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| More job fun & Good Advice |
| 02.26.08 (8:02 pm) [edit] |
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Yesterday, I guess I answered the phone at work, and some bigshot was on the other end and asked to talk to the manager. I said, in a normal voice, "He's not here." Apparently, he thought I was so rude that he had to yell at my supervisor about it for 5 minutes...who of course yelled at me. I failed to realize I was supposed to do my Snow White imitation when I answered the phone. So I will not be answering the phone again; I'll let blondie, who does do the Snow White thing answer it...or one of the other people I work with who have outstanding personalities.
Even more fun was had when I was venting about this incident to my dad, who then proceeded to lecture me on the importance of not being rude on the phone. I let him know his comments were not appreciated. I am so sick of 50-year-old men right now. Some of the talk in the area I worked today revolved around what a despicable person the store director really is. I suspect because the guy I was with was mad that the director was mocking he, and another guy, for actually engaging the customers calling them slow. If the he didn't engage the customers, he would probably get secret shopped, not get a perfect score, and the director would be pissed because he wouldn't get a bonus off him. I limp. I didn't start limping until I started working there and taking every damn person out to their car. I have a flat foot. And I've learned it's probably genetic; thank you, Papa. The store director has expressed some concern over it. It always seemed kinda phony. I found out today that one day when he wanted me to stay later to cover someone being sick, he said, "See if Ms. [imitates limp] can stay later." Wow. Words fail me. That a grown man would say such a thing about his employees, outloud is just...wow. Next time I am asked to stay late, I will say, "I can't. It aggravates my foot." That would be awesome. I am never shopping at my grocery store again. I was tempted to put in my 2 weeks and hope for the best right then. I still may just to get out of that toxic environment. In another hopeful turn of events, a radio station promotions table set up in front of the store. Being desperate for work, I introduced myself, and gave a little background. I got a name and an e-mail address. We'll see what happens. However, I wish I had a copy of my resume. That's the good advice: if you are looking for a job, never leave home without a resume. I won't. |
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