
Originally Posted by
Interpol
I quit my job tonight, OMG. I wasn't planning on quitting tonight, but because of the circumstances, I kind of had to do it.
This week is inventory prep, which officially happens on Sunday. We had the visual manager from another store in tonight (because we don't have one, yet). His name is Paul and he kind of looks like the fat guy that won the first season of Project Runway, and he is absolutely flaming gay. I was in the back moving shit around and straightening eeverything up, when he comes into the back to say goodbye... or so I thought. Instead, he hands me a card with his name, phone number and e-mail address on it and says "Call me, cutie, or I'll just get you fired," and walks away. I've worked with this guy before, so I knew he was dead serious (he has enough influence over my managers to be able to get me fired, too). I went to tell my manager on duty, Kelly, about this and she laughs and says "Are you joking? Paul would never say that!"
What the fuck. Why would anyone lie to their manager about another manager blackmailing them? I tried to convince her about it, and she got really serious and says, "Eirikur. Stop talking about this, you're just going to get yourself in trouble if you don't leave me alone right now."
So I said fuck off and told her I quit. I work with a bunch of idiots, but god damn.
This also happened just after we found two used condoms in the bathrooms. One in the mens and one in the womens. Who the hell does that, jesus.
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