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Lord And Taylor Manager Bitch From Hell Gets Told By Joe As He Reaches Tipping Point
RHU Monster BloggerJoe, the Cigar Guy gets a special Retail Balls Award for deciding enough is enough and taking the kind of soul-saving action that requires some massive retail kahones...
Well, it's official: I quit my job at Gord & Raylor today. I'd been fantasizing about telling my manager off and walking out the door for a while. Today, I did a little of the former and a lot of the latter.
Yeah, I know quitting a job in this economy isn't the smartest move, but I'd had all I could take. I knew something was up when my manager wouldn't look at me during the morning rally. On the way upstairs, I complimented her on winning the Best Sales Manager Award for fiscal August. "Yeah...I USED to get it every few months, but not NOW", was her response. An hour later I was summoned to the Store Manager's office. Talk about being blind-sided! I walked in there thinking, "Uh-oh, I'm getting the "Close the door behind you" treatment. What's up?"
My manager proceeded to read a list of tasks I'd supposedly screwed up dating back to July! She also said that the Visual Displays person was angry at me because she completed a task I was assigned. She then said my co-workers "perceived" I wasn't pulling my weight. Then came the tipping point: "We COULD terminate you right now, but, out of the goodness of our hearts, we're going to give you one more chance."
Now folks, I'm Irish and I'm 60 years old. I know bullshit when I hear it. I've seen Gord & Raylor put the screws to sales associates, receiving crew and managers alike. If they swallowed their pride and submitted, they had to do everything up to and including cleaning up puke and working for free to prove they were "team players". I thought about signing the sheet that said I was a bad boy. I thought about trying yet again to be the subservient, inexhaustible sales associate they wanted me to be. Then I thought better of it...
"Why don't I just save us ALL a lot of grief and accept a position elsewhere!"
And I walked out with cries of, "You have to sign the acknowledgement form" ringing out behind me. Now, I'm dreading telling Mrs. Cigar Guy that it's back to ramen noodles for a while, but GODDAMN that felt good!!!