That's so true. I once fought an epic battle with a district manager in a shitty retail job who was going to force us all to wear nametags. This was a store located downtown (i.e. lots of random weirdos) and 90% of the employees were twenty something women who were pretty cute. He couldn't understand why we wouldn't want our names on our tits for all the world to harrass us with. Sure enough, within a week of his policy (which I ignored) three girls had repeat stalkers.
My supervisor kept scheduling me on days when the district manager wasn't there, because I'd follow the DM around giving him a running piece of my mind, and my super didn't want me fired. Eventually I was laid off anyway.
That was a longer story than it had to be. Heh, Harpers. I'll keep reaching for that rainbow.
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on 2007-04-04 01:18 am (UTC)My supervisor kept scheduling me on days when the district manager wasn't there, because I'd follow the DM around giving him a running piece of my mind, and my super didn't want me fired. Eventually I was laid off anyway.
That was a longer story than it had to be. Heh, Harpers. I'll keep reaching for that rainbow.