Crap & More Crap
In case you haven't heard the news....I love my job! I'm not being facetious...or any other "tious"...I really do love my job. Don't go thinking that my fugly-plastic-ain't-ever-gonna-have-sex-again-glasses have suddenly developed rose colored lenses, they haven't. I'm quite aware that my job is not perfect. The job itself has lots of challenges....if it didn't I'd be bored outta my thick skull.
I have to be reeeeeeallllyyyyyy careful what I say here. Being Dooced is not on my list of things to do before I die. Someday I'll share my list with y'all.....after I've actually written it down, of course. Anyway....my job....after I was out of training and OJT (that's when you're on "the floor" taking calls with a babysitter [they call them trainers & floor-walkers] looking over your shoulder making sure you aren't giving Mr. Big Spender/Little Bill Payer a $50,000 credit limit increase)....so, out of OJT I started seeing a gal around that looked familiar to me. I couldn't place where I knew her from.....until.....until the day she stopped by my cubie to talk to me about this HUGE ASS BOO BOO I'd been making for like....well.....ever since they allowed me to talk to someone on the phone that wasn't a bank associate. We're talking about balance transfers here, people. Yeah....got a call from a really nice guy questioning why the bank was sending him a letter saying, "You can't transfer one BofA product to another BofA product".....he went on to ask if BofA had merged with Wells Fargo.....nope, we sure haven't! With much disgust I hunted through the notes to discover who would mess up such a simple thing as a balance transfer......you got it....ME!!! Holy Mother Pheasant Plucker! Talk about a dumbass! After realizing my error.....well, after being shown the error of my ways by our faithful babysitters.....I sent an email to my manager telling her about the dummy they hired. She cautioned me that I would be continuously "coached" on this. Coaching is actually pretty cool....it's all about learning from your mistakes. So....this gal that looks familiar to me is "coaching" me. She's like the 3rd one in 2 days.....when I make a mistake, I make a DOOZY!!! But, let me just say in my defense.....I'm consistent! So....she's "coaching" and I'm sitting there trying to figure out where I know this gal from.....BAM!!! It hits me......I met her and her brother when they started coming out to the gay bars in town years and years and ages ago.
My eyes must have shown that I was so not listening to her....I broke into her "spiel" and asked her if she had a brother. Yep...she does. I then reminded her that we knew each other back in the day. Back in the day when she was pretending to be gay....you heard me...she was PRETENDING to be gay so that she would fit in at the gay bars! Also....she stole from me. Yes....again, you heard me correctly....she STOLE from me. She worked at a film processing store....I went on a weekend get away with a good friend....a good gay guy friend that she was wanting all to herself. So...he took my film into her place to be processed and she kept it all. All 4 rolls. She told him to tell me that they were ruined....him being the catty queen that he was told me the truth.....I think he wanted to see the Wrath of Kat descend upon her blonde vacant head.
Not only is she a co-worker....she's a manager! I think she's remembering that we did not part company on good terms....she pretty much avoids me. I'm not complaining....I have NO use for thieves. Steal from me and there's NO second chances. Nada...zip....zero...uh-uh...No way! Bye bye.
Ok...that's it for this story....I'm over it and her.
C-y'all next week! I'll be on vacation...you'll probably hearing lots from me!