Of course, he's not *my* manager, so.
I was at the end of my "shift", and it was time to put up the weekly magazines on the checkstands. I went to the back to look for a big "professional" cart to use, because they're easy, but I couldn't find one. So I grabbed a regular grocery cart, loaded it up, and went to work.
Micromanager, as I like to call him, and I have interacted 3 times total. The two times before yesterday, he yelled at me for answering a question with "I don't know, but I can ask my boss" (because you *never* say you don't know something, apparently), and yelled at me for letting a single tote hit the ground too loudly. I'm not even kidding. (I've also heard him berate his own employees for stupid shit. He's ridiculous.)
So I'm putting magazines up, and he walks up to me. "Ma'am, you can't use a grocery cart."
"Oh, ok," I say, pleasantly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
He walks away.
He turns around. "You need to go switch out for another cart in the back."
"Well, I couldn't find any before, which is why I used this. I should be done in about 15 minutes."
"No, you need to switch it. I don't have enough carts, and vendors can't use them." (This store has 400 carts if it has one, and if there are 20 people in there, it's packed. Not enough? Really? Whatever.)
"Ok, I'll try."
I walked away to go to the back and maybe convince someone to help me switch out carts, a process that would probably take 20-30 minutes. He walks up as I'm on my way.
"You know what? Forget it. Leave this stuff, and get out of my store."
"I'm sorry?"
"I don't want you doing this store any more. You're fired. Have your boss call me."
And he stormed away without giving me a name or a number.
So, fine, asshole. I put all my stuff in the back, then went to the car and called my boss, who told me to ignore the guy, finish my job, and not to worry about it. "He's just on a power trip," said Boss. "He'll forget about it by tomorrow. You know I'm not going to fire you. If he yells at you again, just walk away from him."
I love Boss, BTW.
I went and finished up - and, yes, miraculously found another cart - but it added like an hour to my day. An hour, for 15 lousy minutes using an extra cart. And yeah, I knew my boss wouldn't punish me, but obviously I had to call to let him know what was going on. I work 6 stores a week, and have for 6 months. This is the only person who has a problem with me - even the other managers at this store are polite and, you know, normal.
Oh, WalMart. Please DIAF after EingABOD.