Evidently, the owner of my work hates me
Sep. 11th, 2001 07:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
devilgrrlYesterday was vaguely annoying. My manager at work told me that, evidently, the owner of the company does not like me, which is fairly insane, because she's only seen me twice and both times I was sick. I guess she thinks that I'm lazy and poorly dressed because the first time she met me I had my head down. Of course, I also had a 103 degree fever, chills, and it was during the nasty heatwave in August and I had not been planning on being there, so I was wearing shorts and a tank top.
She just sent down a new dress code for us to wear. She wants everyone wearing khakis and either a polo shirt or a turtleneck (not mock!) in white, light green, light pink, or light blue. We cannot wear skirts or dresses or sandals.
Jesus Christ, I'm a student. I cannot afford to go out and blow a couple hundred dollars on clothes that I will never wear outside of work. I also won't have time to go and change before I come to work and I can't exactly wear khakis and a polo to school. If she really wants us to wear outfits like that, she needs to provide a uniform.
It funny that all the things that she comes down on me for, everyone else does. She complained that I wore shorts and a tanktop once; the assistant manager wears them every single day she works there, as well as wearing jeans. She says I'm lazy and all I do is sit behind the desk and read; two of the girls who work there sit and do their homework. She said my boyfriend hangs out there with me; he's been there twice and hung out because someone I was working with asked him to help them lift something.
Last week, I was never paid, though I did get comission. My hours were sent in and everyone else got paid.
She's not much out to get me.
Ironically, yesterday, one of my customers asked if they could leave a note for my manager because they thought that I had done a wonderful job, but, of course, I'm lazy and inpersonal.
Work continued to be irritating because we were over 25 cents, which I did not catch until after I had closed everything once and a couple of really stupid women came in to browse the store after the mall was closed.
Hi, all the other stores have their gates down, the mall has announced it's closed, and I'm counting out and you need to come in, ask if I'm still open, and when I say no, continue browsing anyway!? People are effing dumb, especially those to soccer mom. Everyone knows the type: cute, handpainted jean shirt or sweatshirt, hair highlighted blonde, taper leg jeans, big ol' pocketbook, and white sneakers. I would bet that at least one of those ladies drove an SUV or a minivan. The town which the mall is in is full of those bleeding cunts.
I can just seen the Google hits rolling in for that phrase. I get lots of porn hits because I use bad words.
I wish there was something better I could write about, other than just the minor irritants going on in my life. It just seems like they're all really cropping up, all of a sudden.
Tonight looks pretty mundane. Matt and I are having ginger sesame burgers and then I'm going to see if I can find a few black and white shirts for school.
But for right now, I am going back to sleep.
She just sent down a new dress code for us to wear. She wants everyone wearing khakis and either a polo shirt or a turtleneck (not mock!) in white, light green, light pink, or light blue. We cannot wear skirts or dresses or sandals.
Jesus Christ, I'm a student. I cannot afford to go out and blow a couple hundred dollars on clothes that I will never wear outside of work. I also won't have time to go and change before I come to work and I can't exactly wear khakis and a polo to school. If she really wants us to wear outfits like that, she needs to provide a uniform.
It funny that all the things that she comes down on me for, everyone else does. She complained that I wore shorts and a tanktop once; the assistant manager wears them every single day she works there, as well as wearing jeans. She says I'm lazy and all I do is sit behind the desk and read; two of the girls who work there sit and do their homework. She said my boyfriend hangs out there with me; he's been there twice and hung out because someone I was working with asked him to help them lift something.
Last week, I was never paid, though I did get comission. My hours were sent in and everyone else got paid.
She's not much out to get me.
Ironically, yesterday, one of my customers asked if they could leave a note for my manager because they thought that I had done a wonderful job, but, of course, I'm lazy and inpersonal.
Work continued to be irritating because we were over 25 cents, which I did not catch until after I had closed everything once and a couple of really stupid women came in to browse the store after the mall was closed.
Hi, all the other stores have their gates down, the mall has announced it's closed, and I'm counting out and you need to come in, ask if I'm still open, and when I say no, continue browsing anyway!? People are effing dumb, especially those to soccer mom. Everyone knows the type: cute, handpainted jean shirt or sweatshirt, hair highlighted blonde, taper leg jeans, big ol' pocketbook, and white sneakers. I would bet that at least one of those ladies drove an SUV or a minivan. The town which the mall is in is full of those bleeding cunts.
I can just seen the Google hits rolling in for that phrase. I get lots of porn hits because I use bad words.
I wish there was something better I could write about, other than just the minor irritants going on in my life. It just seems like they're all really cropping up, all of a sudden.
Tonight looks pretty mundane. Matt and I are having ginger sesame burgers and then I'm going to see if I can find a few black and white shirts for school.
But for right now, I am going back to sleep.