Me: Hey Joey, I want to go back to the line putting seats in Joey: Why? Me: I fucking hate my new job, and I’d like to go back Joey: Well I don’t want to be a supervisor anymore, but here I fucking am Me:*rolls eyes*I never signed any paperwork officially accepting the job, Joey Joey: Then why did you volunteer for the job in the first place? Me: I thought the grass might be greener, it’s been a horrible mistake so far, and not even worth the money. I’m bored out of my mind, and I’d really like to go back to work with my old team Joey: You’re fucking killing me
I looked him dead in the face this entire conversation, and he just ended up storming off like a child. I wasn’t an asshole or anything about it. It was day 2 tonight, and he still basically gave me the silent treatment.
I’m back on seats for now, but we’ll see how things go. Tyrelle basically heard our entire conversation, and he agreed that he’s acting like a fucking 5 year old.
Sure, it may not be his favorite outcome, but fucking talk to me like a god damn man. You’re a supervisor, don’t act like a child when someone comes to you over something, and definitely don’t give an employee the silent treatment the next day like a fucking baby.
He may be the one mad at me, but I’ve lost all respect for him as a supervisor.
He’s apparently no different than half of these dumb fucks on the line that get mad when I tell them to fuck off when I won’t kiss their fucking toes.
I don’t think these individuals have figured out how I operate yet, but that’s fine.
I was pretty fucking mad about everything when I first got to work, but I’m whatever about it now. I just felt like getting this shit off of my chest.
I told mom about all this, and she said I can be a hateful asshole sometimes. I told her if people would stop trying to talk down to me then they’d stop getting their feelings hurt.