Joys of working for family business where everyone knows everyone
I work in a family owned business that sells high end antiques, we have more than one location, so chances are, the owner of the business is NOT HERE. He’s off doing other stuff (like all of us would if we owned a business, you hire competent people who will run it for you)
Never a week goes by that someone comes in looking for him. Then i get a story about how good of friends they are, and hey, the owner always gives them fantastic deals.
I have to say sorry, I can’t give you any deals. No I can’t tell you where he is. No I can’t give you his cell phone number, but you can write a message down on this piece of paper and I will make sure he gets it.
Just telling me ‘tell him BOB said hi’ he will know who I am,’ because I bring this up and the owner of course, has NO IDEA who I am talking about.
People have been known to call my owner and annoy him when they think I’m not dusting enough, when I’m talking to customers and not answering the phone (sorry, customers who are here shopping take preference) or when I’m eating a sandwich at the counter because I’m on my own and can’t leave during break. Owner hates the constant calls and so do I, but what can you do?
One day middle aged guy who we will call BOB’s outside loitering at the coffee shop next door - as he will do - and notices I am having trouble opening the front door (when it gets hot it sticks and usually what will get it open is a good precise kick on the middle of the door.
BOB walks up and shouts at me through the glass door ’ WTF you doin, come around the front and open it, Moron!
Right as he turns I flip him off. He’s no pal of mine, he never buys anything, and I’m a valued employee of 10 yrs. Owner has my back. and I’m frankly, too old for this shit.
BOB doesn’t see it, but a woman sitting outside the coffee shop does and it amuses her to no end.
Then I walk to back of shop to get a can of WD40.
So then owner calls, 'hey, I heard you have some trouble with the door. BOB is offering to help you open it.
I’m pretty livid at this point, cos I know the f****r called him early Sat morning, woke him up, and is trying to pretend he’s being helpful.
I said, 'hey, BOB just screamed and swore at me, he’s not helping!
So owner says, oh wow, I’m sorry, this guys a jerk, I talked to him a few times and now I can’t get him to stop bothering me, I wish I’d never given him my number. I know the door is a problem, I’ll get someone out on monday to replace it.’
Owner being nice just pisses me off more. So I go out the back door, come all the way around building to the front, BOB sees me and starts walking toward me, all puffed out chest, like he wasn’t just shouting at me a minute ago.
“Hey, I’m just gonna -
"I just snapped 'Nope, Got It. Goodbye’
So he’s just huffing and puffing all shocked 'well I never’ and meanwhile, a woman sitting nearby in the coffee shop is laughing her ass off.
At least I got the door unstuck before anyone else who knows the owner calls to let him know 'that girl’ didn’t open on time!