So today, I went to The Companies Office to register the business name. I know, right?
The Companies Office is a branch of the Manitoba Provincial Government, in fact, the offices for the Legislative Assembly are on the same floor in the Woodsworth Building.
I arrived fairly early and I was the first one there. The sign said to take a number so I did. It was 67. Then I stood there waiting for the staff to notice me or acknowledge my presence in some way. The 5 ladies at the counter were busy chatting, so I waited. Soon, the blonde one asked me if I was there to register a business name.
She then asked me a couple more questions and said she would assist me.
Then, a young girl, wearing jeans and a hoodie walked over, totally ignored (the only client in the whole office) me, proceeded to interrupt and give shit to the nice lady who had been helping me. This went on at length, causing my nice lady to turn her chair completely around to pay attention to this unqualified, uneducated, casually dressed supervisor of some sort.
Since I had some unexpected free time, I counted how many people were sitting at desks and gathered around not getting any work done. 17 plus me.
I used the remainder of my time to stare this young lady down and fantasize about which of my former employers would fire her unceremoniously for this unprofessional behaviour. Obviously, she had never worked anywhere else in her life. She had certainly never worked in hospitality or retail. I even had enough time to imagine how each one of my sisters would deal with her.
When she finally went away, my nice helper lady had to excuse herself to write down all the instructions she had been given. Afterwards, I told the nice lady that I was shocked. I wasn’t really. This kind of stuff happens all the time here in Winnipeg. I also said I would have fired that girl instantly if I could have.
That was when realized that the supervisor girl must be a relative of someone important. Maybe even Greg Selinger’s daughter or something.
Rather than waste more of my time filing a formal complaint on this beautiful day, I think I’ll call Caroline over at Birks and tell her what a great job she does.