URRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I freakin' hate the managers at Fossil Armada. They either treat me like I'm 5 or they treat me like I should automatically know EVERY SINGLE THING PERFECTLY like I'm some seasoned veteran. I've only been working here since February!!!!!! I DON'T know everything yet. And it really pisses me off when you coach me on something that I "did wrong" when I didn't know that I was doing it wrong because you never fully explained what it was that I was supposed to be doing in the first place.
Also, I KNOW WHAT A FUCKING T-PIN IS. I DON'T NEED A FUCKING LESSON ON WHY IT'S CALLED A T-PIN. I ASKED FOR A PIN BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I NEEDED. IF I'D KNOWN BEFOREHAND THAT YOU USED T-PINS, MAYBE I WOULD HAVE ASKED FOR ONE AS SUCH. BUT PROBABLY NOT-- BECAUSE, REALLY? WHO GIVES A FUCK? I DIDN'T NEED A T-PIN. I JUST NEEDED A FUCKING PIN AND ANY KIND OF PIN WOULD HAVE WORKED. SO I REALLY DON'T NEED YOU GIVING ME A FUCKING SEWING LESSON.
Seriously? I AM NOT 5. I'm also pretty sure I'm older than you and worked in retail a hell of a lot longer than you. I know what needs to be done, so you can stop TELLING me what to do all the time. Get off your fucking power trip. Just because you're technically in charge of me does not make you smarter or more intelligent than me. Have you ever thought about ASKING me (politely) to do something?! Maybe you'd get better results that way!
Also, I really don't understand why Fossil Armada is run the way it is... How the fuck does anything get done? And does it really make sense to have a bazillion part time employees?! Of course, on second thought... maybe it does-- after all, after one three hour shift at Fossil Armada I kinda want to kill myself-- so it makes perfect sense to have someone else come in at that point and take over. But really? You're not making me care about whether or not this store succeeds or fails. I have no vested interest in what happens, and I could care less if we make our credit goal or customer service goal. You treat me like shit, so I treat you like shit.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
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