The salesman/job manager promised much more
Posted By: Misha on 2007-07-23
In Reply to: Really? That's good to know. sm - ER MT
than his workers could deliver. For one thing, the bottom of the cabinets wasn't straight. It had never been noticed with the old cabinets, but apparently the line wasn't perfect with the original cabinets, and the installers didn't handle the problem correctly with their work, and the line came out all choppy or something. They didn't speak English, so without the job manager there constantly, the workers just kept plugging away instead of stopping to get instructions when problems came up. They left unfinished edges in certain places. Dad had to have certain things redone. I don't know all the details, but my perfectionist older sister saw the work when they first finished and she was livid. I think Sears overcharges anyway.
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Says he was promised a job but I haven't
seen or heard from anyone calling here for him about a job. The least he could do is maybe wash a dish or two during this time but oh no. That's asking way too much.
you would make a terrific TS salesMAN!
You are exactly the type! Can't let go. For the record, it was a 90-minute presentation that went to 3 hours and when I said I went out to the car, it was because we wanted to leave, but the rep followed us out, continuing to try to sell after being told multiple times we were not buying and when he stepped forward so that I could not close the car after I was sitting in it, that was when I decided to change the diaper in the air conditioner because nothing else would shut him up.
Bless your heart. I bet, I just bet, you cannot keep your fingers off your keyboard to reply to this because for all your bravado, you can't JUST SAY NO and leave this beaten horse to lay in peace. See if I'm right about you. Go ahead...don't post and show me your spine.
Here is another unlikey winner. A mobile phone salesman. sm
This guy will knock your socks off also. He is from the Britain's Got Talent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k08yxu57NA
No, but my last manager was one
and once I figured out she was the whole problem with our office and those above her liked her that way, I got out.
She could not be trusted to do the right thing because all she cared about was how she looked, not on how well everybody was working together and providing care for patients. I could not believe how disrespectfully she talked to people to get them to fear her so they would obey her and she could feel important.
That kind of person is a nightmare to deal with.
I can't imagine being married to her. If I witnessed her husband pushing her off a cliff, I think I'd tell the police she fell, LOL.
Yep, that described that manager
I had perfectly. You can start doubting your own sanity when you're under a person like that, because they often are VERY sneaky with their techniques.
no she was the manager there
out the food that would go bad so it was allowed. They were also allowed to order food to bring home that they paid for themselves, such as single serving pizzas. This was also many years ago, i'm sure things may be different by now, depending on the people in charge.
I too am a manager and I don't work on those
days. I have them off. I make it CLEAR that those 2 days a year are MINE WITH MY FAMILY. They are THE ONLY 2 days a year that I am with my entire family. I am available every single day other than that.
Now, speaking as a manager who has also been an MT, there are different situations in every MT's life and there are always situations where there are MTs without families who would prefer to work. I do NOT think it should be mandatory to cover those days but a good manager would ask for volunteers to cover those days WAY AHEAD OF TIME to be sure the time is covered.
I have never had a problem getting someone to volunteer those days. I am **on call by phone** on those days if needed, but not actively working. I can be with my family with assurance that I can enjoy those family days.
Sounds like the manager was never an MT...
or totally forgot what it's like to be new. We've all been there. You just happened to have quite the "understanding" and "encouraging" manager. (Might we suggest a few managerial people skills??) It's a million times better to relisten and ask questions than type lots of junk! Puh-leez!!!
My husband was a co-manager at
a store, and when a juvenile would be caught shoplifting, they would be taken to the store office and talked to, and depending on his impressions, he would often tell the teenager that he was going to have to call his or her parents. The kids were usually HORRIFIED and would ask if he wouldn't call the police instead. The parents were always very relieved that he handled it the way he did. That's why I said that.
One kid stole Visine. My husband had to break the news that it probably meant the child was smoking marijuana and trying to hide his bloodshot eyes with Visine. That was one sad boy!
You think that is bad, one time I had a manager of a Pathmark
throw her clipboard at me and hit me in the head! They had a sign up stating if more than 3 people are in line we will open another register. Well, they didn't, and I went to the courtesy desk to ask for the manager.
She told me they didn't have the staff. I said, then you should take down the sign. She said she could not do that. I said, well, then what about YOU getting on a register, you don't seem to be all that busy.
I guess I hit a nerve but how shocking. Obviously she was nuts.
And I am so stupid because I didn't even call the cops and I should have, probably could have owned part of Pathmark ;)
LOL
I agree. She is less a mother, than a manager and
xxx
That's strange! I was once approached by a store manager (sm)
Who came up and asked if I needed helpshopping. I said, "no, why?" He said are you feeling okay, we can get someone to help you shop. People stopped and were staring. I had my baby in a stroller in front of me and I just took the things I was going to buy out and put them on the shelf and said, "no thanks, I'm leaving." Got to my car and realized I had glitter from some Christmas decorations I had been looking at all over my face! I had been sick and had just ventured back out so I was looking weak and pale and glittery! I didn't go back in that store for over a year!
An office manager earlier in my career...
... those of you who have been around long enough will know the type... the polyester queen who'd started with the doctor when he opened his practice in 1951, and she used to work until 11 o'clock every night, keeping things caught up, but never put in for OT pay, and because she had done it, she expected the rest of us to do it too.... Labor laws? We don't need no stinkin' labor laws.... (No, we didn't stay one minute past closing time. We didn't let her guilt us into it.)
When I started at the job, I was promised a raise in a certain amount after 3 months. I got half the amount, and I was too chicken to raise a stink. Later, my finances got so tight, I went to her to tell her if I didn't get a raise, I was going to lose my apartment and have to move back in with my parents. She claimed she asked the doctors, came back, and told me I'd have to move back home. I later found out she never asked the doctors--and that if she had, they'd have granted the raise. Grrrrr.....
My desk was right next to hers, and if my typewriter was silent for more than 5 seconds she'd look over and comment on the fact that I wasn't working. Nevermind that I was looking something up in the Dorland's at the time....
Many, many years later, I somehow wound up next to her at a retirement party for one of the doctors. She too had long since retired, and I too had moved on, but they invited back any and all of the old staff they could find. By the end of the luncheon I was wondering how on EARTH I sat next to that witch with a capital B for 3 long years and didn't KILL her. Because she was still at it--picked on every single thing I did, including the fact that I ordered steak, because steak isn't for lunch, it's for dinner, and that if you can't afford to pay cash in full for a car, you are not to buy the car, you are to ride the bus to work until you have saved up the full cash price of the car. Then she grabbed my hand and screeched, "Do you bite your nails?"
Come to think of it... it was during that era that I started getting really, really cranky............... :)
Don't have to be a nurse to be a good scheduler, efficient office manager....sm
When I did this type of thing in addition to clinical duties, I knew from common sense that the doc could only see X amount of people, depending on if they were new patients, involved visits with procedures, etc, and planned accordingly. The doctors want to pack the schedule to make more money, and the "girls" (How I hated being called that "my girl") had to go along with it in many cases. But when I was office manager, I made sure I spaced accordingly, because guess who got to leave the office as soon as the last patient (the doctor), and guess who got to clean up examining rooms, clear up doctor's desk, answer all nonessential phone calls for them, close down the office, etc....me! The one making chump change.
Door to door sock salesman
Okay, so yesterday a little old man shows up at my door. Now let me say that I do not live in a neighborhood, really. I live on a major highway so you actually have to drive into my driveway and you can't really get to the next house without getting back in your car and driving there.
So I open the door and there's this little old man there with pairs of socks in large ziplock bags. He says:
"I'm raising money for a cancer operation to get cancer out of my stomach and I want you to buy these two bags of socks."
I say, "I'm sorry, I don't have any cash in the house, but good luck."
"How can you not have any cash in the house?"
"We use credit cards."
"You can't just use credit cards. Doesn't your husband live with you?"
"He's at work. Good luck, have a nice day."
"Well when he gets home he should have cash on him."
"Nope sorry, we're not interested. Have a good day."
I closed the door and he left.
Odd....very odd. But here's where it gets even more odd.
Today he showed up AGAIN. Only this time he didn't come to the door. He sat in his car in my driveway and beeped his horn. My mail lady does this when we have a package so I opened the door to go out, thinking it was her. The dog scooted out and while I was trying to get him back in I realized it was this man again......BEEPING for me to come to his car to sell the socks, I guess. I was so mad that my dog got loose I looked at him and yelled "WHAT DO YOU WANT??? I don't need any socks today!!!" Picked up the dog and went back in the house and slammed the door. He didn't get a word in edgewise. I'm hoping he won't be back.....I was down right RUDE to this man. I never speak to anyone that way. Hopefully he won't be back. Steve is concerned that he showed up a second time and even more concerned that he wanted me to go to his car this time. He wants me to get a plate number if this man comes back.
doctor's wife who was the receptionist/office manager at his office nm
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