You would think since I am someone who has definately lost her cool, and not always waited to get home to lose it, that I would have more tolerance. More empathy. But I don't. I absolutely have no tolerance for people who can't stand pressure on a consistant basis. Especially if they are management.
We have new sandwhiches today. They changed all the chicken sandwhiches to go on a kaiser bun and put a different sauce on them. Which, in the 'Wendy's world' a.k.a. not the real world, is a big hairy fuckin deal. So, since we have a new line of sandwhiches, every big wig in the area had to be there. Which means boy wonder started geeking.
First, he yelled at Tiffany, then he was joking around again. Now, the manager is supposed to help with lettuce until 8:15. That means, for one hour and fifteen minutes, a manager should not move from the lettuce area. Well, suffice it to say that boy wonder, is barely ever there. To the point that I've started singing 'Swing Low Sweet Chariot' and 'Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen', whenever he leaves because I know I'm going to be doing lettuce by myself. Do I get extra time to do it? No.
So, when he came back, this is basically the conversation we had:
D: I help all the time with lettuce.
H: In what alternate universe?
D: What would you have me do Linda, when my superiors call me away?
H: Tell them that they know that you are supposed to do lettuce until 8:15,
so you will gladly talk about golf with them after 8:15.
D: riiiiight.
H: Oh wait, I forgot, that action requires balls.
(Insert snickering from Tiffany and Tracy, and me trying to stay deadpan, but giggling.)
D:You are so hateful Linda.
H: Oh wait, maybe visualization might help you stay focused on doing lettuce. See, the lettuce can be the golf ball, and the knife, can be your iron.....
(snickering again, I was on fire.)
Later on, it's about an hour till open, Boy wonder is massively geeking. The last thing that my position does is clean the sink. I am cleaning the sink.
D:Linda, are you almost done?
H: (Play attitude which I give all the time) Does it look like I'm almost done?
D: (Yelling) I asked you a simple fucking question Linda.....
The rest of what he said, I don't remember because I blocked it out. I was so shocked that he was fucking yelling at me like that. I told the manager that I've never walked out on anyone, but I almost did today.
On top of that, they took one of our good managers away. Unbelievable.
Basically, just the worst fucking day at work that I've ever had. I was absolutely miserable. I am glad that the work day is over. I'll be cleaning house tonight because that sort of confrontational bullshit puts me in the mood to just clean everything.
Plus, I'll be going to a hippie retreat this weekend and I want to have all my stuff done, and be able to relax.
Posted by hawkie at March 9, 2004 05:42 PM