She constantly complains about how much stuff she has to do as a manager, when she's in the lowest level of management without being just a sales associate, and she doesn't even do everything she's supposed to. She's always asking to switch shifts, too, once asking another manager to trade days with her so she could be off when it would be nice outside. None of us will ever let her forget that one; when the other manager in question told me about it, I couldn't even stop myself from saying, "Are you fucking serious?"
For the first three months or so of her being a keyholder, she would call me for help with opening the store and I'd help in good faith, hoping that one day she would stop calling, but I eventually had to tell her to stop because enough was enough. I got tired of being woken up on my days off so I could answer the same questions ad nauseum.
Another manager and I had a meeting with her, in which she got defensive and made the conversation about me and how "hateful" I am because God fucking forbid someone get a little short with her when they're trying to do over 9000 projects, run the store, make sure shipment is getting done because nobody else would fucking do it, etc. So nothing was accomplished, she just cried about what a big meanie-pants I am for ten minutes before we gave up.
Just last week, she called our acting manager and tattled that this one drawer we're supposed to keep locked wasn't shut all the way... because the lid on this tin we keep in there was keeping it open by, like, one millimeter. You'd never have known it was open unless you pulled on it, I certainly didn't notice the night before when I was so exhausted I could barely see straight. So I got written up, meanwhile, she's left the safe open (with the door to our backroom wide fucking open!), the filing cabinet with all the employee records unlocked with the key in it, etc and I haven't said a Goddamn word, I just quietly put things right. Not anymore, though, I'll be recording every little misstep with picture evidence.
On a more personal note, though, she also talks endlessly about her dead husband, which, I get that he died tragically and it's hard, but it's been two years. She can't use that as a "Get Out of Jail Free" card indefinitely, especially when she's dating someone else now. Nobody gives a shit about her life story, especially not customers, and we can't seem to make her realize that.
And she talks shit about me and a couple other girls in the store, because fuck any of us under like a size 20, right? She's said some of the meanest, most backhanded shit to our faces, and it has triggered some pretty serious bouts of body dysmorphia for me. I don't really talk about that shit often, because it sounds so pathetic and snowflake-y even to me, but it's something I've struggled with my entire life. One sarcastic, backhanded compliment will have me obsessing over every flaw, big and small, for days on end.
Also, I finally had to ask her to stop commenting on my ass yesterday, because she's mentioned several times that I have a "booty", white girls don't normally have butts that big, I must do 1000 squats a day, just on and on and fucking on. Like I somehow wouldn't know I have a big ass, it's only attached to me and I'm the one that has to find clothes to fit over it... If she does it again, I'm reporting her for sexual harassment. Like, I'm not the type to go running to HR over every little thing but having someone comment on my body- specifically things about my body that I don't like people commenting on- repeatedly after being asked to stop is a good reason, I think.