Interesting day
So, the high schoolers that came today were "troubled youth". I'm not sure if that meant they were just delinquents, or if a couple had mental problems as well. Of course, these days it's hard to tell between the two. Anyway, the kid that was following me around wouldn't keep his distance. All I had to do was talk about my job and be "inspirational" or something. So it took five minutes describing my arduous job. "I take the new magazines out of the totes, pull the old ones off the shelves, and put the new ones up. It's tough."
After the kids left, Mandy (general manager) and Crystal (assistant manager) left. They weren't supposed to, but they had to go do something at schools. So we slacked off for the few hours they were gone, because there wasn't a whole lot to do. It was good Crystal left, though. She had a case of Ass. Man. Syndrome. This syndrome is something I've theorized about assistant managers. The theory states that when working with their general manager, the assistant manager becomes dickish/bitchy for no other reason than that the GM is present. Their actions and words are less mature than a five year old's, and at any question they will try to make you feel like less than scum. This comes after years of observing different kinds of managers working with each other. I coined the term this morning after Crystal yelled at us for pulling books out of a couple displays. Instead of telling us we weren't supposed to, or making sure we weren't going to put the books on the table with other books, she loudly asked why we pulled the books out and we weren't supposed to touch them. "There's a list of eight specific books that need to be in there. You don't touch them!" Even Mandy was surprised at Crystal, but Mandy's afraid of confrontation and dealing with problems, so she didn't say anything. Everyone thought the outburst was ridiculous and unnecessary. There wasn't a need for her to get red in the face just to tell us we made a mistake that wasn't even that big of a deal. I think everyone tried staying away from her for the rest of the day, so they wouldn't have to face Ass. Man. Syndrome. I should write a book on that.
Friday I go to the farm to see my parents and grandparents.
When I got home from work earlier, I had to go to the bathroom. I decided to add some ceremony to the event. I cried out, "Expunge the filth!"
After the kids left, Mandy (general manager) and Crystal (assistant manager) left. They weren't supposed to, but they had to go do something at schools. So we slacked off for the few hours they were gone, because there wasn't a whole lot to do. It was good Crystal left, though. She had a case of Ass. Man. Syndrome. This syndrome is something I've theorized about assistant managers. The theory states that when working with their general manager, the assistant manager becomes dickish/bitchy for no other reason than that the GM is present. Their actions and words are less mature than a five year old's, and at any question they will try to make you feel like less than scum. This comes after years of observing different kinds of managers working with each other. I coined the term this morning after Crystal yelled at us for pulling books out of a couple displays. Instead of telling us we weren't supposed to, or making sure we weren't going to put the books on the table with other books, she loudly asked why we pulled the books out and we weren't supposed to touch them. "There's a list of eight specific books that need to be in there. You don't touch them!" Even Mandy was surprised at Crystal, but Mandy's afraid of confrontation and dealing with problems, so she didn't say anything. Everyone thought the outburst was ridiculous and unnecessary. There wasn't a need for her to get red in the face just to tell us we made a mistake that wasn't even that big of a deal. I think everyone tried staying away from her for the rest of the day, so they wouldn't have to face Ass. Man. Syndrome. I should write a book on that.
Friday I go to the farm to see my parents and grandparents.
When I got home from work earlier, I had to go to the bathroom. I decided to add some ceremony to the event. I cried out, "Expunge the filth!"