Last week the boss gave me a scolding. SIGH. I guess I pretty much deserved it, but that really didn't make the process any more fun. SIGH. Knowing that anything I said could and would be held against me, I didn't say much as I got my little reprimand. Needless to say, it looks like I
should HAVE TO modify my work behavior somewhat. SIGH.
The boss said I was moody. ?! Agreed. Isn't everybody? But I think his point was that I need to PRETEND to be more cheery. SIGH. I guess I can try. I should have asked the boss if he thought ACTING LESSONS or CHEERLEADING CAMP might improve my work performance. Grumble grumble.
The boss said I need to be MORE FRIENDLY AND ENGAGING WITH CLIENTS. Um, HUGE FUCKING GROAN. Our clients are exhausting. EXHAUSTING. Apparently it isn't enough to smile and be polite and efficient -- I have to put more energy into it. SIGH. Is anybody else picturing JAZZ HANDS right about now?! GROAN. But our clients' purchases pay my salary, so I guess I can try harder in this department.
This whole little talk took place because a couple of TOOLS from another gallery stopped by for a visit right before closing time. They are high maintenance. High energy. Very fucking chatty. Pretty much exhausting. And when 5:30 rolled around and I slipped out the door unnoticed (briefly) to hurry off to my gnarly commute home, they could not BELIEVE that I didn't say goodnight before I left. They allegedly complained and complained to the boss and could not understand why I left without saying goodbye. FERTHELOVEOFGAWD. So from now on I have to greet everyone and their grandma with huge enthusiasm (HURL), and make sure to say goodnight to anyone and everyone before I leave. What's next - cartwheels? Cappuccinos? Complimentary blowjobs?! Kidding. Kind of.
The MAIN reason I don't announce my departure every time I leave is that when I DO, I invariably get asked to do ONE LAST THING before I leave. My commute takes over an hour and the last thing I want to do is delay getting home.
But I guess having a job and getting paid requires some compromise on my part, so I will have to try a a LITTLE HARDER to cut the mustard. SIGH SIGH SIGH. Or win the lottery!
Guessing some of you have been scolded before? Bet you enjoyed it about as much as I did. :[