Yesterday I went to straight from the gym to the airport to pick up DPF for his interview with the Veronicas. I was a little early and the parking nazis were in full force so I decided a Mac attack was warranted, especially as my trainer Billy has smashed me round the head repeatedly in the forlorn attempt for me to keep my hands up.
I rolled into McDonalds at the Airport and strolled up to the counter. As I was ordering a torrent of abuse burst forth from the rather large lady standing behind my order takeer. She was yelling at a staff member who was supposedly late.
She was most vitriolic and her management style seemed to be abuse, humiliation and more abuse. In between abusing the late staff member and ordering him to wait in her office she also dealt out abuse to the other staff members who randomly passed within her beady eyed view.
The display was cringe inducing. I wouldn’t speak to my dog like that even after she’d crapped in the hallway and i’d stood in it. I was moved to intervene and so interrupted the loud mouth and asked her who the manager was. She told me she was and what did I want. I told her i want her to treat her staff with respect. She glowered at me.
As I thought about this yesterday afternoon he more pissed off I became. I fumed and fulminated whilst DPF was playing wit the Veronicas and then I acted.
I called up Matt McCarten, who I must say was dumbstruck that Whaleoil had called him, and told him the story. I even got called brother. I hope Matt does something with this story because I was sickened by this woman and how she treated those hardworking staff. I followed up with an email. Go sick’em Matt.
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