I really do hate my manager. The last time I had work with him, he was supposed to close the store, and made me do it, which isn't that big of a deal except when he decided it was important, yet again, to teach me how to count coins.

I told him I didn't think it mattered how I counted the money, and he was like, yes, but I PREFER it, and repeated himself when I tried to counter it again.

I'm incoherent about this because I can't see past the rage I have at him trying to control how I do things. Like, okay, you have policies and procedures about how the store is run, and I'll follow that because it's your store, but telling me how to count things? That, to me, is crossing the line, because you're imposing your personal preference on me. It has no functional reason other than the fact that you just want it that way.

Normally, I'd close without you breathing down my neck anyway, and I've been able to do it my way successfully, so back the fuck off until you show me it's actually better rather than just some weird anal tick of yours that you need to get the fuck over.