Fashion Show

I work for a woman who makes the movie ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ look
like a dream job. She has used her father’s connections, her looks
and possibly sex to move herself along the company ladder. Now in a
management position, she spends her days on the phone with family and
friends, has weekly hair and nail appointments and works out with a
trainer all on company time. She uses gift cards and gift
certificates that our company has in trade like her own personal
spending acccount. She walks around the office every morning and
expects us to compliment her on her outfits and if you don’t tell her
she looks nice, pretty, etc. you get the evil eye and are on her shit
list. If you are not dressed to the nines like she is there is a
TON of snide remarks. She told a co-worker that there must have been
a HUGE sale at Wal-Mart because so and so finally wore a new pair of
shoes. The person in question dresses quite nicely and I’m pretty
sure not even her underware comes from Wal-Mart!

If you have a problem and report it to her (she is the manager) she
treats you like an idoit. My favorite quote “I don’t understand why
you come to ME with customer problems, there is NOTHING I’m going to
do about it! I hired you people to deal with such trival things!”
Mind you she has to sign off on certain things we do, but we are
supposed to handle trival things on our own. She is the last one in
the office in the morning and recently screamed at me for leaving at
5 o’clock. I told her my hours are from 9 to 5 and her reply, I’m
here after 5 most days obviously you lack the dedication I have for
this job! Ok lady, you also come in around 9:30 and somedays leave and
are gone for 2-3 hours getting your hair done, but I’ll sit around for
awhile with you for free!!!

Digging For Gold

I work at a popular fast food restaurant as a manager. A fellow
manager is probably the nastiest person I’ve ever met. I honestly
don’t believe he showers. He has even admitted that his children have
been sent home because they stink! Not to mention he is constantly
farting when he is right next to you or walking by. One day I thought
he actually crapped in his pants it was so loud and made me gag!
He is always sticking his pens in his ears and then looking at them
to see what sort of “treasures” he can dig out.

Since we are a restaurant there will be a few crumbs on the prep
table and everytime he walks by he will scoop a little pile into his
hand and pop it in his mouth like its not a big deal!
I hate working with him because I always feel like I’m going to vomit
by the end of the day!

Run Away

I got a job with a well known buisness supplies store shortly after
shaving my head (in memory of my grandma). My bosses didn’t have a
problem with a near bald female working for them. A few months after
shaving my head, my 17 year old best friend ran away from home. I was
naturally distraught and in a panic, she had never given any
indication that she was upset or that she was going to do something
like that. I called into work and told my bosses what had happened,
and they told me I could have 2 days off to look for her. As we had
several mutual friends in the area where the office supplies store
was, one of my co-workers saw me running from store to store talking
to employees while I was rostered to be working and told on me -
though the bosses knew what I was doing.

After my two day time period, my bosses called me into their office,
seeming very cold and quiet. I explained to them that we had a trail
on where she had disappeared to, and that we had managed to contact
police all over Eastern Canada to report if they see her.

They let me explain through gripped hands, shaking voice and white
visage. After I was done, they said, “You need to do something about
your hair. Customers are complaining that they don’t know if you are
a boy wearing makeup and that your ambigousness is confusing them.” I
was shocked, and started to cry just from the stress of losing my
friend and of just not expecting a rather hurtful comment. I asked
them what they think I should do, as I clearly couldn’t make my hair
grow any faster. They said they didn’t care, but if I could please
make myself look a bit more girly they would appreciate it. Not a
word was said about why I was gone for two days, or a word of comfort
for my missing friend. Just that I needed to look more like a girl
because I was disturbing the customers with my gender neutral look.
(She showed up a week later, half way across the country.)

Cover My Shift?

So I had been working all week on trying to get a shift covered while
I was still on vacation. Offering money ($50), favors, still no
one had picked up my shift. Finally, the day of the shift, I throw in the
towel and call them to let them know, I can’t make it.

First of all, my manager started off complaining that she hadn’t
known about my vacation. (1. I’d been gone all week 2. I told her two
weeks before I needed help covering shifts, which I reminded her of)
Then she claims, “Well it’s not my job to keep track of everyone’s
vacations… blah blah blah” Is it not? YOU write the SCHEDULE, don’t
you? (That I didn’t say.)

My favorite part though, was when she told me, “Well, you know its ok
if you come in an hour or so late.” This being after I had stated that
I was driving home and was just outside of Sacramento, CA trying to
get to Seattle, WA. This being 2 p.m… 3 hours before my shift. I
doubt I could have found a plane that could’ve got me there even an
hour late & we would probably have to land in the parking lot.