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The scene is a kid's night (99cent buffets for 11 n younger) with Gin, a woman who worked with me when I started. One year into my time, she left. This is two years later.
She was with her kids, talking to Manager C (the rude one) about her old co-workers (I.E. the only ones left are myself, Mrs. S, and Rayban). Gin looks back through the buffet window (pointing to the front) at me...
Gin: I can't believe that little powderpuff lasted so long here.
MC: Yeah, I'm not high up enough to weed out the kids in here.
Oh hell no. You left us to be a lunch lady at an elementary, you are certainly no better than me. You've also made the mistake of assuming I am still the small, people-scared little girl I once was.
I decided to let it go, with a warning glare/hiss in her direction.
Later on, Gin's brats are RUNNING INTO THE KITCHEN!! Throwing their spit-ridden drinks around! Dropping half-eaten pizza full of cooties at people! Major no-no, and with so much stuff 500degrees and ready to slip on little hands, its a disaster zone waiting to happen.
I corral them to the buffet exit, where Manager C and Gin are talking.
MC: Yeah, they won't touch anything. Its fine.
Gin: hehe--HEY YOU! Don't touch my kids! They weren't hurting anything!!!!
MC: UNHOLYPET!! You let those angels alone!! Go back to your station!
She snatches them from my gentle nudging forward, and stands up to her full 5'2'' at my 5'6'' (in work boots).
Me: I will be more than happy to keep off of them, if their mother wasn't to caught up harping about nothing to a lazy front worker. Speaking of, you have a customer up front, Manager C
Gin: How dare you talk to her like that!
Me: Back off, Gin.
MC: You go do your job!
Me: I'm doing my job by keeping those kids away from burning pizza! They could've been seriously burne--
Gin: Don't tell me how to raise my kids!
... ugh.
Talk about entitlement. You worked here TWO years ago, do you not remember how you used to scream at people who did what you just did?
The end of the story was her getting free food from Manager C, to "keep my job safe in case she calls Owner," because of how the two were harping on how I was to her, and how much food costs, and blah blaaahhh.
And... isn't WORKING part of your job, Manager C?
Oh my god -_-
She was with her kids, talking to Manager C (the rude one) about her old co-workers (I.E. the only ones left are myself, Mrs. S, and Rayban). Gin looks back through the buffet window (pointing to the front) at me...
Gin: I can't believe that little powderpuff lasted so long here.
MC: Yeah, I'm not high up enough to weed out the kids in here.
Oh hell no. You left us to be a lunch lady at an elementary, you are certainly no better than me. You've also made the mistake of assuming I am still the small, people-scared little girl I once was.
I decided to let it go, with a warning glare/hiss in her direction.
Later on, Gin's brats are RUNNING INTO THE KITCHEN!! Throwing their spit-ridden drinks around! Dropping half-eaten pizza full of cooties at people! Major no-no, and with so much stuff 500degrees and ready to slip on little hands, its a disaster zone waiting to happen.
I corral them to the buffet exit, where Manager C and Gin are talking.
MC: Yeah, they won't touch anything. Its fine.
Gin: hehe--HEY YOU! Don't touch my kids! They weren't hurting anything!!!!
MC: UNHOLYPET!! You let those angels alone!! Go back to your station!
She snatches them from my gentle nudging forward, and stands up to her full 5'2'' at my 5'6'' (in work boots).
Me: I will be more than happy to keep off of them, if their mother wasn't to caught up harping about nothing to a lazy front worker. Speaking of, you have a customer up front, Manager C
Gin: How dare you talk to her like that!
Me: Back off, Gin.
MC: You go do your job!
Me: I'm doing my job by keeping those kids away from burning pizza! They could've been seriously burne--
Gin: Don't tell me how to raise my kids!
... ugh.
Talk about entitlement. You worked here TWO years ago, do you not remember how you used to scream at people who did what you just did?
The end of the story was her getting free food from Manager C, to "keep my job safe in case she calls Owner," because of how the two were harping on how I was to her, and how much food costs, and blah blaaahhh.
And... isn't WORKING part of your job, Manager C?
Oh my god -_-
In any case, there was one part where a customer said something that clearly got to me...
a few months later, she came in to buy something.
) store I worked at nearly 6 years ago. I was written up twice because of her... She was not that old, but it was clear her "life style" (aka sex, booze, & drugs) had aged her a great deal. She had been married 4 times (working with her, I found out why). She had her one son hired who was a drug addict, and habitually on probabtion. He did absolutely nothing other then stand around watching us work. He always told her off, and she would only yell at him & nothing else. She told our Manager (who was my age at the time & younger then the supervisor) that she spoke to all of us like kids cuz we are all younger. She was one of those, "I am older, so anyone younger can take whatever I have to say, " old bitties. No wonder the store failed...
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