Work. Meh. Part 1.
Alright, so I've officially (or unofficially, I guess) had my first week as an employee at New York and Company, a freakishly expensive clothing store. And I've successfully pissed off one of my managers. Said manager, whose name is Joelle, is a 5 foot skinny ass bitch with short man's disease. You know, those people who are just bitchy to pretty much everyone that exists? Seriously, she NEVER smiles. I was fine with work until yesterday, really. Yesterday EVERYTHING went to Hell. First of all, I was supposed to be nice to people and greet them. Since I'd rather chew my own face off, this was rather difficult for me. I wanted for half of those people to just have the gate thingie mysteriously fall on them. Hee.
This one lady (I call her Grandma Bitchy) screamed at me because we don't sell clothing in plus sizes. Jesus! And seriously? She was OOOOLLLLDDDDD. And then a lady with a very expensive Coach purse got said purse stolen and screamed at us to feel each other up and close the store until we found it. Seriously. I looked at my friend Gwynne, and said, "She wants us to feel each other UP????? WTF????" To which Gwynne just ran away muttering something about bitchy morons. Go figure. We ended up hearing that said purse was found in a trashcan already ransacked. Credit cards and all were gone, and only the cell phone was left.
And this morning Joelle scared the shit out of me. She calls and freaks me out because she doesn't know whether or not Susan called me to tell me whether my shift had been cut. After calming down and going to work, Joelle decided to get a huge pickle up her ass and start yelling and complaining about everything. Seriously, I was reminded of Susie, my former boss's daughter-in-law at Suwanee Animal Hospital. I was all, "NOOOOOOO! NOT ANOTHER ONE!!!" all day long. And the yelling got worse until she truly pissed off the wrong person..... namely, my boss, Susan. Joelle got her ass sent home for the day and was instructed to chill out. And then Susan called someone on her phone and talked about how someone didn't handle stress very well. Which made me laugh, of course. Good job, dumbass. Seriously, there was going to be some serious bitching up in there if she so much as looked at me again. But whatever. Everything is all done and over with. It's really no skin off of my teeth if she gets fired. :-P Forgive me for not giving a damn. And thinking about telling her that if she doesn't like the way I was trained, to get off of her ass and do it her damn self.
This one lady (I call her Grandma Bitchy) screamed at me because we don't sell clothing in plus sizes. Jesus! And seriously? She was OOOOLLLLDDDDD. And then a lady with a very expensive Coach purse got said purse stolen and screamed at us to feel each other up and close the store until we found it. Seriously. I looked at my friend Gwynne, and said, "She wants us to feel each other UP????? WTF????" To which Gwynne just ran away muttering something about bitchy morons. Go figure. We ended up hearing that said purse was found in a trashcan already ransacked. Credit cards and all were gone, and only the cell phone was left.
And this morning Joelle scared the shit out of me. She calls and freaks me out because she doesn't know whether or not Susan called me to tell me whether my shift had been cut. After calming down and going to work, Joelle decided to get a huge pickle up her ass and start yelling and complaining about everything. Seriously, I was reminded of Susie, my former boss's daughter-in-law at Suwanee Animal Hospital. I was all, "NOOOOOOO! NOT ANOTHER ONE!!!" all day long. And the yelling got worse until she truly pissed off the wrong person..... namely, my boss, Susan. Joelle got her ass sent home for the day and was instructed to chill out. And then Susan called someone on her phone and talked about how someone didn't handle stress very well. Which made me laugh, of course. Good job, dumbass. Seriously, there was going to be some serious bitching up in there if she so much as looked at me again. But whatever. Everything is all done and over with. It's really no skin off of my teeth if she gets fired. :-P Forgive me for not giving a damn. And thinking about telling her that if she doesn't like the way I was trained, to get off of her ass and do it her damn self.