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My Life Thus Far
2009-05-20 05:49:29 (UTC)

Assimilate Or Leave

**Warning** This entire entry is nothing more than a bitch-
session. A rant, rave, pity-party that is more for my
mental well-being than anything else. If you don't want to
read my piss and moan patheticness just stop now, but I
need to write it...

In the 2 years, 8 months I've worked at Victoria's Secret
I've never worked with anyone that flat out made me want
to quit. I've wanted to quit for other reasons, but not
because of anyone. After Rebecca left there was an opening
for another co-manager. No one within our store wanted or
was capable of filling the position, so we had to get a
transfer from another store.

I worked with her for the first time tonight and I can
honestly say I strongly dislike her and if she doesn't
either assimilate or leave, I'm quiting. Her first offense
was talking down to me. Regardless of whether or not I'm a
new associate or a tenured associate that doesn't need to
be coach, she should never have spoken to anyone the way
that she spoke to me upon first meeting. Talk about a bad
first impression. She treated me like it was orientation
and I didn't know a damn thing. Lots of little things like
how returns and exchanges should be handled, how
promotions are to be rung up, where CRM's should be filed
and how I should sell credit. I'M THE CREDIT LEAD!!!

Then she left all of the straightening to me as she stood
there and looked important. She referred to the store as
her store (last time I checked, Tamara was the store
manager, not her). She had to one-up me on everything and
point out how wonderful everything she does is. She had a
nasty air of entitlement and while I applaud self-
confidence, she was nauseating. Then, she broke a cardinal
rule I would expect from people in our store, but not
someone who's aspirations were to eventually work at
corporate... She brought up her personal life. Including
her aversion to black men and how she'll never date
another one because "they're all alike". Wow. It's not my
fault she got pregnant by a good-for-nothing guy who
happened to be black and he cheated on her. When she found
out my mother was black instead of being appropriately
apologetic she said "see, even a black woman knows better
than to date a black man". Holy crap.

At 9pm, everything was done. I'd straightened all the
walls and tables, done hangers and sensors. I knocked out
the vacuuming in 10 minutes. All she had to do was count
out registers, but instead she wanted to tell me more
about her baby daddy drama. Unfortunately for me she's a
gesturer and it's next to impossible to count money, talk
and gesture at the same time. So, I didn't get home until
after 10pm when it should have been an early night. I have
to close with her again tomorrow. Shoot me now... Ciao.




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