My store manager pisses me off sometimes. She's one of those conservative christians with a strong work ethic.. she'll slave us to death to make the store work right, and kiss the customer's asses while she kicks ours.
The trouble started with a new manager who was distracted by some guy in a wheelchair that needed her constant attention for some reason, she must have helped the guy for 40 minutes.
But because she refused to leave the guy, and she was the only manager there, the rest of the store had to wait for her. First the pharmacy's register was awaiting her code and no one could get their prescriptions paid for. So all the customers were coming up to the front, and there was only two cashiers, me and another guy. I had several customers complain and ask where the manager was.
Well, I was starting to get stressed out over the long ass lines we had, and then my register needed approval for a return, so I paged the manager. 5 minutes later, she still wasn't up there.
I went and looked for the manager, and found her helping the guy still. I asked her to leave him for a minute and help the rest of the store, but she refused, she didn't want to offend him. So I walked back up to the front of the store and there was a longer line.
I commented to the other cashier, rather angerly, that we should kick the wheelchair guy's ass out of the store for causing so much trouble. Some nosy bitch overheard me and said "What did you just say?"
Me: "I didn't say anything to you, it's not your concern. I was talking to the cashier here."
Her: "I heard you! You said you wanted to kick the ass of some guy in a wheelchair! You are an evil man!" She turns to the line and is like "Did you hear what this guy said?" Then turns to me. "You should not be saying those kinds of things in a store, mister! I want to talk to your manager!"
So I said "Take a number, it's going to be a while." But I paged the manager again. It took another 5-10 minutes for the manager to get up there, and she opened my register and talked to the customer.
Later on, my store manager called from her home. Seems the bitch lady had whined to her about what I had said, and the manager though I had threatened the guy in the wheelchair to his face. So she told me to go home and she'd talk to me later.
I haven't heard from them since. I think i've lost my job thanks to some whiny obnoxious fat bitch. Oh well, I'm going to prison anyway.. won't matter in the long run.