I'm going to just put this out there: My manager is a Bitch with a capital B. Well, at least to me and certain other coworkers. She, of course, has her favorites though I don't fault (most of) them for it. She treats someone who has been FIRED from the company (but still comes in to see movies and to generally waste everyone's time) for not only having multiple no-call, no-shows, but also for FIGHTING with a customer better than she treats me. What. The. Everlovin'. Hell.
Let me tell you a story. I'll refer to my manager as B, for obvious reasons.
I had a family thing going on and I needed to keep my cell phone with me for emergency recon. Generally, B is somewhat understanding about this sort of thing (or at least she should be, considering she makes personal calls while at work). Now, what would a compassionate and logical manager do in this situation?
A. Ask if everything is alright.
B. Tell that person that if they need anything, they're there for them.
C. Say, "Of course you can have your phone since it's for an obviously good reason."
D. Possibly all of the above.
Did she do any of these? LOL. You're hilarious. She, of course, precedes to tell me that I should have gotten someone else to cover my shift (not because of my distress, but because I had the gall to come to her and ask if I could keep my phone with me) and that I'm not allowed to have my phone but "I guess it's okay just this one time." What-the-fuck-ever. I told her that both of my parents told me that I should go to work to keep myself busy instead of staying at home worrying about everything, which is what I did. She reiterates that I should have just had someone else work for me. GAAAAAAH.
She continuously treats me like an idiot. Whenever I have a question, she looks at me like I asked her what 2+2 is. Nevermind the fact that this woman can't spell worth shit. B wants us to smile basically 24/7, while she berates customers and talks to them like they're children (granted, some of them deserve it) and never smiles unless it's to kiss ass. See the hypocrisy?
I admit to crying because of this woman. While on my break during that family emergency day, I had a nervous breakdown. I threw my phone across the room because my friend I was looking for consolation from wasn't helping at all (doesn't help that he was one of her favorites), and bent over the table and just CRIED. I've started taking "happy pills" because of her. Not prescribed ones, mind you, but natural "good mood enhancers" nonetheless. Whenever I turn the corner to go into work and see her car in the parking lot, I pray to the Almighty FSM, loudly say "FUCK" and die a little on the inside. Both my best friend and boyfriend want me to quit. Sad thing is, I used to LOVE coming into work. I love the people I work with. I love the perks. Even though we do have our share of crazy custys, they generally aren't so bad.
On one hand, I think she's trying to get me to quit, but I don't mess up badly enough to be written up for anything. I've never had a bad count on my drawer, only had to ask off work twice (once for being sick, and another because I really needed more time to finish a project. Both times I managed to find someone else to cover), and only had one customer complain about me (and it was for something stupid, he was just being entitled and ignoring me on his bluetooth piece-of-shit anyways). No, I'm not the most "smiley", but I get shit done. I'm the one that points out stuff that needs done or that is wrong. I think the fact that I don't kiss ass and am actually pretty intelligent just pisses her off. I've had to explain stuff to her, using that awesome concept known as logic, which just blows management mind sometimes. B constantly looks over my shoulder to try and see me mess up, but then has to grudgingly say, "good job, you did the right thing..." when I do things correctly.
To be honest, I'm not really looking for advice, though I'm sure some of you would tell me to quit. I just needed to vent. And it felt good! Sorry for the length. Next time, I'll regale with crusty stories.