The New Guy.
So I met the new District Manager at work today… He is a short little Mexican man (who doesn’t even speak Spanish) with something to prove. He was rude-ish when introducing himself as if I were a mere employee who should be so lucky to have the pleasure of his time and not a fellow manager. He tried to intimidate the surrounding employees as the Alpha Male of a wolf pack might- the lack of smiling, the staring down, the intense intimidation vibes being put out by him- except, it was more like watching a chihuahua do it.
He proceeded to let me know he wanted to chat in private later when I had a minute. I said that was fine, smiled sweetly and went on with my business, in my head thinking that he didn’t frighten me one bit and I would go about doing my usual stuff around him. I have nothing to prove. Not to him, not to anyone. I am a good hard worker, a good person, I have good ethics and morals in and out of work. Take it, Leave it, or Shove it down your throat.
So he proceeds to ask me interview style questions. What I like and dislike about my job, my work background… blah dee blah blah… but when I would begin to answer some of these questions, he would cut me off. Rude, rude rude. “Why the eff did you even ask me a-hole?”
I let him know of my intentions to transfer. I told him the decision to let me was approved by his superior (which is true- although no date in motion yet). He didn’t seemed thrilled about it- not one bit. But I was honest, as is all I can be…
Then I worked from 10am til 8pm…
I need a new job.
