i am in the throes of a coup created by moi. just thought i'd throw a little french in there for fun. yep, i am trying to rid the starbucks world of my manager. to put it simply, she is a beeotch. i'm sure that is not how you spell that, if that word does have an actually spelling. however, that it is how i will spell it. it kind of looks like crotch, which is where i would like to kick her. so sorry to get all violent here, but she brings out the cranky in me.
so a couple of weeks ago, i instituted part deux(that's two, for my american friends) of my sinister plan. cue evil laughter. muuuaaah. i phoned up the dudes at hr (human resources). last year, at about this time, phase one was in effect, really to no effect. well, obviously as she is still the manager at my store. last year a totally different route was chosen...we talked to the district manager. she did squat all in my opinion. so i figured, let's bring in the big guns. so far so good. she's not fired yet. or even transferred outta here. but at least there are some things, some actions in the works.
unfortunately she is aware that a move has been made. i'm not too sure that she knows it was started by me. i don't really care if she finds out. i was speaking for the people, not purely for myself. the majority of the people i work with are afraid of her. someone had to do something.
anyway. she's turned into a stepford woman. i have not seen that movie, but i understand that the premise is that there are these 'perfect' women, who are really robots or something. well my manager is certainly not perfect, and she ain't no 'bot. but she is currently fake-o to the max and attmepting at every turn to kiss my ass. it's rather pitiful. "oh cara, did you need this day off?" "did you want to get off early?" "i think you are doing a fabulous job training the new partners." (this from someone who is the queen of negativity.) "your hair looks so nice this morning!" (my favorite so far, as i had slept with my hair in a pony tail and had not touched it since. speaking of pony tails. if ponies talked to themselves, would they call their pony tails, human tails? on another side note, do other people have a hard time not taking things literally? for example, today, a lady asked me to 'hold the whip' on her mocha. what do you think popped into my head? me standing there holding a handful of whipped cream. )
phony nice manager is almost as sickening as permanent pmsy manager. i hope this gets resolved soon.