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Oracle
Join Date: Apr 2013
Location: Closer then you think.....
Posts: 4,365
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Dear Diary, what a day it's been!!!
Test, test is this thing on?
Ok, so yesterday by some ****ing fluke, I got promoted again. I had a surprise corporate visit, and I went from a shift manager to an ASM (Assistant Store Manager.) Only because the chick in line ahead of me for the job well, um left her brain at home the last 3 months. Right fast forward to today. I get stuck closing with 6 minors that all need to be out of work no later then 11:00, none of them know how to shut the fu#ck up long enough to let me count cash. Now I am a very casual manager, I joke with you, I work you, but I'll make you laugh smile and make work fun. NOW THAT BEING SAID, they all just met ROID RAGE ROXY. Seriously, you ****ing people don't realize that the cash drops I have to make at the end of the night are upwards of 10,000.00? So why are you gonna call me 87 times over the intercom? Easy fix, "3 of you are 20 to 25 dollars short, and I'll come out there and write you all up if you don't let me count in peace." (Course they weren't short at all I just lost my place counting).
You'd think it would end there, right, nooo, why can't you people empty trash, pick up the **** in the isles, and you need me to tell you the reason some chick had scissors in the fitting room stuffed in a costume was because she was jacking us blind?
I had to tell two of my girls "Ladies this isn't a delicastessin, please wear a belt, and if your shirt doesn't cover the girls, get an undershirt."
How many times, do I have to reapeat "No more then 2 20's in your registers ladies, we have been robbed at gun point two years in a row?"
Here is the worst part of the night, my favorite minor, the one who breaks her back for me and never gives me lip, but also the one who has a sue happy mother who prints me a forest worth of child labor laws every week and actually had the nerve to come in and yell at my boss, tells me "Roxy I love you please let help." Thanks D but get off my clock I don't care where you go but you gotta get the hell out of the store." ''But.." "No buts D get of my clock," "But," "D, I am going to psychically eject you from my store if you don't get off my clock" So she clocks out, and I go off down an isle right quick, I come back and here she is working away... "D drop that **** and go wait by the front doors, for your parents." "Here's whats gonna happen Roxy, I am going to work these isles, til my parents get here..."
I went ballistic, "First off you aint gonna tell me what you are gonna do, that's not how this works, and you WILL NOT TAKE FOOD OUT OF MY MOUTH BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU ARE HELPING ME. THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I AM ****ING LOSING MY ****ING JOB, AND STOP ARGUING WITH ME DUDE YOU ARE GIVING ME A TUMOR!!"
****IN BULL****,BOLLOCKS,BALLBAGS,
/endrant
Woah I feel better now!
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Originally Posted by GuitarBizarre
Roxy is unable to perpetrate violence. It always somehow turns into BDSM between two consenting adults.
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Originally Posted by Frownland
I just want to say your tits are lovely.
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Originally Posted by grindy
Roxy is the William S. Burroughs of our time.
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Originally Posted by Neapolitan
I like Roxy, she's awesome and her taste in music far exceeds yours. Roxy is in the Major League bro, and you're like a sad clown in a two bit rodeo.
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