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Mister Manager
If you weren't convinced by my last post that my boss sucks all kinds of balls, I offer you this morsel. Today, upon learning that Allegedly Reformed Meth Addict will be coming back to work tomorrow for reals, I submitted a request that it be made clear to her that she can't just stand around ringing up customers all day like she used to do...that she actually be required to do some actual TASKS to boot--making coffee, wiping down the fucking salad bar...don't really care as long as I don't have to share my tips with her lazy, bossy ass while she flits away her time making change. So it went something like this: Me: "Can I make one request? That it be made clear to Allegedly Reformed Meth Addict that she has to do some work other than just ringing up customers all day?" Ballsuck: "Can you make that clear to her?" Maybe I'm blowing this all out of proportion but EXCUSE ME, FUCKING WHAT? Can I make that clear to her? Last time I checked, you weren't paying me to manage your suck-ass employees. Just what exactly are the parameters of the job I got hired for? And even if it were, by some stretch of the imagination, my responsibility to police her activities, why the hell would she listen to me? Not. Her. Boss. So then it goes something like this: Me: "Well...actually, no. Why would she listen to me?" Ballsuck: "Are you saying that I shouldn't hire her back at all?" Which, honestly, is kind of exactly what we were all saying, but passive-aggressive drama queen much? And what's more, are you really trying to suggest that all hirings and firings go through me from now on? That with one word (that actually has little to do with what you decide to think it does) I can hold the fate of half a dozen shitty current and former employees in my hands? Because if that's what you're trying to suggest as you pout off back to your sad little office-closet with a SPECTACULAR "Fine then! I'll have her come in tomorrow and never again," then just pay me like a manager already and we will never go without plates, spoons, soup bowls, Half & Half, clean towels, pepperoni, quarters, espresso beans, ketchup or MOTHERFUCKING BLEACH ever again!jlb | 00:43 |
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