Today's edition of why I hate my job: that Hispanic supervisor that I hate? Start of day, she throws a ceramic piece at a trash can, it explodes off the rim, nearly spraying me with ceramic shards. I walk away to do my job standing somewhere else. A few minutes later, she finally gets around to cleaning it up, then looks at me and calls me a "pendejo". I don't know Spanish, but I'm pretty sure everyone knows what that means. I called her something roughly equivalent, then told the manager I was not going to put up with her crap, as well as explain what "pendejo" meant. Immediately, the manager sides completely with her, acts as if she did absolutely nothing at all, like she does every single time something like this happens. Sure, I probably should not have said anything, but she started it, and why else would I go to the manager if I had started it? But no, I'm always wrong in everything I do. I would have walked out then and there, but the manager held the door shut when I tried.
I spent the rest of the day putting a very large space buffer between me and her - good thing since one of the first things she did after the above incident was ram a cart filled with housewares into a rack filled with hangers(which I had placed as the buffer), knocking many to the floor, and of course did nothing to pick them up.
I still have to find the contact information for our Loss Prevention department, they'll be pretty interested to hear about how the manager has been coaching the pricers on how to minimize prices on stuff she or her minions want to buy, then stashes it for several days. I'm also still sitting on about 80 photographs of various safety violations, the majority of which are me trapped behind piles of stuff.