More tales from the Bay

Store 5 0h hell no was visited today, and lets just say it didn't go so well. The Store Manager scheduled herself to arrive after the fact, and her store was in complete disarray. She thought it looked nice. Sure it looked nice. Underneath the miles of dust bunnies, mud-stained floors, and smudged mirrors and glass, the store may have looked mediocre. Oh wait, no it wouldn't have. The store was a hot mess. If we were running a Ross or a TJ MAXX, it probably would have received an "A" grade, but this production was completely unacceptable.

Suzy, the Manager, stood behind a counter and watched with her eyes of wrath as the Director of Stores picked apart her store. "This is tewwible. I need pwoof that we going to make the gwade" he bellowed in his not so easy to understand diction.

I motioned for Suzy to join us, and perhaps take some notes, but she declined. She knows it all. She used to run $21 million stores. She makes sure she reminds me of this every time I see her. I wanted to ask her where she ran her $21 million store? Into the ground? She has the personality of a corpse, and she's just about as stiff as one too.

She actually was offended because I accused her of not being prepared for her visit. "My store looks nice," she said.

I wanted to ram her in the urethra with the hangers that she left all over the floor from the night before. My luck, they'd all fit, and the company would be out of hangers again.

Until next time....