As I’m setting up this markdown gun for her, she whips out her iPhone are starts texting away, I look up and say, “Are you texting all your friends what a mean manager you have”? No just my brother. What nerve. Anyways, show her how to mark these pants down, which really is nothing more difficult that a 5 year old could probably do. Once completed with that assignment she approaches me with the question, “What’s next.” And not the kind of peppy voice you’re assuming came out of her, like I asked her to starve herself for three weeks and then run a marathon kind of tone. I think to myself, I’m scheduled…no WE’RE scheduled to stay until 2am, and I’m not letting this little girl get her way.
I go on by telling her what other items have to get marked down. Which by the way, I had two other employees AS WELL AS MYSELF, doing this markdowns. She acted as if I was out to get her. I hear her saying how she’s just in a bad mood because she’s been up since 6am doing hair. Did I tell you that you had to take on a second job? Did I purposely schedule you a day that I had no idea you even had another job on the same day?
This...is a kesha. |
No to both of those questions if not already assumed. Is putting stickers on price tags too agonizing for ya? I even offered if she wanted to switch with another person so she would be straightening up the clothes instead of doing markdowns, “NO, I’M FINE.” Was what I got. After making her mark down the other half of the store she approaches me with another “NOW WHAT”. I threw up a peace sign and said you can go home now. She goes, “No, really, what now.” As if she really thinks I WANT her there to listen to her heavy signs and complaining. No, you can really go home. She clocks out and leaves, walks back in the door 3 minutes later because she forgot her Ke$ha34@#$%$&** CD.
Does that give you any idea what this girl’s like? “She needs to chill the fuck out, and smoke a bowl or something”, Came out of the mouth of another worker after kesha left the building.