Jun 12, 2007 10:32
Ten twenty-five AM at the store, the phone rings. It's my boss. Some idle small talk ensues, she asks me what's going on (in the store).
"Well," I say, "there aren't a lot of people out so we're just doing stuff inside the store for now."
"Okay.. well, Steven is going outside soon? Because I see you're both just behind the counter."
(pause)
"...Yeah. Sure."
CREEEPY?! Besides the fact that I JUST SAID it was slow outside. Who the fuck is he going to pass soap to? Ugh.
I give my two weeks notice today.