Cs members from a certain time may remember some stories from me about a former manager of mine, "Harry." My views on him have softened somewhat. He was, and likely still is, a jerk with no people skills andsome pretty screwy ideas on how to do things, and was having a relationship with one of his department specialists. But he did take the time to teach you things, and kept up on what was going on around the store. There was a plan for every day, and adaptations made as needed. Which is far better than the dramatic, sudden lurches from manufactured crisis to manufactured crisis we had with my last manager, and he wasn't much better than Harry in the personality department either.
Anyhow, while he was at the swamp the position of salesfloor supervisor was created. This role was fulfilled by a woman I refer to as the purple-headed monster, so named for the ridiculously-awful, burgundy-purple dye jobs out of a box she slathered into her not particularly thick hair. She more or less served as Harry's right-hand woman.
Purple-headed monster was arrogant when she wasn't being spooky-kooky. Not long after she arrived, she brought in a box full of musty, smelly, raggedy stuffed animals she dug out of her attic or something, with a note for us to help ourselves to whichever ones we wanted. Another night she told us her job was to "crack the whip," and that "all the boys like it when I do that." When she wasn't being creepy or a snob, she was just generally getting in the way, getting little work done.
But she isn't a totally unsympathetic figure; Harry lied to her about the job. He told her she'd be a manager, with all the pay raises, bonuses, keys and alarm codes that went with being a manager, when in fact she was an hourly drone like the rest of us. She complained bitterly about this.
Eventually she and Harry took to waging war on each other through the HR hotline, and they got tired of playing referee and they were both fired on the same day. And there was much rejoicing. I arrived home with my phone full of voicemails from co-workers asking if it was really true they were both gone.
I saw Harry in the store a few times after that, and he's since faded away. Purple-headed monster, however, got a job as a vendor rep for various companies. Her job took her to several stores in town other than my own. I would see her sometimes.
She's now been assigned to my store. As I am the backup receiving specialist, this means I will likely be dealing with her at some point. Possibly as soon as next week, because receiving specialist is taking a week of vacation.
Anyhow, while he was at the swamp the position of salesfloor supervisor was created. This role was fulfilled by a woman I refer to as the purple-headed monster, so named for the ridiculously-awful, burgundy-purple dye jobs out of a box she slathered into her not particularly thick hair. She more or less served as Harry's right-hand woman.
Purple-headed monster was arrogant when she wasn't being spooky-kooky. Not long after she arrived, she brought in a box full of musty, smelly, raggedy stuffed animals she dug out of her attic or something, with a note for us to help ourselves to whichever ones we wanted. Another night she told us her job was to "crack the whip," and that "all the boys like it when I do that." When she wasn't being creepy or a snob, she was just generally getting in the way, getting little work done.
But she isn't a totally unsympathetic figure; Harry lied to her about the job. He told her she'd be a manager, with all the pay raises, bonuses, keys and alarm codes that went with being a manager, when in fact she was an hourly drone like the rest of us. She complained bitterly about this.
Eventually she and Harry took to waging war on each other through the HR hotline, and they got tired of playing referee and they were both fired on the same day. And there was much rejoicing. I arrived home with my phone full of voicemails from co-workers asking if it was really true they were both gone.
I saw Harry in the store a few times after that, and he's since faded away. Purple-headed monster, however, got a job as a vendor rep for various companies. Her job took her to several stores in town other than my own. I would see her sometimes.
She's now been assigned to my store. As I am the backup receiving specialist, this means I will likely be dealing with her at some point. Possibly as soon as next week, because receiving specialist is taking a week of vacation.
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