"Strange things are happening at the "Grocery Bag"..."

[matrixrefugee]

Not the real name of the store where I work, and apologies for the mangled paraphrase of a quote from "Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure".

Thankfully it was the Major's day off, so I had a reprieve from his obnoxiousness for one day. I just have to put up with him the rest of the week.

More delights from him: He's doing away with the notebook we were jotting down our requests for days off. If we want a day off, we have to go directly to him and ask him. I don't even like talking to this jerk since he consistently talks down to me, like I'm a teenager, when for God's sake I'm turning freakin' *30* in five days, dangit!.

Also, he's been grilling people on what they're doing on their days off when they consistently turn down his demands that they come in on said days off. I'm looking for a few good suggestions for things to say to this guy in the event that he tries getting me over a barrel like this.

In better news -- well, funnier anyway... we don't what was going on, but about two this afternoon, two guys in their late teens/early twenties pulled up in front of the building in a convertible with the top down, took a big blanket out of the back seat of the car, spread the blanket on the ground and then started *dancing* on the blanket for about three or four minutes. Long enough for everyone in the front end to turn and stare at them, through the window. Then they picked up the blanket, tossed it back into the car, got in the front seat and sped away. We're not sure what that was about. If this was September, I'd think it was some sort of bizarre initiation ritual for a fraternity at one of the local colleges.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

OWCH! All right, this bloke is stepping *way* over the line. What you do on your own time is your own business and he has absolutely no right to ask. Actually, I think it might even be construed as harassment, although I'm not sure of the legalities. Does your store have an employee hotline/ethics number you could ring, or do you at least know who *his* superior is?
Cal just asked if you'd like him "taken care of" as a birthday present.
~Ruby

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

Tell Cal it couldn't please me more. If he ever does pull this on me, I *will* call the corporate main office and give them an earful. With luck, he'll get demoted to graveyard shift janitor work at the store in the "Acre" district in Lowell... which they have to close at 7 or 8 in the evening because of the horrendous crime rate in that area.