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This is a sighting that happened today after returning home from seeing mum.
You know, it's really a small world. While shopping at the Lowe's in Savannah, I ran into this lady who I'll call M. At one time I tried training M, and you may remember my horror stories of her. If you don't, allow me to quickly recap.
During training she wrote EVERYTHING down. She even took notes in the training class, and would refer back to them later. This would annoy even the nicest zone manager, when M would try to contradict what they said with her notes.
M had this very sing songy nasal voice. Wasn't her fault sure, but it still annoyed me.
She had this attitude of "I'm older than you, so your rank doesn't matter." Since I was younger than her, she'd ignore my orders as a Head Cashier and do what she wanted. She even went over my head once about this. (Manager had STERN words for her when he found out.)
So, as you can see, I grew to HATE M. I've never hated a person in my life, but I can honestly say I hated this woman with a passion. So imagine my shock when I ran into her.
Seeing M in the store sent me into full stealth mode. I really didn't want to deal with her at the time, and knew that if I wasn't careful she was going to say something to me. Since I hated her, and it was generally known when I "left" (translated was released) the company, I just figured I'd avoid any confrontation.
I failed.
As I was heading to check out, my plants in hand, I hear this really nasal voice that I thought I'd escaped.
M: Repsac!!! Oh Repsac!!!!
Inwardly and outwardly I cringed. It was one of those "Oh god no..." type of reactions. Turning I nodded at her before starting to check out. She was not deterred in the least. Tromping right up, she went on in that evil voice.
M: Repsac, I suppose you heard the news....
R: (Looking right at her. I walked into it.) "What news?"
M: Oh I just made the sales for the quarter. I won the car.
I peered at her a moment here. "The car?" I had to think and it took a bit for me to remember that the company would award a car (a cheap assed one too) to the person who made the most sales over a quarter every year. Sounds like a big deal, but they gave out some 200 of those things every year.
I must have stared a while, for she kept that simpering smile on her face and repeated:
M: You know. The car. They wrote about it in the company news letter, certainly you saw it.
At this point, I started to wonder if she was making fun of me, or was really that stupid. Stupid enough to not know that three years prior I had been (to put it mildly) sacked.
I was less than civil with her, though I don't regret it. Did apologize to the cashier checking me out though. Paying with my card, I turned to M while I waited.
R: M, tell me something. Why would I even care if you'd won "the car" as you keep putting it? I haven't worked for the company in years. That's like walking up to a total stranger and telling them you won an award for attendance from school. Do you want a little pat on the head, someone to tell you that you did a good job? Don't expect one from me. Like I said..." (at this point I picked up the part I had gone after) "I really could care less."
At this point I turned to the cashier, smiling some and apologized to her, before walking out of the store.
Even now, I have to wonder why she wanted to tell me that. As I said, it was common knowledge (she'd even asked me about it as I was cleaning out my locker) that I hated the woman.
You know, it's really a small world. While shopping at the Lowe's in Savannah, I ran into this lady who I'll call M. At one time I tried training M, and you may remember my horror stories of her. If you don't, allow me to quickly recap.
During training she wrote EVERYTHING down. She even took notes in the training class, and would refer back to them later. This would annoy even the nicest zone manager, when M would try to contradict what they said with her notes.
M had this very sing songy nasal voice. Wasn't her fault sure, but it still annoyed me.
She had this attitude of "I'm older than you, so your rank doesn't matter." Since I was younger than her, she'd ignore my orders as a Head Cashier and do what she wanted. She even went over my head once about this. (Manager had STERN words for her when he found out.)
So, as you can see, I grew to HATE M. I've never hated a person in my life, but I can honestly say I hated this woman with a passion. So imagine my shock when I ran into her.
Seeing M in the store sent me into full stealth mode. I really didn't want to deal with her at the time, and knew that if I wasn't careful she was going to say something to me. Since I hated her, and it was generally known when I "left" (translated was released) the company, I just figured I'd avoid any confrontation.
I failed.
As I was heading to check out, my plants in hand, I hear this really nasal voice that I thought I'd escaped.
M: Repsac!!! Oh Repsac!!!!
Inwardly and outwardly I cringed. It was one of those "Oh god no..." type of reactions. Turning I nodded at her before starting to check out. She was not deterred in the least. Tromping right up, she went on in that evil voice.
M: Repsac, I suppose you heard the news....
R: (Looking right at her. I walked into it.) "What news?"
M: Oh I just made the sales for the quarter. I won the car.
I peered at her a moment here. "The car?" I had to think and it took a bit for me to remember that the company would award a car (a cheap assed one too) to the person who made the most sales over a quarter every year. Sounds like a big deal, but they gave out some 200 of those things every year.
I must have stared a while, for she kept that simpering smile on her face and repeated:
M: You know. The car. They wrote about it in the company news letter, certainly you saw it.
At this point, I started to wonder if she was making fun of me, or was really that stupid. Stupid enough to not know that three years prior I had been (to put it mildly) sacked.
I was less than civil with her, though I don't regret it. Did apologize to the cashier checking me out though. Paying with my card, I turned to M while I waited.
R: M, tell me something. Why would I even care if you'd won "the car" as you keep putting it? I haven't worked for the company in years. That's like walking up to a total stranger and telling them you won an award for attendance from school. Do you want a little pat on the head, someone to tell you that you did a good job? Don't expect one from me. Like I said..." (at this point I picked up the part I had gone after) "I really could care less."
At this point I turned to the cashier, smiling some and apologized to her, before walking out of the store.
Even now, I have to wonder why she wanted to tell me that. As I said, it was common knowledge (she'd even asked me about it as I was cleaning out my locker) that I hated the woman.
How petty.
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