6:38 am - woke up realizing I have to be at work in 22 min and I live 14 miles away! I grab my clothes, brush my teeth, and attempt to put some make up on while driving 60mph on Camelback Road.
7:00:27- clock in 27 seconds late... not bad!
7:04 - i get told our District manager is coming in because she wants to check up on our store. (she is the epitome of a power hungary woman who feels the need to micromanage everything to prove that "she can do it just like a man.") so naturally I'm annoyed, still asleep, and not looking forward to what the morning has in store
7:25 ish - putting away some of the daily order and "rrrrriiipppp!!!!" yes that is the sound of my pants..... the ripped. a lot. all along the inseam and along my butt cheek. a swear word that sounds a lot like "shit" came out of my mouth. Well being me, I laugh a lot, and tell all of my co-workers and as usual we all get a great laugh out of it. I suppose this is what happens when I don't buy new work clothes after 2 1/2 years! luckily the rip (though very large) does not quite show my actual butt, unless I walk or bend in any direction. I can't go home, so I just shuffle around trying to not flash any of our customers.
8:15 - DM from hell arrives.
8:30 ish - she notices the huge tears in the armpit of my shirt (like I said I don't buy work clothes) she tells me that I need to but a new shirt and that I need to wash my pants because they are too dirty. (I sound a bit like a homeless person at this point in time). the conversation that proceeds looks a bit like this:
DM: wow you should probably buy a new work shirt that one looks like it has holes in it.
ME: (DUH THERE OBVIOUSLY IS A HOLE IN IT YOU IDIOT!!!) - "Ya, I am poor and buying work clothes haven't been a priority. hahaha"
DM: before your next shift I hope to see you in a new shirt.
ME: silent, and making about 15 drinks at this point because we are in the middle of our rush.
DM: oh and make sure you wash your pants they have some spills around the bottom of them...
ME: I am throwing them away when I get home so I won't have to worry about that!
DM: why?
Me: They ripped this morning when I got to work
DM (horrified and a bit confused) where is the rip? (now checking me out)
Me: (laughing at this point) my inseam and butt
DM: that is against dress code and a health voilation
Me: good thing the heath department isn't here today then!
DM: (not laughing) this is serious
Me: (not laughing) I'm sorry I wasn't planning on ripping my pants open I guess I shouldn't have eaten that croissant this morning!
DM: (still not cracking a smile) when do you leave?
Me: 11:30 (its about 9:30 at this point)
DM: why did you rip your pants?
Me: it obviously wasn't something I intended to do
DM: I'm going to tell Bill (my store manager) to make sure you don't work with those pants on again
Me: Why would I want to?
DM: leave early and go get new pants
Me: I live 20 min away and I don't have another pair, and we are busy.
DM: fine. but I'm going to notify Bill
......she walks away......
I must say, after she left all of the girls I was working with got quite the kick out of it, but unfortunately my manager did not! I guess she thought it was a joke I was playing on her...
PERFECT!!! I just love that my pants rip and somehow this turns into a practical joke.
Man, it is so hard sometimes to just be able to love people the way Jesus would... I really just think she is a crazy person and trying to treat her like human being became very difficult!
well that was my morning... good times
Love this post. Especially how you ended it with wondering how in the world would Jesus LOVE someone like this. I think this daily!
ReplyDeleteYou handled it with humor and hopefully God will handle her one day and put her in a situation where she comes down off her high horse. haha
Jordan's mom.....Julia
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