A new secret shopper report came out. Most of the comments are mediocre: bathroom okay, selection okay, service okay ... save one. It describes help finding a Christmas gift as "friendly, warm, and kind. She really made me feel at home, even in a store. Wonderful!" And as with all secret shopper reports, the shopper gave a physical description of the employee, whose physical attributes match mine: same hair and eye color; same approximate weight, height, and age; same clothes; same time I was in that department.
So what does my boss do? He strolls over to R., a 55-year-old, chunky woman with short, dyed blond hair who sucks up like a champion, and says adoringly, "This must have been you."
Glancing over the report, R. looks up at him and says, "Boss, that's my day off. But thanks for the compliment!"
This isn't the first time, either.
Besides the fact that no one at work looks remotely like me, what else would he ask that for but cold-hearted meanness?
Well, that and sheer stupidity.
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