Ask said peon to speak to the personnel manager for you.
After said peon hangs up from speaking with PM, demand to know when PM is going to come out of her office and talk to you.
Repeat until peon grudgingly calls the PM again and repeats exactly what you said.
It's important to note at this time, PM was not a pleasant, sociable lady. Hell, she's the one who repeatedly called my house and harassed my mother, demanding to know where I was and telling her to stop lying because "I know LB is sitting right next to you, now put her on!" Yeah, I got a pink slip from her. That's another story . .
But I digress.
Then, despite the fact that you have to look *up* to see PM in the face, talk down to her in a demeaning tone about your excellent credentials as a cashier as if it's a Bachelor's degree in rocket science.
There was actually a set of half a dozen or so newbs sitting in the lobby, waiting for orientation to start when this happened, and there were six jaws on the floor by the time this guy left. I turned to them with a smile afterwards and said "Well, that's how not to make a good impression!
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