So it was neither bittersweet nor awkward. Fine by me! Monday was quiet and uneventful, anyway.
Yesterday we were charged with setting up Christmas cards, and I was surprised that our little Hallmark only as 12 feet dedicated to them... Maybe I'm just doing them wrong. I don't know. Either way I'll have to do them again tonight (just so the new manager can change them when he works on Thursday).
Ugh.
I'm just over that place.
Well, T-minus one week and three days until I burn this bridge forever.