fuck this job.com

Today was a rather calm day. The usual afternoon crunch and then the customers twitter away. On the way to the bathroom I say hello to the Dept Manager and her boss. I'll call the boss Pint Size. Running joke is that Pint Size buys clothes from the children's department. I go the entire day without any foolishness, and towards the end of the day the Dept Mgr calls me over. She asked if Pint Size came to talk to me, and I told her no. "Well, Pint Size wanted to talk to you because you aren't in dress code." Wha? I told the Dept Mgr that I did take my jacket off during the day from time to time, but what can I do? The Dept Mgr didn't really behave as though it irked her, because if it did, she would have said so, beleive me. She's a hard ass, but she's up front. She says her piece and moves on. She doesnt do this behind the back comment crap that Pint Size does. Pint Size smiles in your face like everything is ok, and then acts as though babies are being killed in the aisles in front of the t-shirts after you have walked away.

I take my jacket off to go to the bathroom and that's a problem? I need to be professionally dressed to take a piss now? Customers will stop you in the stalls if they know you work there. I'm not trying to get into an argument to explain to someone that I have a human right to relieve my bladder unaccosted. And if I am to be 'dressed' in a certain way, pay me a fucking wage that I can work with. After rent, groceries and transportation to get to work, you should be glad I don't show up in my ratty old pajamas.

I guess I would nit pick too if I was forced to buy my clothes at Osh Kosh B'Gosh.