I met someone very disagreeable yesterday, on the subway. So let me tell you more about my commute;
I wake up around 5:30, 6:00, get coffee maybe and get to the train station by 7 ish, for my train. The train ride into the city is maybe an hour and a half. It takes another half an hour for me to get to the subway, get on it, ride to my stop, and make it to work. It adds up to be almost exactly two hours each way. Every day.
After work I just do it all again but backwards. I commute a part-time job on top of my full time one. Which is fine due to how much money I make.
Anyway, on my way home yesterday I got on a train but it's destination changed two stops before mine, and everyone had to get off. I assumed something was wrong with the train or it was time for a break for the driver and it was impromptu, or someone had called out of work or something. I'd never seen it happen before but stuff happens.
So we got off the train and waited at that stop for the next one, which arrived maybe 30 seconds later. No big deal, right?
Behind me, a middle-aged woman with lots of bags and badly applied makeup (who may have been a dude) started talking – to no one in particular – about “I don't get why they do that. Why board us and then make us get off again? So ridiculous.” I figured she might be expecting a response, and she continued babbling until I said, “Something probably went wrong with the train.”
“No,” she snapped at me, “they do this all the time, they board us then make us get off. Like, ugh.”
Ok. I just turned away. It was no big deal. She'd been on a train to the rail station – no trains were leaving soon, she was in no rush.
Some people just like to complain.
A day later:
I'm on the train at the moment headed home – a very large ugly woman sat in the three-seater diagonal to myself, and put her bags up as if to say I have this seat and it is mine. I hate fat people who do that.
Anyway a woman I think I recognize was walking down the aisle and couldn't find a seat, so she turned and gestured to the seat next to the fat woman. The fat woman made a big huff, rolled her eyes, made a huge point of acting like it was a ton of effort to move her bags, thumped out into the aisle and let the other woman past.
It was gross to watch. What the fuck is your problem. You're taking up three seats fatass. The only way anyone will like you ever is if you at least act apologetic – like you wish you didn't have to take up three seats.
My heart was pounding already when the other woman said sweetly, “I know... it looks like it's a seat for one person but ... it's actually three.”
I thought the fatass would stab someone. But she didn't because she's a fatass I guess.
I'm also not very nice.
I met the District Manager today at work. He stopped by for a visit. I'm the ASM, so without the SM in the store I was in charge. I didn't realize it at the time, but he didn't know who I was until I mentioned being the ASM. After that he was a bit different, but I'm glad I got to see what he was like when he thought I was no one very special.
Anyway that was fun. He took up a lot of our time for other projects but I'm glad we talked. He's young for a DM, like early thirties. Super gay, boyfriend from Argentina(?) I think. Crazy chill. Awesome, smart guy.
So I come from companies where not taking a break is like a big no no. This company apparently isn't like that – my keyholder didn't take a break and he didn't seem to mind. I mind, because we A) don't have the hours for people to not take breaks and B) the law and C) I told you to take a break. And you didnt. I don't like that very much. I'd never work with my boss and just ignore her directive to take a break.
UPDATE!
The fatass got off the train and I mouthed “What the fuck?” to the other woman, who just cackled and said “Thank you for that exclamation.” And is now 100% texting someone about what I said and looking over at me and smiling every few seconds in amusement ^–^
Anyway – a bit later she asked if she could stick around for another hour or so. I texted my boss to ask if that was okay because I did want her help, and she said yes. But still no break. I mean, this is grey area though, sure, so whatever.
Then when five comes around she goes, “I'm just going to clock out and stay and help.”
....?
I told her that that was probably not okay to do and she's like well no one will know.
I texted my boss about it and now they'll both know I was the one who told.
Ughhh can't everyone just do what is legal?? Why does this girl think that's acceptable?? Our business could get sued to high heaven if there's video evidence of her staying later after clocking out. It's 100% not okay.
My day started off great and turned super stressful.
Headed home now though. Day off tomorrow! Going to look at an apartment with my boyfriend in the morning.
Thanks for the support by the way. I love getting to write and feel like maybe someone out there is amused or learning something.
Next post we talk about fat shaming!! <3