Because payroll? Uuuuuugh. Worst. day. ever. Far worse than the day Gwen demoted me, even. I had a location manager absolutely lay into me. He was rude, downright abusive. I can guaran-fucking-tee that if I had spoken that way to the lowliest of his employees I would be on the street posthaste.
The irony is that I was in the middle of trying to fix his restaurant’s payroll. Jerk. JERK. We had a hard deadline (as in “transmit before then or no one gets paid!”) and still he wanted to bitch about our new payroll software and how horrrrrrible it is. I finally said, “If I don’t finish fixing your payroll RIGHT NOW none of us get paid!” and he finally backed the fuck off.
After that I was shaking, I was so angry. I’d managed to not burst into tears on the phone but they were right there waiting for me to get the hell away from other people. I wanted to go into our warehouse and scream obscenities but I realized that our Chairman was on the other side of the wall and maybe he did not want to hear me shout words like those. So I went outside and walked behind the building where I let out, in a mighty roar, a particularly ugly two word phrase ending in “it.”
Anyway, I could go on but I won’t. Gwen wants to confront the manager who spoke to me this way but I really don’t want to. I don’t think I was in the wrong in any real way, I know I didn’t deserve the ugly way he approached his topic but I just want to get on with my life. It’s not like there’s going to be any major change – they’d never fire him for giving hell to the payroll clerk.
(In case anyone cares, my vulgar detour only lasted a couple of minutes and then I went inside and fixed that jerk’s payroll and transmitted so we all get paid. Hooray!)
(On the bright side, I did not chuck my office key at Gwen – the preferred method of quitting a job at my company – although it was tempting).