Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Snappy Goes to Work

I've decided I don't like our main manager at work. We'll call her Stacey, since that's her name. The other day I showed up to work early so I could eat some food before my shift started. It was busy when I walked in, and she said to me, "Oh, good, you're here. We just sat [sic] you." I've mentioned before that when I get hungry, I turn into Grouchy Smurf and just walk around silently hating things. So I just went over and clocked in and waited on my stupid tables. A while later I went to charge the credit card for my table, but in my cloud of cantankerousness I accidentally charged the wrong table. I had to go ask stupid fake green smiley Stacey to fix it for me. She was standing with Alecia, my sassy black manager.

"Stacey, I charged the wrong credit card. Could you fix it for me please?"

She gave me a disapproving smile. "Well, why'd you do that?"

I was so annoyed. I threw my hands up in the air. "Oh, I just thought it would be FUN to charge the wrong table! You know, just to change things up!"

She didn't know how to respond. "Let's just get this fixed for you," she said automatically.

A moment later we were standing at the computer, and I could see that the wheels were turning in her head. She clearly felt she'd been defeated, and I steeled myself for a second wave of the underhanded attack. She looked at me and said with a smile, "When you make this kind of mistake it charges the wrong amount to their card, and then I have to fix it."

I said, "I know," with a bit of an attitude.

"Well, I'm just telling you because this isn't okay!" she said, and laughed a bit.

"If it isn't okay," I said with mock chipperness, "then why are you smiling and laughing :) ?"

She fixed the credit card charge and didn't really say anything else after that.

I was worried later that I had pissed off the wrong person. A little while after that Alecia came up to me and told me that she loved me for having said what everyone else always wants to. Things are great at work now, and Stacey is going away.

Man, I love my job. I have another story about Snappy at work, but I am starving right now, and I'm too grouchy to tell it. Maybe tomorrow. I saw Supersize me last night, so now I've decided to not eat fast food any more. The problem is that I don't have any clue what else there is to eat, really. I'm screwed. I'm so hungry. The Blag Meister is cooking me some Rice-a-Roni right now. I can't wait.

4 comments:

Given said...

Can I just say how much I love sassy, fat, black women? I love them, really I do.

VenerableRyo said...

Oh for crying out loud. Why do managers do that? It's not like you made the mistake on purpose because you're too stupid to know better! That's why we call it a mistake.

Do you suppose that managers will ever figure out that if their employees like them, they're much more likely to do what you ask, and without being told?

Maybe not. But it makes for a nice fantasy. Let's just hope that your manager and my manager that I was arguing with last week get stuck at their next jobs together. They sound perfect for each other.

Trueblat said...

I have a confession to make. I laugh at the good, bad, and ugly. It's just the way I deal with everything. Somebody can ask me, "How's it going?" and I can say terrible and laugh about it. My brother has gotten pretty annoyed with me, and I have gotten on a couple of people's nerves before. Although I don't think I'd try to reprimand somebody for something that doesn't matter and laugh about it.

bawb said...

Way to be. So annoying.