So I met a 'dark chocolate' bitch yesterday at work. She's a full timer working at the shop and serving her last day at work.
I'm known to be great helper to them, but yet she said I'm not helping her. I think she'll simply crazy. I was doing something every single moment. However, she picked on me on every single thing I did! She even questioned my professional knowledge. Really crazy! Also, mentioned that I followed her working style. In my heart, I was like...'what damn working style is that? leave one task uncompleted and jump to another task. than after that make mistakes?' She made two mistakes in a row. She did not return the credit card to two consecutive customers! DOT~! There are more incidents which she barked at me about... but then......shall not talk about it already.
I'm already not happy with her the moment I started work. I wanted very much to leave the shop. BUT! I told myself that I shall not be childish. I shall be professional and tolerate her for the day. BUT!! that crazy bitch yelled at me at the counter!!!!!!!!!! and there were customers around! Is she trying to throw her weights?! she thought I'll be afraid of her? she must be naive if she really thinks so. So if you know me well.... I'm sure to be fierce back! So I did. I told her...'if you wanna quarrel, let's go to the storeroom to quarrel!" so i think she chickened out and tried to change the topic. Simply so dot~!
After she yelled at me, I really cannot take it anymore! So I left the store at my own accord~! Although I'm only an part-timer, she's the one that cannot live without me....not the other way.
So the aftermath of the quarrel was quite quiet. Just that it made me quite irrational. I decided not to go to the class gathering. I bought a card holder on impulse. the card holder is not exceptionally expensive but then I think that's not the most ideally for my needs. I'd been looking for a card holder to replace my yellowish one from wallet shop for many many years, yet I made the decision to but the new card holder in a few minutes.
The moral of the story is...Angry women are irrational!
ps: I forgotten to publish this post which I wrote since Tuesday.
