Posted on 03/07/2011 9:56:48 PM PST by Charles Henrickson
The DUmmies are always eager to report and decry any instances of EEEvil management, particularly if it's a white male, oppressing poor downtrodden labor, especially if it's a woman or a minority--and an older woman is even better. So this THREAD, "Lost in the supermarket," is right up the DUmmies' alley. It tells the tale of a rude young manager chewing out an older bagging lady, right in front of DUmmie lapislzi, who witnessed it and was appalled.
Of course, DUmmie lapislzi may be fictionalizing or exaggerating what actually happened, and, like the other DUmmies who join in, may be jumping to huge conclusions withour knowing the full story. But, hey, that's what makes them DUmmies!
So let us grab our grocery carts and proceed to the checkout line, where we will now witness the Shaming of the Shebagger, in Bolshevik Red, while the commentary of your humble guest correspondent, Charles Henrickson--an evil white male himself, but also, since today is my 58th birthday, getting older, which makes me less bad--is in the [brackets]:
Lost in the supermarket
[Lost in the supermarket: all sense of perspective]
...or, "Heartbreak in Hannaford's."
[Or, "Chekhov at the Checkout."]
I had a bunch of errands to run yesterday, including a supermarket run. I usually avoid the local Hannaford's (a New England based chain) because they're non-union. BUT. I had other stops to make in the same shopping center. BUT. They have the best produce, good prices, and the best local/organic food section around.
[No excuses! By patronizing this non-union store, you are a TRAITOR to the cause, a SCAB! I think we'll call you Traitor Joe!]
I'm at the checkout with my fairly sizable order--and of course, I eschew the self-checkouts for the human ones.
[Of course. The real reason is that you're too stupid to figure out how to use the self-checkout, but you'll cloak this inability as your choice to keep a worker employed. How noble of you.]
I have my reusable bags.
["Paper or plastic?" "Neither! I'm an environmentally conscious greenie, can't you tell?"]
An older lady (60s?) with an apron and a name badge takes my bags and starts bagging my groceries--very efficiently, I might add. She had a sunny and pleasant demeanor. . . .
[Our Prole hero. Can you see the plot starting to build? We await the entrance of the evil management type.]
Then, another kid (20s?), presumably the head cashier or store manager (I'd seen him at another register keying in an override, or some such), steps over.
[Boo! Hiss! Our villain enters, Simon Legrocery, twirling his moustache.]
"What time did you clock in, today, Pat?" he asked the bagging lady. "Ten," she replied. He wagged a finger at her. "It was 10:17, Pat."
[NOOO!!! How EEEvil!! Reprimand a tardy worker?? How could he DO such a thing???]
She began apologizing profusely. "What are we going to do about this, Pat?" he asked. "I'll make it up," she said, "you know, I've been staying later some nights." "That's part of the job," he said.
[Come and see the violence inherent in the system! HELP! HELP! She's being repressed!]
I had to blink back tears. Hard.
[DUmmie lapislzi, WEEPING for all oppressed workers everywhere! Even if they're late. Maybe chronically late, you don't know. And even if all they get is a mild reprimand and a wagged finger.]
As I made a note of the name on his badge. Hannaford's will be getting a letter.
[That'll show 'em!]
But that doesn't make me feel any better, because this is symptomatic of so much more. How our older people have to take menial jobs to make ends meet. How callous our disregard for our fellow workers. It was "young store manager who will move on in a year or so" against "lady who needs a job."
[Which you don't know. Maybe she just likes to get out of the house and do something. Or maybe the manager usually would reprimand in private, but slipped up this one time. But that wouldn't fit your Marxist melodrama, would it?]
No sense of solidarity.
[Store manager and shebagger, rising up TOGETHER, locking arms, standing tall against The Man, shoulder to shoulder, speaking TRUTH TO POWER!! YEEEAAAARRRGGHHH!!!]
And those strawberries? By the time I got them home, those foreign strawberries tasted like straw. I lost my appetite.
[Strawberries Failed For Meddler.]
You should have reamed him a new one right there. . . .
[The benburch approach.]
I think we ALL should write Hannaford's.
[DUAC! DUAC!]
a very polite, "Excuse me, sir, may I speak to you for a moment?", take him aside and a quiet, "I think you are a rude little scumbag on a power trip and I should do the same thing to you that you just did to Pat but I have too much class, and I'm going to report your inexcusable rudeness to Corporate office" would have sufficed. . . .
[Of course, this didn't happen, but the tough talk sounds nice in an echo chamber.]
I would have let the @$$hole have it....and good
[Calm down, ben!]
Tape a thumb tack to your finger and squeeze the milk and juice containers.
[WakiLeaks.]
we dont know what is going on. what if she is consistently late? . . . we really dont know what is happening with this employee, do we?
[Whaa-at?? She's LABOR, for goodness' sakes! And a WOMAN! How DARE you question her??]
Management, Ma'am, Is Best Presumed Guilty....
[DUmmie Default Mode.]
manager cant win, regardless of how he phrases. he dare to say something about employee being late, and HE is the bad guy. wtf? sounds like he tried to make it as nonoffensive as he could. . . .
[LOUSY FREEPER TROLL!!!]
i dont think it is a HUGE deal. that is all. yet.... you would think i am promoting the lashing of an employee.
[You're as bad as the store manager! To The Hague with the both of you!]
the entire purpose of putting a particular individual in charge of others is that person can effectively LEAD. anyone can BERATE!
[Anyone can BE LATE!]
Clearly, there is only one way to see it - my way/our way. We now have the embodiment of all evil in this young manager and he needs to spend at least an hour on the pillory with we, the self-righteous and perfect, heaping our derision upon him.
[Grab the tomatoes from the produce section!]
this has become a joke
[It's the DUmmie Way!]
there is/was a better way for the manager to handle this situation but in the big picture of workplace happenings this was relatively no big deal.
[And we put a Kewpie Doll in your bag!]
Happier story about older worker: Ralph's employee of the year. . . . she looked to be over 50, maybe nearer to 60.
[Probably 58, which is ANCIENT!]
Well, that same little bird just told me that franksolich does NOT share the exact same birthday with me. But . . . we’re close.
But can you both produce valid birth certificates to prove it?
Happy Birthday Charles and frank!
Nope, not quite exact but close with some other coincidences too.
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