Save Me #2

Last time I told you all about my first incident at the job. Oh, believe me, I have many more up my sleeves. For some reason I think, I was the one they did not want me to progress in anyway. So let us continue where we left off at last time. Yes, with Ms. Broomy and Ms. Etta.

Many of you who work specifically in the clothing area of your store, will understand where I am coming from with this one. As you all know there are guidelines that should be followed. It's not just hanging clothes up wherever you want. No way. You have your brands, your age groups, your colors etc. On top of that you also have to be aware on how you arrange everything. 

The store I work at, I have been told at least a million times (for some reason they think I am stupid, if I'm hired as a stocker) that I have to look at the brand and which group it belongs to, e.g. Beach Bum. So everything under the name of "Beach Bum" has to be on one rack. 

Anyone who knows me, knows that I work accurately. I actually put time and effort into the things I do. So after rearranging the sales floor and keeping everything coordinated, I was very satisfied with my work and could go home stress free. This is when everything took its turn. I came into work the next day to find that Ms. Broomy and Ms. Etta were rearranging E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G! I couldn't believe my eyes but I let it be and continued with my regular routine.

It wasn't even a day later that they tried to accuse me that I had put up everything in the wrong order. How stupid did they really think I was?! I flat out told them that I had seen them change everything and they would not accuse me of messing it up. 

On my imaginary achievement board, I put a star up for standing up for myself!

Remember, even if you might be wrong, stand up for what you think is right!

The Super-Moody Supervisor

Today I start my segment of supervisors. It is unbelievable how many different types there are and to be honest; most of the times I have to stop and think, how did these people end up in those positions. I feel like supervisors are stuck in a sort of "limbo".Too experienced to be regular associates but not qualified enough to be managers. Maybe it's for the best that it's that way. So today I present you the super-moody supervisor. The picture below is truely depicts on how I feel about this supervisor.

This supervisor has no control over their being. They are like the Katy Perry song "Hot & Cold" or like that toy crocodile where you had to push down the teeth, you just never know when this supervisor is going to snap. Constantly it feels like you're trying to detonate a bomb, not knowing if you got the right wire or not. 

You thought your life was tough as it was working retail, well let's just add this supervisor to make sure that everything in your life is miserable. The apocalypse could be happening right outside your door but this supervisor  will still be the # 1 threat. Good news, if you're lucky there will only be one specimen of this kind at your job. 

I myself have come across this rare phenomenon and this person will manipulate you in ways you didn't know were possible. At some point you will realize that just their glare leaves you stuttering and heart racing fast, you start thinking that it is your fault this supervisor is acting the way they are, that is how you know there is no return. You have officially been diagnosed with scaredshitless, even though you might not want to admit it.

Remedies, HAH! No official cure but to run and hide. If you are among the brave ones, you can speak up to this person but remember you have been warned. But for real, if there are problems, go to your manager or work union and make them deal with this!