Well its official, I handed in my two weeks notice this morning. I literally went directly home after my shift last night and typed it up and placed it next to my things so I wouldn't forget it in the morning. Last night was an amazing example of how not to be a manager. My boss, Delano White, who will hence forth be referred to as BFCBDB, or Big Fat Cry-Baby Douche Bag, had him self all worked up into a frenzy last night. And of course, he decided to take it out on me. The shop had been pretty busy for the past few hours, and he has us scheduled to all work by ourselves, so to get a few minutes is a nice break. I used this time productively (after cleaning tables and espresso cups and blah blah) to open up a paper that I had been working on earlier. Now, when a paper is assigned on Friday and is due on Monday, and I am working all day an then til close on both Saturday and Sunday night, I don't have much alternative but to at least start a paper or do some work on it while at work in my free time. He had just come from a booth on campus promoting the store, handed me a ton of HIS mess to clean up, after which he noticed that the paper was up on the screen. This apparently was unacceptable to BFCBDB. He went off about me being online, to which I replied I wasn't, and that I was working on a paper that I have due on Monday. BFCBDB must have thought that this was some kind of sarcastic remark or snide comment, because this set him off, in front of customers. And he kept repeating "Whatever man, just keep doin what yer doin, whatever man." He was so loud and so obnoxious about the entire thing that it prompted not 1, but THREE customers to come up to me after he left and say things like "whatever, you're like the best one here". I then went about the rest of whatever, and on his way out I asked if I could speak to him in back. Amazing that I care more about appearances in front of customers than he does, and he owns the damn place. I then tried to talk to him like an adult, saying that "Working here used to be a very enjoyable experience, but over the past few months it has gotten worse and worse. I am unsure of what the change has been but..." What followed was a temper tantrum the likes of which I have never seen anyone past the age of eight throw. Including a that "whatever man, I left a salad out earlier just to see what you would do, and you left it there for 20 minutes!" I tried to reply with, "Well BFCBDB, that salad was still 3/4 full, with a fork in it, and you were walking around watching the football game. I'm not really in the habit of taking food away from people who are still eating it. Nor did I really expect my boss to deliberately leave a mess out there so I would clean up after him. I assumed that you were still eating it." And I didn't manage to get a single word in after that. Now, had he left, I could understand, if it was a customer, I would understand. But no part of the event should have resulted in me instinctively knowing to clean up after him. He ranted and raved and cried for a little while longer until I eventually gave up trying to get a point across. I then did a semi shitty close because he convinced me that I didn't really want to work here much longer. As if that wasn't bad enough when I handed in my two weeks notice this morning, he said "Ya, Ok, Whatever" and then folded it up and threw it in the trash. Simply amazing. If I wanted to work with children I would have gotten a job at a daycare center. But because of certain laws and certain things I may or may not have done, I can't (to you non-regular readers yes, that is a joke). So I now officially need a new job, and have only 2 weeks to find it. Please people, help me out here. If yer ever in Detroit and happen to walk by Beans & Bytes and have a couple eggs or spoiled milk handy, feel free to throw them at the window, and let BFCBDB know what an asshole you think he is.
