The Big D is undergoing massive changes!!!
TT, our beloved MENS manager is being transferred to a sister location. She was told
On Tuesday, had the opportunity to think about it until Friday and then SATURDAY was her last day. I was off this weekend (however NOT immune to texts from Mrs G..). You see TT’s predecessor is going to yet another sister store as an Ops manager. And NOTHING gets Mrs G’s goat as much as someone else being promoted to OPS manager before her. Not Good! NOT GOOD AT ALL!! I’m going to have to buckle my seatbelt and prepare for the worst! She’s gonna blow.
She ALREADY hates the NEW MENS manager. He doesn’t start till tomorrow. Mrs G is NOT going to be his friend!!! She’s A BITTER BETTY!!!!! He’s coming to our store from a smaller store and his business was 900,000 dollars at the smaller store. At our store he’s running an 8 million dollar business. I kinda feel bad for him already.
On Friday, in the midst of two customer issues, one frighteningly bizarre associate question and my own ear splitting headache I turn to see Mrs G coming at me.. “Starbucks. Now.” I wasn’t sure if she meant that she wanted me to go work there with her now or she wanted a coffee. Nonetheless I followed her. At which point, she started… “What’s going on with this company??! This is Insane!! INSANE!! INSANE!! How could that piece of shit get promoted to our store?? He’s running not even a million dollar business! I bet you TEN BUCKS PENELOPE that he’s a PLANT!! Sent here from corporate!! OH. MY. GOD! PENELOPE!!! I’m NEXT!!!” I SWEAR she was going to hyperventilate. I kinda panicked. Not gonna lie. Her XANAX were back in our office and I didn’t want to have to hit her over the head to chill out. So I just waited it out!!! It was like watching a tornado form and being powerless to stop it. I looked at her and I noticed her face was beat red, her hands were shaking and she was THIS close to a meltdown. I didn’t know what to do. She doesn’t want to be touched and she doesn’t respond to a hug so I kept walking. She said, quietly, “tell me I’m not next”. By this time, we were in line at Starbucks. I said, “mrs G, you aren’t next. There are three people ahead of us in line.” She looked at me, gave me the LOOK 😾 and said “I don’t ever find you amusing!”
Who was it who said, buckle up, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride???
It doesn’t work…. I’ve tried it.. I’ve tried picturing my toes in the sand… And that’s when it hit me… I’m going to get a pedicure.. So I battled 6 more inches of snow, unplowed roads and bitterly cold temps in order to feel warm towels on my tootsies and a new spring color on my nails!!!! Mission accomplished…
(Btw I HATE feet.. I do… But there’s something to be said for a pedicure on a Saturday away from the Big D)
Blue matches Lil Blue!!! Now, I’m imagining flip flops and shorts weather as I’m curled up with my book and my hot cocoa!!!!
I sent this VIA text to Mrs G today… NOTHING ..
She hasn’t responded yet to this one either:
Who KNEW it was this difficult to coordinate a kidney transplant??
So, bottom line is my uncle needs a kidney. I have two!!! Even though I was an ENGLISH major, I’m still liking those odds!!! THAT math works for me!! But, what DOESN’T work for me is the process!! The kidney coordinating process has not been easy!!!
First, he had one full day of testing, followed by 6 FULL, excruciating, anxiety ridden weeks waiting for word from the “board” if he was “accepted” as a receipt. (It’s like an exclusive club… Or college or something… I mean I was accepted into college with less wait and angst attached). We got the call WEDNESDAY night that yes, he’s been deemed a candidate!!! This means he goes on the list and anyone wishing to donate THEIR kidney to him calls a number to schedule testing. THURSDAY morning, I called the number. I spoke with a pleasant enough person who took my name, social, age, height and weight. (I asked if she wanted my drivers license weight or my real weight.. Turns out she wanted my real weight). She promptly told me a nurse would call
Me back. I waited. Phone in my hand. Walking on eggshells. 5 hours later, at 2pm, nothing. I couldn’t handle it. I called back. I was told that I should expect a call within 3 business days for my medical history and to schedule my blood and tissue test. But, that since I was already on the line she would take my medical history now. Thank GOD! Does NO ONE have a sense of urgency about this??? Leave it to an Italian nudge to move things along. I answered a litany of questions from.. Have you been exposed to hepatitis to have you been incarcerated in the last ten years?? (What about the 10 years before that???). I answered all questions and was told I could go for my blood and tissue test on Monday!!! Yay!!! MONDAY!! BUT, after that it takes 4 WEEKS to get the results!!!!! 4 WEEKS!! I watch NCIS!!! They get results in 45 minutes!!!! They’ve lied to me!!!! !!! 😹😂
So, step one: in the works. Once those results come back… I have two FULL days of back to back tests!!! (These tests determine my health as a donor) then, after that, surgery. Hopefully, before the end of the year 😁.
All kidding aside, the kidney donor nurses have been AMAZING and they’ve done a great job educating and helping me understand the process.
Here goes…. Fingers crossed I’m a match!!
I’m going to request a tummy tuck and a breast lift while surgery is happening!!! .. Who would KNOW?? I’m UNDER anyway…
I’ve hired a few new people … Mostly recruited from Saks… and I’m not ashamed to say I’m competitive. I like to win. I can offer better pay, better working environment and stability. Plus, I wanna take market share from Saks, and this is the way to do it!!! ;). I’m
A little nervous though every time I introduce a new person to Mrs G and to be honest I feel
Like this SHOULD be the sign on our office door:
I have to keep them protected from her crazy.
Tonight at work I receive a call from a junior’s associate because she would like permission to discount a dress for a customer due to a damaged button. I said yes, give her a 10% discount. Silence. Hello??? A small voice says.. “How do I figure out how much 10% is”.
Is this the new math???