Tuesday, 16 February 2010
I am a nice person, or at least I try to be. Most people who know me describe me as laid back, calm and approachable. I don't let things wind me up because I've come to the conclusion that letting things get you into a stress and a bad mood isn't worth it in the long run. However, today was different.
Today, I asked one of my colleagues how to do something on the till and she quickly showed me and I apologised for interrupting her and said 'I get confused as we did it differently where I used to work.' She thought she would be clever and mean and said 'Yeah, well this is Iceland.' Well. Wow. I mean, I only went through the interview process, the induction week, the training and the countless weeks of working there like her and yet boy am I glad she let me know it was Iceland because I'd been thinking I worked in Wilkinsons.
This woman is so mean to everyone, she belittles other people in front of customers as though she gets off on it. I swear, today, all her snipey little comments put me in a foul mood. I'm normally a calm person who lets any little thing like a colleague who is a bitch go over my head but today I was planning on how best to throw my chair at her head.
What do people really achieve from being complete bitches? I'm only ever a bitch when there is a reason - for example, if you've screwed me over you'll meet that side of me. What's the point of being a bitch for no reason?