This has many comparisons to unrelated material, just to give you an exact impression.
I had to go and sort out my holidays at work, the Administation where I work sucks. I work at Tesco by the way. To be more specific, the one in Gillingham, Medway.
I knock on the door and wait for a second. "ENTEEER", like. You know that robot from Futurama who has the caesar hat, and eats grapes. That sort of voice. Exactly that sort of voice.
"I have to sort out my holidays"
Almost one second later: "You've got to sort out your hair", I hear from this guy. He's about 50, Grey hair, lounging on an office chair with two Demi-managers facing him. He's obviously got some Ego thing going on about him. I say to him;" I take that as a personal insult", not joking or anything, since I like my hair, and I thought it looked normal. He doesn;t say anything for a bit.
The woman I talk to about my holidays says it is a bit high, since I use that awesome Manga putty, anyway.
"I don't really know what it looks like, I mean, I've just been sitting at a checkout for 4 hours" "It is rather high", she says.
"Like you've had an electric shock!" The Ego Guy says from a distance. I say "I'd rather you didn't make comparisons". I finish my business with holiday lady and walk to the door.
"And on a footnote...." He says, I look him in the eyes for one second, and walk out mid sentence.
Now Im sitting at home, thinking of all the things I could have said and done. This guy is like, senior management. Judging by the way he talked and the way he was sitting, I think he was just showing off to the Demi-Supervisors. To me it felt like bullying. I looked in the window on my way home and my hair didn't look bad or high, certainly within Tescos limits anyway.
I think it was best I didn't say anything, as I'd probably make a threat that would get me fired, even though Im quitting in a month and a bit.
I don't think this is the way someone in Management should act at all. It left me in a really bad mood. I didn't catch his name either.
Sorry I just had to get this off my chest. If you ever find yourself in Tesco Gillingham within the next month, come see the guy with hair that needs sorting out