Over the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college, I needed a job. Went looking, and found what I thought was a pretty sweet gig at a dollar store.
They had a "strict" policy of "plain shirts and jeans" that only I actually adhered to.
There were three manages that worked there. The head manager and one of the managers were nice ladies, in fact one of them was very friendly, and we'd spend a lot of time chatting while she worked around the store and I did register.
However, there of course has to be a balance to such a nice woman. And it wasn't the custys (though they got pretty bad sometimes ("How much is this?" "One dollar. Like EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE STORE." Ugh.), it was our third manager.
I'm fairly certain that woman was out to get me. At the end of our shift, we'd have to count out our drawers, make sure that it matched the sales tags, pretty much SOP.
Somehow, EVERY TIME I worked with this woman, I would end up being over by 5-10 dollars. ONLY with her. I was over by 90 cents with the head manager, one time, and never over with the other manager.
So the first time it happened, she told me not to let it happen again, or else I'd get a warning.
Of course, it happened again, and I got a warning. And then it happened AGAIN, and I got another warning, as well as her basically threatening me with a story of "you know, there was another girl that used to work here that would always be over, but after we wrote her up she stopped." Because yes, I want that hanging over my head.
I remember I tried to joke with her (near tears because I had seriously been trying SO HARD to have my drawer be PERFECT and it never was with her) that at least I was over and not under, and she gave me this look like "Are you stupid?" and said something to the effect of ripping off the customers was just as bad as ripping off the store.
Possibly lucky for me, about three weeks after I started working, corporate decided to close our location and move us to a new one. It was lucky because I didn't have to deal with the bitchy manager anymore. The unlucky part was that I stopped getting hours. Period. There were about eight of us working, three managers and five regular employees, and since we were closing we didn't need to do stock anymore, so there only had to be one manager and one cashier on duty.
Rather than giving the poor college student some hours, they were giving the other employees four to six 6-hour shifts a week, and me nothing.
After three weeks of not getting any work, I walked in and told the manager in charge that I quit. No notice, just "You're not giving me hours, take me off your payroll."
It was pretty much hell for half of my summer.
Have you ever worked with a Manager who didn't like you for whatever reason and seemingly wanted to get rid of you?
From Office Supply Whore, posted to RHU November 2009:
I work for a major office supply store. You'd think that the type of people who voluntarily shop for paper, ink, and toner are mild-mannered by association. This, however, is not the case. My first of many horrible customer experiences comes from a woman who was about 40 who wanted to return her item. I could tell by the caked on blue eyeshadow, fluffy pink sweater, perm, and mom jeans that there was going to be trouble. I was right.
At our store, if you don't have a receipt for your return, you must give a drivers license to us so we can check your ID in a database of fraud ID's. Normally, this almost never poses an issue, but there's always a first time for everything.
After some fumbling around, she managed to find her ID, flashed it at me, and then stuffed it back into her purse.
Me: Ma'am, I need to see your ID...
40 year old woman: You just did.
Me: Ma'am I need to type in your drivers license number.
40 YOW: Why?! Why do you need to do that?!
Me: Because it's just a quick check to see that your ID isn't fraudulent.
40 YOW: IT ISN'T FRAUDULENT!!!!! Why would you need to type in the number!?
Me: As I stated, it's just a check to see that your ID isn't fraudulent...
40 YOW: IT ISN'T!!! You! Why???? Why do you need it!?!?
Me: I can't let you return this without typing in your ID number?
40 YOW: YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO STEAL MY IDENTITY!!!! IDENTITY THEFT!!!!! IDENTITY THEFT!!!!!!
Me: Let me get a manager...
::Manager comes over::
40 YOW: SHE!!! She says you need to type in my driver's lisence number for a return!!!
40 YOW: Why do you need it!!?!
Manager: It's a check in our database of fraudulent ID's. Your ID is most likely not fraudulent, however we must type in the number -
40 YOW: THAT IS AN INVASION OF PRIVACY!!!
Manager: If you want to return this item, then I have to type in your ID number. If not, then I can't do the return.
40 YOW: Why?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Manager: Because we need an ID to do the return.
40 YOW: BUT MY ID ISN'T FRAUDULENT!! I AM AN AMERICAN CITIZEN!!
Manager: I know. It probably isn't, but we still need the ID for the return
40 YOW: THIS IS IDENTITY THEFT!!!
This exchange goes on for another 15 minutes before she finally agrees to give the manager her ID and type in the number and finish the return. I half expected there to be some sort problem, with the way she was over-reacting. But there wasn't. She was just a dumb fucking bitch.
Manager: Thank you, is there anything else I can help you with today?