I Got Me A Stalker

You know I think that I am a pretty fair person.

I give chance after chance after chance.

But there comes a time when I say fuck it, throw my hands in the air and enough.

That time has come with the bitch known as Karen.

Apparently she is once more all up in my business.

This time she is watching when I leave. ⏰⏰⏰

Given that I take my breaks after everyone else so they are never short and besides I love late breaks, I never take my last coffee break.

Also I am the type of person that would rather keep going and get the vast majority of my orders done before my first break.

This way I can help out facing in the grocery section.

Because of the late breaks I have not been taking my last coffee and leaving at 4:45.

Karen went whining about it to K  yesterday about how it was unfair that I got to leave 15 minutes every day.

Maybe she would like to leave 15 minutes early too. ⏰⏰⏰

Quack quack. 🦆🦆🦆

One: I do not take breaks every two hours like clockwork. No matter what. No matter how busy. She will shut down if jumping on till or call to find out when her break is because the person doing breaks (me) was 2 seconds late.

I was standing right behind her when she made that call.

When she was done I smiled and informed her that I had been a little late going for lunch as I had a $400 order to ring through.

Two: I don’t gossip. I most definitely do not go around repeating gossip. Stirring the pot. I don’t try to find out every little thing. I admit that one I have worked on a lot. If they are talking about me so be it. I know who my boss is and it ain’t her that is for sure.

Three: I am not petty. Well maybe I am a little. Okay a lot. I am no longer talking to her. She tried to talk to me yesterday and I pretended that I was concentrating on my list and did not hear her. Today too, I ignored her. But let me tell you why she even was near me.

Yesterday K came to me and asked me what would be better for my arm/shoulder cashing all day or facing.

I decided that I would like to face and K covered the second half of my shift so I could.

I was paged to the front several times for things that made me go huh?

The last time I was paged I went to the front and said to the supervisor I was not available.

S: Well I had to let so and so go home. I am short a cashier.

Me: You are going to have to talk to the manager.

I walked away.

I heard her page the manager and that was the end of that.

Or so I thought.

Suddenly here comes Karen who has no reason to be coming down where I was working.

She wanted to know what I was doing because the supervisor had been told she was not allowed to use me.

She stalked me stocking. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I am sorry.

When I allowed myself to be angry yesterday I mentioned to K that if Karen asked why I was there until 5 I was going to mention something about a whiney twat.

And that I was plotting to get back at her.

K told me that I would be better served in being the bigger person.

Of course she is right. ☺☺☺

However this is how I can get around the twit who watches my clock:

-I can go out the backdoor where I take out my orders.

-I will take my last 15 minute coffee at 4:45. Staying in the store. Shopping. Wandering around.

I am not leaving early. 👼👼👼

So while being the bigger person I still get to piss her off.  😁😁😁

Win Win for me. 😉

©Dec. 4/21

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