I knew it was probably going to be inevitable. We now have a bitch manager.
One of our very awesome managers got rotated out, and has been replaced by a woman who tries way too hard to be some kind of power-tripping "leader" without actually being a leader. Yelling at me ain't going to solve anything, it ain't going to help me, and it certainly ain't gonna help her.
She also is in no power to judge the work ethic of my associates and I only being there for two days. She tried to get me to work off the clock and I wasn't having any of that. If she pushed it any further I would have cursed her out and threatened her with a complaint to the state's Department of Labor, because you...kinda can't make anyone work when they're off the clock. I don't know how she did things at your previous store, but in our store and everywhere else around the United States, that's illegal.
Fuck me. Is it a sign that I need to be moving on?
Yeah, break the guilty trammels from yesteryear. Remember how the taste of failure makes it all clear. The lowly opportunists take commanding roles, and hawk ultimatums so their weakness won't show. -- Bad Religion
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It also doesn't help my mood that the Saints blew the fucking game they should have won. All because of a RETARDED RETARDED RETARDED play in the last five minutes. Who do they think they are, the Redskins? (who also blew their game today)
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