August 17, 2007
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Last night at work…
I was really ticked off. It was one thing after another, and none of it the fault of any bass ackward customers, though there were a few who really needed a time out. No, once again it was my micromanaging manager, and she wasn’t even in yesterday.
She insists upon checking in the new signs when we receive them, but of course, this week she did not. So while I was running around trying to find a sign for a sale on bags and wondering where she’d hid it this time (just as last time she whipped it out of thin air a day later), it was still sitting in the box it came in. I even left her a note onWednesday that I needed the stupid sign since I left before she came in, and the note disappeared without a sign surfacing. So when I got in last night, I caught grief from everyone because 1) no one knew where the display was, though I told one of the managers exactly where it was on Wednesday and told him also that I still needed a sign, and 2) it was a sale that started Thursday morning, and so there were a few customers who were antsy about it before I arrived. Then the same manager who I had told about the bag display, decided to take down a sign on another sale display because the sale was not ringing up at the register, despite the fact that the sale was not supposed to end until the end of the day. Of course, he did not replace it with anything, and all displays are supposed to have a sign. So I was running around looking for the sign he removed and finally gave up. Wouldn’t you know it, I found it as soon as I replaced it with something else.
Now I have a problem with electrical devices. When I get upset, they stop working right. It must have something to do with my unusually strong energy field. I can’t wear any metals because they give me a rash, but when I was a kid, I would wear those cheap plastic watches and the batteries never ran down. I remember I had a watch for about seven years and I never once had to change the battery. I only threw it out after the band broke. I worked at a bank for three years, and in the last and worst year of working there, I killed two computers, two printers, a phone, and the entire intercom system in the drivethru. The drivethru was down for three months…. pantomime is fun. heh
So last night, in my first hour of frustration, I apparently broke our connection with home office. We could still search our own inventory, but that was it. The customers couldn’t search the Borderstore system at all, we couldn’t get onto the books-in-print site, and we couldn’t even get our emails. One of my coworkers didn’t believe it was me until I showed him my walkietalkie which was flashing through the channels like it was possessed. I could still hear requests for assistance, but the channel indicator was completely spastic.
It would have been funny if it wasn’t so annoying. All of it was annoying. I wish my GM would do something about my idiot supervisor. Everyone knows she’s having an affair with one of our coworkers, and she never completes anything. She starts something and then just leaves clean up for everyone else. I wish she would just get a hint from the way everyone acts around her and go somewhere else. She’s such an arrogant, officious little pissant. The woman needs a reality check. She acts like the sun won’t shine unless she tells it to.
