Just A Minor Update
What's up? Haven't posted in a grip...and I know I am notorious for doing that, so I'll give an update on what's been going on in my life.
First, my job is kinda well. I'm still going to work in fear, mostly due to the fact that my SM is write-up happy. Don't get me wrong,he's a by-the-book manager, but he thinks all the problems can be solved with a write-up. I have 2 against me and one more means termination. Let me describe what I mean: The first write-up I got was for an "altercation" I got into with my store's former SM. I was still a newbie, but I wasn't a stupid newbie cause I've worked for another video store before. Some yuppie came in a said someone had sent her home with 2 movies with the locks still in the cases. Immediately, she directly accused me of doing it. Now, normally when someone accuses me of something I didn't do, I tend to get aggressively defensive(One of my natural defense mechanisms). However, I remained calm, and explained to her in a civil manner that I wasn't the one who did it, but I told her that I had a feeling I knew who may have done it and additionally told her that this girl was a newbie and may bhave forgotten. I also apologized on her behalf and mine, and she got more aggro and direct saying "I don't care, it should NEVER happen!". Yelling at me in front of customers like I was an insolent child or something. I shrugged, and went back to what I was doing...completely ignoring her altogether as I usually do to people who yell at me, instead of knocking them out. Since she was a woman, and I don't hit women, that's usually what I do when their man isn't around to take the blow...I know, I know, bad philosphy to deck a girl's man instead of her...well...maybe that isn't a bad thing...ANYWAY, so about an hour later my SM comes up to me and requests my immediate attention in the office. I follow thinking he probably gonna coach me on an action plan or something. Well sure enough, that fat fuck slides a Corrective Action Form over to me, and I'm like "What's this for?". He tells me about the incidient and what not, and I immediately try to explain to him what happened. Rather then hear both sides of the story, he just tells me to be quiet and sign the paper. I refuse. He asks me if I disagree with it, and I said "Yes!". He then asks why and I explain. He shakes his head then CHUCKLES at me. I fucking hate it when people do that to me! I wanted to snap his fat, greasy neck right then and there, but my conscience wouldn't let me. I read what he wrote, and it was total and utter bullshit! The write-up made it sound like there was HUGE, Mortal Kombat-argument in front of like 50 people! He over-exaggerated it and everything. Fat fuck....so...I signed it, even despite the fact that I protested and proclaimed my innocense....then, he told me after I had signed it that 3 people came to him, backing up the former SM's story....3-against-1....what was I to do...so I spoke to the District Manager about it and she even told me an issue like that doesn't even qualify as a write-up. A note should have been made for both employee files, and that was that. But, Mr. Shit-Sack had to write the bloody thing anyway cause he's a cockfag. Whatever...
The second one happened when I wore my shirt untucked for 3 days straight. The first time was accidental. However, the second and third times were intentional cause I had a massive hole in the back of my pants, and I didn't need customers complaining about my appeareance which, to me, seemed more severe than an untucked shirt. But, I was wrong. Sure enough, Darth Fatty confronted me once again and handed me another write-up....ON BLOODY-FUCKING PAYDAY!! Ruined my day, I'll tell you. That time, I didn't have the courage to say anything...I just figured "Fuck It", and signed the paper. I accepted responsibility for that one anyway.
Now, since then, I have been going to work in fear...but I have been doing my job to the best of my ability and exceeding my District Manager and my Regional Director's expectations. Thanks to me, our store is now 1st in the District and 3rd in the Region for Blockbuster Online Total Access in-store activations. Yay....I guess....but, I still go to work in fear. In fact, last night Darth Dickhead(Man...I got a list a mile long of names to call him...lol) yelled at me last night...something a SM is NOT supposed to do. I basically asked him if I could take a quick break since we were dead, and he said "No". Rather than arguing, I just accepted the answer and left it at that. I went back to alphabetizing the movies on the cart before running them out on the floor, and I was mumbling to myself. Normally, I do this cause it helps the process go faster, and Darth Douchebag asks me into the office. I follow, and we get back there and he flat out tells me to shut the hell up. Now...if he was a normal guy outside of work, I would have rammed a rebar up his dickhole...but...well, anyway, I said "Ok, the floor is yours...", he just went off on me. I could actually feel his hot, nasty, garbage breath hitting my neck and face and he was standing at least a foot away. As he was yelling at me, accusing me of being Irrate and whatnot, I felt that oh-so-familiar rage building up within me...God....I actually wanted to murder this man...I wanted to end his life and take a few more yuppies with me...but...I held fast, and calmed myself using the Jutsu-Mediatation techniques taught to me in Ninjitsu Training(Thank You, Sennin!), and heard him out. After he was done with his psuedo-rant, I explained to him that I wasn't being irrate, and that when he had said no, I dropped the issue and moved on. I also explained to him the reason I was mumbling and apologized to him for the miscommunication. He didn't say anything afterwards, and just walked out of the office. Well, a little later his was getting ready to leave and he asked me to walk with him to his car. Outside of the store at his car, he apologized to me for yelling at me. He said he should never have done that and that was very unprofessional of him and that HE was the one being irrate and not me. I accepted his apology, gave him an apology of my own, we shook hands twice like gentlemen should, and that was that. Unbelieveable, isn't it? Now, don't get me wrong, I love my job, but I almost considered walking out the doors last night. Hell, I even told my DM when she called and she implored me to reconsider...but then, I thought of Amy-chan, and Sarah and how much they were depending on me...and I reconsidered...and low and behold, my DM gave me some words of wisdom and scheduled a sit-down with me, her and Darth Meatball. I was like "Co-fucking-sign!". I agreed to it cause maybe I can get a shot at a psuedo-redemption or soemthing...maybe make Darth Asswad look like an idiot in front of her or something. But, I'll play it safe and just plead my case. Hopefully, I'll get that first write-up over time and be granted another chance. Funny thing is, I never got my Verbal Counseling....hmm.....
Tonight is gonna be a blast! Not only do I not have to close the store tonight, but I get to do store to store assesments with the District Sales Manager tonight. This guy is dope as hell! He has a Doctorate in Psychology and he works at Blockbuster for fun. I've heard stories about this dood, and he basically gets people to buy shit buy using intimidation and makeing the customer look stupid! Shit, that's like me! But on whole higher level. And, he wants to train ME to do it! I'm fucking psyched!! Now, I can do what I have been wanting to do to all those yuppie-fucks who come in my store for ages! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'm gonna be naughty!! I'm gonna be a naughty Sales Manager God!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *AHEM*
So, that is my rant, my venting, and what have you. I feel much better now, getting that off my chest. I think I am gonna go to Starbucks and get me a Ventti Iced Chai....yeah...that sounds good...yum....
See You, Space Cowboy....
First, my job is kinda well. I'm still going to work in fear, mostly due to the fact that my SM is write-up happy. Don't get me wrong,he's a by-the-book manager, but he thinks all the problems can be solved with a write-up. I have 2 against me and one more means termination. Let me describe what I mean: The first write-up I got was for an "altercation" I got into with my store's former SM. I was still a newbie, but I wasn't a stupid newbie cause I've worked for another video store before. Some yuppie came in a said someone had sent her home with 2 movies with the locks still in the cases. Immediately, she directly accused me of doing it. Now, normally when someone accuses me of something I didn't do, I tend to get aggressively defensive(One of my natural defense mechanisms). However, I remained calm, and explained to her in a civil manner that I wasn't the one who did it, but I told her that I had a feeling I knew who may have done it and additionally told her that this girl was a newbie and may bhave forgotten. I also apologized on her behalf and mine, and she got more aggro and direct saying "I don't care, it should NEVER happen!". Yelling at me in front of customers like I was an insolent child or something. I shrugged, and went back to what I was doing...completely ignoring her altogether as I usually do to people who yell at me, instead of knocking them out. Since she was a woman, and I don't hit women, that's usually what I do when their man isn't around to take the blow...I know, I know, bad philosphy to deck a girl's man instead of her...well...maybe that isn't a bad thing...ANYWAY, so about an hour later my SM comes up to me and requests my immediate attention in the office. I follow thinking he probably gonna coach me on an action plan or something. Well sure enough, that fat fuck slides a Corrective Action Form over to me, and I'm like "What's this for?". He tells me about the incidient and what not, and I immediately try to explain to him what happened. Rather then hear both sides of the story, he just tells me to be quiet and sign the paper. I refuse. He asks me if I disagree with it, and I said "Yes!". He then asks why and I explain. He shakes his head then CHUCKLES at me. I fucking hate it when people do that to me! I wanted to snap his fat, greasy neck right then and there, but my conscience wouldn't let me. I read what he wrote, and it was total and utter bullshit! The write-up made it sound like there was HUGE, Mortal Kombat-argument in front of like 50 people! He over-exaggerated it and everything. Fat fuck....so...I signed it, even despite the fact that I protested and proclaimed my innocense....then, he told me after I had signed it that 3 people came to him, backing up the former SM's story....3-against-1....what was I to do...so I spoke to the District Manager about it and she even told me an issue like that doesn't even qualify as a write-up. A note should have been made for both employee files, and that was that. But, Mr. Shit-Sack had to write the bloody thing anyway cause he's a cockfag. Whatever...
The second one happened when I wore my shirt untucked for 3 days straight. The first time was accidental. However, the second and third times were intentional cause I had a massive hole in the back of my pants, and I didn't need customers complaining about my appeareance which, to me, seemed more severe than an untucked shirt. But, I was wrong. Sure enough, Darth Fatty confronted me once again and handed me another write-up....ON BLOODY-FUCKING PAYDAY!! Ruined my day, I'll tell you. That time, I didn't have the courage to say anything...I just figured "Fuck It", and signed the paper. I accepted responsibility for that one anyway.
Now, since then, I have been going to work in fear...but I have been doing my job to the best of my ability and exceeding my District Manager and my Regional Director's expectations. Thanks to me, our store is now 1st in the District and 3rd in the Region for Blockbuster Online Total Access in-store activations. Yay....I guess....but, I still go to work in fear. In fact, last night Darth Dickhead(Man...I got a list a mile long of names to call him...lol) yelled at me last night...something a SM is NOT supposed to do. I basically asked him if I could take a quick break since we were dead, and he said "No". Rather than arguing, I just accepted the answer and left it at that. I went back to alphabetizing the movies on the cart before running them out on the floor, and I was mumbling to myself. Normally, I do this cause it helps the process go faster, and Darth Douchebag asks me into the office. I follow, and we get back there and he flat out tells me to shut the hell up. Now...if he was a normal guy outside of work, I would have rammed a rebar up his dickhole...but...well, anyway, I said "Ok, the floor is yours...", he just went off on me. I could actually feel his hot, nasty, garbage breath hitting my neck and face and he was standing at least a foot away. As he was yelling at me, accusing me of being Irrate and whatnot, I felt that oh-so-familiar rage building up within me...God....I actually wanted to murder this man...I wanted to end his life and take a few more yuppies with me...but...I held fast, and calmed myself using the Jutsu-Mediatation techniques taught to me in Ninjitsu Training(Thank You, Sennin!), and heard him out. After he was done with his psuedo-rant, I explained to him that I wasn't being irrate, and that when he had said no, I dropped the issue and moved on. I also explained to him the reason I was mumbling and apologized to him for the miscommunication. He didn't say anything afterwards, and just walked out of the office. Well, a little later his was getting ready to leave and he asked me to walk with him to his car. Outside of the store at his car, he apologized to me for yelling at me. He said he should never have done that and that was very unprofessional of him and that HE was the one being irrate and not me. I accepted his apology, gave him an apology of my own, we shook hands twice like gentlemen should, and that was that. Unbelieveable, isn't it? Now, don't get me wrong, I love my job, but I almost considered walking out the doors last night. Hell, I even told my DM when she called and she implored me to reconsider...but then, I thought of Amy-chan, and Sarah and how much they were depending on me...and I reconsidered...and low and behold, my DM gave me some words of wisdom and scheduled a sit-down with me, her and Darth Meatball. I was like "Co-fucking-sign!". I agreed to it cause maybe I can get a shot at a psuedo-redemption or soemthing...maybe make Darth Asswad look like an idiot in front of her or something. But, I'll play it safe and just plead my case. Hopefully, I'll get that first write-up over time and be granted another chance. Funny thing is, I never got my Verbal Counseling....hmm.....
Tonight is gonna be a blast! Not only do I not have to close the store tonight, but I get to do store to store assesments with the District Sales Manager tonight. This guy is dope as hell! He has a Doctorate in Psychology and he works at Blockbuster for fun. I've heard stories about this dood, and he basically gets people to buy shit buy using intimidation and makeing the customer look stupid! Shit, that's like me! But on whole higher level. And, he wants to train ME to do it! I'm fucking psyched!! Now, I can do what I have been wanting to do to all those yuppie-fucks who come in my store for ages! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'm gonna be naughty!! I'm gonna be a naughty Sales Manager God!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *AHEM*
So, that is my rant, my venting, and what have you. I feel much better now, getting that off my chest. I think I am gonna go to Starbucks and get me a Ventti Iced Chai....yeah...that sounds good...yum....
See You, Space Cowboy....