Araceli And Sheila Differences

Work can be a real pain in the neck, but working for someone you do not like can quickly turn a pain in the neck into a pain in the you know where—before you know it, work is no longer just a sore subject but a bitter one. Managers can make or break your day; they control the work environment—for better or worse. Thus far, I have only had one job, and since I started, I have seen many managers come and go. Most managers have similar qualities; however, what sets them apart are their differences—my managers Araceli and Sheila are no exception to the rule.
Almost all managers have one thing in common: their companies consider them assets. Araceli and Sheila each expressed their value in their work ethic. Each proved to be the “above and beyond”
Araceli was polite, funny, and charming. She could get us to do anything. One day I arrived to work and had been assigned to the linens section. Unfortunately, someone had called out that day. With us down to two people, it was between me and another co-worker to clean ladies—a section with an infamous reputation. With a coy smile and her head tilted to the side, she said, “Rocky, my friend, would you mind doing ladies tonight? I know how much you hate ladies, but I would really appreciate it if you would.” I didn’t want to do it, but that smile of hers could sell ice to an Eskimo. So I did it. Unlike Araceli, Sheila was never very good at speaking to us--she seemed to have the annoying habit of talking down to us. Before Sheila became a supervisor, she was a head cashier. We knew as soon as they promoted her that things were going to change. She was bossy, condescending, and at times downright rude. I was sick of her from the get-go. I remember the first day I closed with her. She said to me, “Rocky, I’m assigning you to be a floater, but I want you to float away from ladies. Don’t float over by Brooklynn. Okay? So go. Float, float, float…” I was seeing red! Her tone was condescending, and on top of that she shooed me off with the wave of her hand. Never had I felt so insulted; had she not been my manager, I would have told her off right then and there, but I bit my tongue and stayed