Things may change. Just saying.

As you know, I recently attended the funeral of Dennis, one of my co-workers. While on the way back, after all was said and done, I ended up privy to some surprising information. Well, surprising not surprising, when you get right down to it.

Peg, who was driving us, had originally been placed in a different department: she was actually in Deli when she started with us back in 2015. Now, Deli is a lot like Food Court, where I had been assigned; both areas are plagued by high turnover rates, and both are incredibly physically demanding. Both are absolute cluster fucks, to be honest. In both departments, each day, you walked into work with a feeling of dread and the thought, “What sort of disaster awaits me today?” Yes, it really was that bad. But it seems that Deli was actually worse, because of the manager.

When Peg was back there, the manager was Val. Val was one of those women that I wanted nothing more than to avoid; she could be nice one minute, and tearing you a new one the next. There was something about her–I think it may have been her eyes–that tipped me off that she wasn’t trustworthy. Peg didn’t like her and quite frankly, neither did I, due to multiple run-ins with her. More about that later.

She was also abusive. Extremely abusive. Peg told us the extent of her abusive behavior.

Working in Deli at the same time as Peg was a young man named Parker. I knew about him and he seemed decent enough, just rather quiet. Maybe it was because he was so quiet. Maybe it was because he was so young. Or maybe he was just a random victim. It didn’t matter. Val went out of her way to make Parker’s life a living hell.

She tore into him with little provocation. She tried to encourage the rest of Deli to say disparaging things about him. (Peg refused.) One day, Val ripped into him so badly that when she asked Peg, “You think I was too hard on him?” Peg replied, “You were so bad that I wanted to cry for him.”

As you can imagine, Parker got the hell out of there. He found a different job. However, he could have easily gone to management and let them know what Val was doing; this was a very clear case of harassment and she should have been reprimanded, if not outright fired for this. She didn’t deserve to keep her job if she got her jollies treating an employee like utter garbage. But Parker never said anything, and everyone else was too afraid to speak up, lest they lose their jobs. It was a perfect shitstorm and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

But she’s not there anymore. Val transferred to Atlanta two years ago. She also hates being there.

Val doesn’t have the seniority she did at our warehouse. Even though she’s been there for a couple of years, she’s the low man on the totem pole and can’t throw her weight around like she could here. Basically, Val can’t stand it there because she can’t snap her fingers and force anyone to do whatever she wants.

I don’t feel bad for her in the least. She deserves it.

Val, the same woman who accused me of having “tunnel vision” because I couldn’t do five different jobs at once, the same woman who said it was my fault that our production hadn’t been done when our regional manager came in, the same woman who chewed me out in full view of our members, is now getting a little taste of her own medicine.

And she’s choking on it.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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