Red Alert!

, , , | Right | August 8, 2020

A customer enters the store and asks me for the pricing on an auto part.

Me: “All right, what year, make, and model is the vehicle you are working on?”

Customer: “Oh, I won’t be doing the work; I’ll have a friend of mine who knows cars do that.”

Me: “All right, so what year, make, and model car do you need the part for?”

Customer: *Blank stare* “It’s red.”

Hatred Is Branching Out

, , , , | Right | August 8, 2020

I work for a company that has two stores within four miles of each other. I get a phone call from a customer requesting the part number for an item; after determining the part number, I tell the customer the number and the price. Then, this happens.

Me: “Would you like me to put that part on hold for you?”

Customer: “No, that’s all right. I’m looking at it on the shelf right now.”

Me: “Um…”

Customer: “I’m in your other store. I just hate the people here and didn’t want to talk to them.”


, , , , | Right | August 8, 2020

I work in a tie store. Store policy dictates that we ask for ID with every card transaction since our machine won’t take debit. Right before high school dances, we have a lot of teenage boys that come in to buy their ties.

Me: “That will be $12.80.”

The teenager hands me his card.

Me: “Can I see your ID, please?”

Teen: *Blank look* “You have to be a certain age to buy a tie?”

Me: “No… I have to check your ID against your card.”

Teen: “Oh.”

He handed me his ID, still looking confused. I have definitely decided that the younger generation is getting stupider.

Recruitment, Harassment; What’s The Difference?

, , , , | Working | August 8, 2020

While looking for a new job, I’m contacted online by what appears to be a recruiter. I phrase it like that because his profile doesn’t actually say that but rather something along the lines of “anonymous start-up”.

The job description he sends me is a PDF without headers or even different font sizes, making it look more like notes, and contains lines like “search for someone with Dutch citizenship.” Wow, just a copy of what he received from the company, apparently.

Still, the job looks potentially interesting, so I send my resume. After some questions like how many years of experience I have — which can be found in my resume — it becomes clear that the recruiter doesn’t speak English very well. It turns out that he’s Indian. Who cares, but it does add a bit of challenge to communications.

The next week, I get a call on my Monday off and he asks if I can come in for an interview the next day. Obviously, I can’t. I tell him that, at the earliest, I might become available that Friday, but I need to check tomorrow — Tuesday.

Come Tuesday at 9:15, I get a call to confirm my 14:00 interview on Friday. Wait, what? I tell him I couldn’t confer with my manager and coworkers yet and he texts me several times that day badgering me for confirmation, which I give at the end of the day.

I’m a bit annoyed with the recruiter, but I’m willing to put up with something for a new job.

The next day, he sends me the appointment details from an email address which is just his name at [Mail Server]. At this point, I decide to look up the company online because it looks sketchy as h***. The company and position seem legit, though, so I move on. He also tells me the budget the company has for this new position. This is… novel, but I’ll take it as good intentions and a bit of cultural difference.

The interview is pleasant enough, but it’s a bit challenging since the manager also turns out to be Indian with a very thick accent and limited English. He mentions that it would be greatly appreciated and sometimes required that I join in with certain third-party meetings since many higher-ups in the company are straight from India and both the language and culture are still difficult for them.

I decide the job is not what I’m looking for because it doesn’t offer enough technical challenges. 

I let the recruiter know this through text and this is where the fun really begins. He mentions that if I took the job, I would soon be promoted to [position X], a title that I have never heard of after fifteen years in the industry.

Out of curiosity and politeness, and slightly intrigued by a higher position, I agree to postpone my decision. There is a catch, though. This is insider information which he is sharing “because I’m his friend” and I shouldn’t discuss it with anyone from the company.

This is the start of two weeks during which I get at least daily calls and texts asking if I have changed my mind. I keep declining because I’m not going to accept a job offer with an unsubstantiated promise from a third party to get promoted to a job for which I have received no description whatsoever and which, frankly, sounds fake to me.

He keeps offering more money, mentioning what a great opportunity it is, etc., and even lets/makes me speak to employees at different locations and HR, but when I ask them about the new position, they just get confused — the language barrier doesn’t help — and the recruiter chastises me that I should keep quiet about it.

Eventually, I’ve had enough and tell the recruiter very definitely, NO! I don’t want to take this position.

At some point, the recruiter had given me the manager’s telephone number, so I decide to text the manager and explain that I rejected the offer because of the technical level of the position, and I also tell the story of what the recruiter has told me, that he wanted me to keep quiet, and that this kind of insistence is considered quite rude in Holland. I send him the full log of my text conversations with the recruiter as proof and clarification.

The manager asks for a brief telephone conversation, during which he explains that is rather confused since he was told I was very interested. We summarize our respective stories and wrap it up.

I’m writing this the next morning, hoping the recruiter isn’t going to contact me anymore, and I really hope the manager took my advice and won’t be using these kinds of recruiters going forward.

That’s What He Said… Over And Over Again

, , , , , | Right | August 8, 2020

I am a customer waiting for the cashier. A middle-aged man is currently being checkout by a young woman. He pays with credit, and as soon as he puts the card in, he pulls it out.

Customer: “Oops! I got an error! I pulled it out too fast!”

Cashier: “That’s okay; let me reset this.”

Customer: “I’m sorry, I pulled it out too fast.”

Cashier: “Okay, please try again.”

Customer: *Stares at the cashier* “I pulled it out too fast.”

Cashier: “It happens a lot.”

The man chuckles, pays, and begins to bag his stuff.

Me: “…”