Okay, I don’t hate my job, but two of my coworkers are so annoying I want to kill them repeatedly. I work at a Lenscrafters, FYI.
Mr. Magoo is an older, totally out-of-it optician who looms over you. You’ll be with a customer and he’ll stand a few feet away from you the WHOLE TIME. You’ll be sitting around wasting time and daydreaming and he’ll come stand right behind you and LOOM. He makes all kinds of mistakes and because he insists on hanging on to people he’ll interrupt me to say something or do something to “help” which ends up creating more work for me because whatever he says or does is invariably wrong and messes up the order/computer/paperwork/etc.
Mr. Magoo has been in the business for nay on 20 years now. He will never, ever get a clue. And even though I’ve only been there for 6 months the manager has to ask me to come in or will rely on me to do closing money counts and paperwork because Mr. Magoo is brainless and screws it up every time.
We also have a new student optician that I’ll call Eyelash McHair. She has some intelligence and part of her ditziness is caused by younger age (she’s one of those 19 year olds who acts much like the stereotype…“Zomg my hair and I only have a few hundred to spend on clothes and the bar this week! And these fake eyelashes aren’t as good as my last fake eyelashes wahh”).
However, sometimes she is marvelously stupid. She had a really good sale the other day and the manager gave her a Bingo lottery ticket (every week they check out a sale we’ve done to make sure all the proper questions were asked, etc…if you did well you get a little something).
Eyelash had no idea how to do it. She scratched everything and then had no idea what to do. No idea how to look at things like “G 21” and cross off the space 21 under G.
Mr. Magoo was there too and between the two of them they got even more confused.
I had to actually circle everything she’d got on the bingo ticket and explain to her what she had and how much she’d won ($2).
Also, today when I was leaving I grabbed my big work purse/tote and was putting stuff in it. She came up to me and said “Ooh, is that cover up?”
I said no, I don’t wear cover up.
She then reached into my purse to take out the bottle she’d seen (my foundation) and look at it.
The HELL!? Get your hands OUT OF MY PURSE! What is wrong with you?
