(I have just been hired to go to events where there are a lot of people, and advertise our company. My boss is in her 20s, and shows up wearing yoga pants, Uggs, a thin shirt threatening to burst, and a lot of tacky jewelry. Meanwhile, I’m dressed in the uniform. I decide to shrug it off — after all, she is the boss — and start my job.)
Me: *to event goers* “Hello! Would you like to try some of our food?!”
(I’m yelling because the convention is very noisy.)
Boss: *gasps* “Oh, my God! Are you shy?!“
Me: “Um, what?”
Boss: “You have to do it like this!”
(She walks up directly to a male event-goer.)
Boss: “HELLO! COME TRY OUR FOOD!”
(Everybody looks around.)
Event-Goer: “I, uh, no thanks.” *tries to step around her*
Boss: *blocking his way with her body* “COME ON! IT’S FREE!”
(I see the man shaking his head no, but my boss refuses to let him through; he’d have to push her. It’s a cringeworthy scene. Reluctantly, he comes over and scoots away once he takes some food like he’s afraid of catching a plague.)
Boss: “And that’s how you do it!”
Me: “Making people looking for a good time uncomfortable? Sorry, I don’t think this job is for me.”
Boss: “Yeah, you’re too shy.”
(I think the word she was looking for was “polite,” but whatever.)