I thought when Pam had transferred back to her old warehouse, the doors would be quieter. I was wrong: Nature truly does abhor a vacuum and now we have something even worse.
A psycho hose beast.
We have a hose beast on our hands. Her name is Kim.
Now, most of you remember that she’s been trying to start up a little of garbage; she’s been gleefully stirring the shit pot constantly. She’s gone after Mary, tried to get Brenda in trouble and has done her damnedest to drag me through the mud. But now she’s gone seriously far, even for her.
Over the weekend, Maddie, one of the supervisors, stopped by the door and asked how things were going. Was everyone getting their breaks? Had there been any problems? Were things going well? That sort of thing. Well, she asked Kim. Kim said that everything was fine, no worries. So, Maddie went back to the Front End, not thinking much about it.
Then things went straight to shit.
It was twenty minutes later that Maddie was yanked into the office and told she wasn’t handling Member Service well. She was quite literally reamed out by management over this. She was stunned, as Maddie had only spoken to Kim about the situation.
Guess who ran to management?
You got it: it was Kim. She’s absolutely psychotic, to put it gently. She’s a psycho hose beast. She wants things run her way and her way only and she doesn’t care who she screws over to get what she wants. It’s ridiculous.
For most of the weekend, I was assisting at the Front End. I might start requesting to stay there; I don’t trust Kim and her bullshit, thanks. I’ve had enough knives driven into the space between my shoulder blades.
Iacon East 