You Gotta Love It
There is a girl at work that is 17 years old. She is next to worthless. Just after she started working there, I found out she was a stripper. "Oooooohhhhhh, a stripper?"... NO! "EEEEWWWW! A stripper??" She is NOT attractive. She is lumpy and goth looking. Anyway...
I think that over all, I am a fair manager. I do not ask anyone to do anything that I have not done. I make them work, but I also let them slack off and have fun. I believe that is key to working with anyone, let alone teenagers. I know how I was and do not expect different from them. However, stripper-chick HATES ME!!! Gosh, I hope I can sleep tonight.
She is about as useless as a pimple on a frogs ass. She is doing a co-op for school and needs hours yet will ask to go home early, bitch about her schedule or just call in "sick". She also has a problem with wearing the prescribed khakis. I want to go back to the "sick" part though. She calls in one night because she was horseback riding (which she owns that horse) and got lost in the woods for two hours. She said that she was "traumatized". The next night she called in again, this time I was there and she said that she was sick because she was not dressed to be in the woods that long and caught a bit of the cold. WHAT?? So, you were dressed appropriately for a 30 minute ride but at 31 minutes you start to get cold??? I told her this was suspicious because I knew she had a friend in from out of town. She said that she was gone already. I, of course, call bullshit again. I ask her if she is serious about working here. She says that she is. I know she is lying... again. This is only ONE incident, people!
So she has this website, which I would link if not for the fact that she is 17 and posing scantily clad. I will say though that you all should thank me because she is a tub of cottage cheese!!! I digress... So I have an ongoing feud with her because she doesn't wear the required clothing (khakis) to work and I insist that she show up for her shifts. Meanwhile, one of the other managers takes her into one of the locker rooms and tells her she is "fucked up" and needs to stop stripping because soon it will lead to her turning tricks on the corner. Yet somehow I am the douche bag because I expect her to be in khakis and at work. Go figure.
I just love the logic of the "intellectual" teenager who cannot get along with the main members of her family or most authority figures in her life. Yeah sweetie, we are the assholes, not you. Boy, I only hope that I can sleep toni...... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I think that over all, I am a fair manager. I do not ask anyone to do anything that I have not done. I make them work, but I also let them slack off and have fun. I believe that is key to working with anyone, let alone teenagers. I know how I was and do not expect different from them. However, stripper-chick HATES ME!!! Gosh, I hope I can sleep tonight.
She is about as useless as a pimple on a frogs ass. She is doing a co-op for school and needs hours yet will ask to go home early, bitch about her schedule or just call in "sick". She also has a problem with wearing the prescribed khakis. I want to go back to the "sick" part though. She calls in one night because she was horseback riding (which she owns that horse) and got lost in the woods for two hours. She said that she was "traumatized". The next night she called in again, this time I was there and she said that she was sick because she was not dressed to be in the woods that long and caught a bit of the cold. WHAT?? So, you were dressed appropriately for a 30 minute ride but at 31 minutes you start to get cold??? I told her this was suspicious because I knew she had a friend in from out of town. She said that she was gone already. I, of course, call bullshit again. I ask her if she is serious about working here. She says that she is. I know she is lying... again. This is only ONE incident, people!
So she has this website, which I would link if not for the fact that she is 17 and posing scantily clad. I will say though that you all should thank me because she is a tub of cottage cheese!!! I digress... So I have an ongoing feud with her because she doesn't wear the required clothing (khakis) to work and I insist that she show up for her shifts. Meanwhile, one of the other managers takes her into one of the locker rooms and tells her she is "fucked up" and needs to stop stripping because soon it will lead to her turning tricks on the corner. Yet somehow I am the douche bag because I expect her to be in khakis and at work. Go figure.
I just love the logic of the "intellectual" teenager who cannot get along with the main members of her family or most authority figures in her life. Yeah sweetie, we are the assholes, not you. Boy, I only hope that I can sleep toni...... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
posted by Captain Icehole at 9:32 PM
1 Comments:
Sounds like there is some sexual tension between you two. You need to go in locker room 5 and work it out. Hehehehehehe.
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