Friday, July 26, 2013
Ugh - this job.
I'm at the boutique and - okay - I'm so grateful I have a job - I really am - beyond. But she came in here the other day and FREAKED out on me and I just am having trouble getting over it. I'm trying to no give her my power and listen - it was all her - for real. She called me and it was really busy and said "I'm driving in from the Hampton's and I need you to print these reports for me - I will be there in 2 hours." She tells me what they are - sort of - I have NO idea what she is talking about - I tell her I will do my best but it's really busy and I might not be able to figure it out. She calls me back and says "Always help the customers - customers first." SO I SOLD SHIT TO CUSTOMERS BECAUSE IT'S HER STORE AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PRINT OUT FINANCIAL STATEMENTS OR EVEN WHAT THEY ARE OR WHERE TO FIND THEM. So what happens? She comes in - yells at me for not printing out the right stuff - talks to me like I'm fucking retarded and says "I will email you things if you need to see it written out when you don't understand what I need." I say I didn't know what you wanted and it was busy - I helped the customers. She says - "Well you should have called QuickBooks and I say I DID THAT'S WHY THOSE REPORTS ARE PRINTED. Then she yells "This is going to be the end of me!! The end of me!!!" She yells at me more - throws a fir - then tells me to call QuickBooks again - which I do and move as faaaar away from her as I can get because I was so physically jarred by her behavior. It was like she was being a 3 year old - for real. The she says "DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE?" She's never here. Then she says "When I need something done - whatever it is - I need it done." This is the thing - she sat down and it took her about 2 hours to figure it out and did it herself. If she didn't even know how to do it - how was I supposed to know how to do it? So it's all good - I'm totally over it. I have to go bye Bluebie.