Management Style

There were no customers in the store at one point, so the boys did what they do: throw things around. Playing catch is a normal thing for them (and by "them" I don't just mean the two I was working with but all boys who work at the store), but they weren't playing catch. They were trying to knock a stuffed animal off its stand with a soft ball. I was the supervisor today, so when I walked by, one of them offered an apology of sorts:

Him: Sorry, Jen. We're just miscreants.

Me: Oh well.

Him: Cool. (pause) Game on, then.

When there is actual work to do, they listen to me better than they listen to the other supervisors. Whether it's my age or disposition or experience, I couldn't tell you. But they weren't hurting anything or near anything breakable, so why end their fun?