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Weighted Responsibility

| USA | Working | September 25, 2013

(I manage the stock room at work. Most of the people I work with are larger, muscular men. We have one female on stock room staff. We jokingly call her ‘Pint Size,’ because despite the fact that she’s pretty small as a person, she can do the job as well as any of us, including heavy lifting. We have two new men starting today, because we’re getting more stuff in for fall/Halloween. We need time to train them before the big holiday rush. We’re processing a shipment.)

New Guy #1: “Hey, what happens when we have something we can’t lift on our own?”

Me: “You need to have someone help you. Why?”

([New Guy #1] points to a large box that says ‘caution: over 70 lbs’ on it.)

Me: “Um… if you can’t lift that, then leave it for one of the others.”

New Guy #2: “Naw, man we got this!”

(They try to lift it together, and can barely get it off the ground. ‘Pint Size’ has been watching the whole time.)

Pint Size: “Oh for the love of—I’ll do it.”

New Guy #1: *standing up to his full height and leering down at her* “This box is more than half your body weight. It’s not physically possible.”

Pint Size: “People routinely lift more than their own body weight on a regular basis.”

New Guy #2: “But you’re a girl.”

(‘Pint Size’ picks up the box without any trouble.)

Pint Size: “And you’re a weakling. Get out of the way.”

(They both stand there staring at her as she hoists the box up onto her shoulder and walks away. They end up being transferred to the sales floor because they end up being in the way more often than not, and they are completely unable to move any of the heavier items around the stock room.)

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A Transfer Of Opinion

| Singapore | Working | September 25, 2013

(My colleague is a very nice, bright, helpful, hardworking person who is the favorite of the boss. She has been recently granted a transfer to another department that she has wanted to be in ever since she started working at my company.)

Colleague: “Hi [Boss], I’ve been approved for a transfer to another department. As you know, I’ve been quite open about working in that department and have asked for a transfer a year ago already.”

Boss: “Okay, okay, when is your last day?”

Colleague: “A month from now.”

Boss: “Okay, I’ll be sad to see you leave.”

(Fast forward a month and a week later. My colleague has been working until after 10 pm daily, and has been coming back on weekends to clear her workload. She has no time to pack her things until her last day, as my boss keeps giving her new projects to handle all the way to the last day, and most of them require months of work to complete. My colleague has to hand over these projects to Colleague #2, on the last day.)

Boss: “[Colleague #2], why are you doing this work? I thought it was supposed to be done by [Colleague].”

Colleague #2: “Well, she has gone to another department, so she handed all these to me before she left.”

Boss: “How dare she! That is so irresponsible! I knew I shouldn’t have taken her into my department. She is so unreliable, and has a bad working attitude! Good riddance to bad rubbish!”

Fifty Shades Of Gandalf The Grey

| AZ, USA | Working | September 25, 2013

(It’s a slow day in the store, so one of my coworkers starts chatting with me while I clean the floor. The topic of conversation shifts to my hobby, which is writing.)

Coworker: “So, [name], what sort of things do you like to write?”

Me: “Oh, I dabble in a bit of everything, really. But mostly, I like to write fantasy.”

Coworker: *excitedly* “You mean, like sexual fantasies?!”

Me: *taken aback* “Umm… no. Like dragons and wizards. Think like Harry Potter or Lord Of The Rings. That kind of fantasy.”

Coworker: *disappointedly* “Oh… that’s weird.”

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Passed A Bar, Not THE Bar

| Richmond, VA, USA | Working | September 25, 2013

(I am currently interning at a traffic court, and witness the following case.)

Judge: “Defendant is charged with reckless driving that caused an accident. How does she plead?”

Public Defender: “She pleads ‘insanity,’ Your Honor!”

(The public defender is full of gusto and it is obviously his first case. The defendant slowly looks at him like he’s a complete moron.)

Defendant: “…I plea no contest, Your Honor… There is no insanity plea in a traffic case.”

Judge: *to the public defender* “And the fact that the defendant is more aware of that than you are worries me.”

Public Defender: “Well, she had to have been insane when she was going 120 miles per hour in a 55—”

Judge: “Your job is to DEFEND her, not PROSECUTE her! Or do you need to go back to law school?”

(The defendant looks utterly appalled and shakes her head at the public defender.)

Defendant: “You’re fired.”

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Customer, Serve Thyself

| Working | September 25, 2013

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