I have a story. I guess I’ve waited a long time to get this off my chest.
This was my first “real” job, Customer Service Department. We had four desks in a square pattern. There were three girls and one guy, and the manager’s desk faced our square.
One of the girls, let’s call her Sue, is the one I want to talk about.
Sue told us once that every morning she decided who to pick a fight with.
She would deliberately tell the warehouse that I or others had screwed up an order so they would have to special ship it. Luckily the warehouse guys liked me and knew better.
Sue told on us for any breach of discipline. (For example she would tell on us if we stayed over our breaks).
Yet she would stay on breaks for 25 minutes plus.
Sue got pregnant, and took time off work every week to go to the doctor, rather than doing it in her own time. And it always happened to be Friday at 2 PM, so she didn’t come back.
She was consistently late, and left early.
She was a witch in her talking. Bastabbing, backbiting, bitching.
She lied to our boss. She spilled coffee deliberately all over my desk, and soda over the other friend’s.
Ok, so why didn’t they fire her? Well i can’t say for sure, but I’m pretty sure it was the pregnant thing. It all ended when she was caught stealing by one of the other girls in CSD. Even then she had the gall to take the company to court.
It drove a HUGE wedge into customer service. It was a hard job, and I was taking 150 calls a day some days. We were still happy and having fun until she came along and tried to drive us apart.
I was not as mature then as now and didn’t respond to it properly, which would have bene to ignore it as best as I could.
I hated her. I still do. Oh…and the other thing…
she told us that she lied about her birth control to her boyfriend and stopped taking it, so she would get pregnant and make him marry her. (He was Roman Catholic).
Yuck. One person can make a job living hell.