Who’s The Boss, Part 3

(I’m the supervisor at night, which essentially means I run the store and have the same authority as the manager. One new hire has not taken well to this. It’s because he’s 35 years old and has been in the industry for 15 years, whereas I’m 20 and have been at the store for six months.)

Me: “Okay, I’ll need you to work the milk to the shelves and then face aisles three and four.”

Coworker: “No.”

Me: “…Sorry?”

Coworker: “No. I don’t wanna.”

Me: “Well, I guess I can do that if you want to do what I was going to, which is work the frozen backstock and then face aisles one and two.”

Coworker: “No. You’re not the boss of me.”

Me: *flabbergasted*

Coworker: “I’m gonna do what I feel like, since you can’t order me around.”

Me: “Actually, I can. So you can either do what I said or get out.”

Coworker: “Nope, not listening!”

Me: “Punch out and leave!”

(He did leave after complaining. The manager was not pleased, and he got fired shortly thereafter.)