I was working an extra shift at the edibles store tonight, to help out at the request of the boss as a girl is out for a while with an injury. Okay, Saturday is my only day off, but whatever, I will help out.
So I get to work with a girl I've never worked with before. Nice. I'll call her the Warden...because I don't want to offend anyone by calling her Nazi.
Warden LOVES to throw her weight around, I figured that out right quick. She thinks she's got the whole package and knows better than anyone else. I'm cool with a fellow retail slave ASKING me to do something - no prob. But TELLING me? Ordering me? Um, 'scuse me, BITCH, we are equals here. You're 7 years older than me? Okay, yeah, that's nice, 28 and 35. Do you really think I give a shit?
She was bragging about how she "is always moving at a job, I don't like to stand still." That's nice. We're all moving here, kind of part of the job...
Do NOT fucking tell me "you're doing that wrong" in FRONT OF A CUSTOMER. Especially when the boss is the one that trained me. But no matter what NOT in front of customers!
Also, Warden was upset with me for closing the door at 9:07. WE CLOSE AT 9. Yeah, there are people in the store, and we will serve them. But I don't want any more coming in. Didn't matter anyways people still came in.
Luckily they knew just what they wanted and were in and out in like 2 min. But just Fuck My Life what the hell Warden? QUIT with the bitching! I work 3 jobs, 60 hours a week and you just only work 30 hours a week at one.
So I maintained my composure, but next time I'm asked if I can work a Saturday I'm saying I've got the plague.