||[Sep. 7th, 2004|11:54 pm]
|||||i don't really know||]|
k. i went to the gap in merr. today to talk to them about getting transfered out there. what a fucking hastle. i really don't care anymore if i get transfered or not. oh my fuck. here was the conversation.
Gap Manager: "well why do you want to get transfered".
Danae: "the people i work with right now treat me like i'm a piece of shit"
GM: "oh. what do they do to you?"
Danae: "well, one day this girl told me i should go home and kill myself. and i remember a few days ago one of my managers grabbed my arm and started screaming at me in front of a customer because i wasn't looking at her when she was talking to me"
GM: "well, i think you should talk to your manager first and see if you can work things out"
Danae: "if this isn't enough to get transfered, i do have more"
GM: "ok...what else has happened?"
Danae: "the head of the stock room started swearing at me because a cart was in his way, when it wasn't even my cart to begin with. then he told me that i should just go home so my "daddy" could buy me a new cell phone. i'm not really sure what cell phones had to do with any of this, but apparently it was important for him to mention them."
GM: "ok. well i still think that you should go and talk to your manager before you make your final decision about transferring."
ok. i really give up. i'm not sure what the fucking gap employees and managers want out of me. they seem to be really retarded. could work get any better? i submit that it cannot.