The fucking district manager came in today. For some reason, he took one of the basketballs from the stands in the store and came into the backrooms, playing with it and then just left it there.
?????????????
Fucking acting like he's Michael Bitch Ass Jordan. Fucking Harlem Cumtrotters. Chicago Bullshit. Shaquille O'Nigger.
I ran out of basketball references, but fuck him anyway, and I hope he spills coffee on his white shirt. Also, our workplace doesn't have a meeting room and hasn't had one for the two+ years the store has been open, so all meetings have to be conducted in the cafeteria. Which means I had to eat my lunch in the changing room. Glamorous!
It's not some small mom-and-pop; it's part of a massive national chain here, with stores all over the country and still opening more stores.
My workplace happens to have two massive but unfinished rooms that'd be great offices for the day-to-day operations or a bigger cafeteria, but they look like this, so tough shit.

(Disclaimer: not the actual rooms, just a representation of their state)
Regardless, come summer, I am probably moving on to a different position in a different field, so there's that.