This one isn’t about customers, but rather management.
I’m currently stuck in the middle of a territorial pissing match between two managers, in which I’ve somehow become the person in the middle. I’m getting diametrically opposed instructions from both, both of whom flip their shit if I don’t do exactly what THEY said. Then they both want to call me and bitch about each other.
As a child of an acrimonious divorce, this is giving me the kind of anxiety that makes me want to curl up in a fetal ball underneath my desk.
I need an emergency supply of chocolate and anti anxiety meds, stat. Advice and similar stories would be nice, too.
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