Entitlement: Why The World Can’t Have Nice Things

, , , , , , , | Friendly | July 5, 2019

I retired at age sixty, not rich, but comfortable. I lived alone in my house, as my wife had passed and my kids moved out long before. But instead of downsizing, as everyone tried to convince me to do, I decided to take a different path. I converted my basement into a small bachelor-style apartment. Very small. It had just a kitchenette, bathroom with shower, laundry room, and one living space. I got the basics that someone would need: microwave, towels, plates and bowls, and a few food items.

I then started visiting some local charities, a soup kitchen, and a homeless shelter. I volunteered a few times, but spent time getting to know a few people that were in need. After talking to one particular man, I decided to put my retirement scheme into action, and offer for him to stay in my basement apartment to get him back on his feet. He was obviously thrilled and grateful, and we wrote up a rental agreement: three months for free followed by three months at a very small price — about the cost of a single night in a decent hotel — if he hadn’t found something better by then. The only real limits I put in were that he was to be the only tenant, and I would enter to use the laundry once a week at an agreed time.

It started fantastically. My new tenant and I were becoming friends, and he was getting his life sorted out. He got a job within walking distance. He began to look healthier and happier. After three months, he said he would rather stay, which was fine by me, and he paid the agreed rent for month number four. Then, it started to fall apart.

He stopped talking to me when we crossed paths. He began to complain when I used the laundry, even though I never did it unannounced. When rent for month five came around, he complained that it should still be free and paid only part of the agreed price. As month six arrived, I found out he had no intention of leaving or paying. I’m not sure what changed, or why. I’m convinced there was no alcohol or drug use. But he became angry with me, saying that I should have done more if I really wanted to help him.

After seven months, and being paid rent for only one and a half of them, I had to evict him. It required the presence of police and the changing of locks, and afterward, he came by the house at random times for weeks. It was an indescribable nightmare.

I had originally intended to do the same thing for a different needy person every year, having the tenant during the cold Canadian months. But this was four years ago, and I haven’t had a tenant since.

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Seasonal Holiday Workers Surprised When Told They Have To Work The Holidays

, , , , , | Working | November 7, 2018

(It’s the end of September and the store where I work starts taking applications for temporary seasonal workers. My boyfriend and I are out on a double date with his best friend and his new girlfriend, when the topic of work comes up and I casually mention this fact. As it turns out, the new girlfriend has never held a job before, is looking to get a bit of experience, and asks if I could get her an application. The next day, I pick up an application after my shift is over and head back to the apartment my boyfriend and I share to find that his best friend and his girlfriend have stopped by for an impromptu video game night. I hand her the application, instruct her to fill it out, and head over to the store the next day to turn it in. As she isn’t interested in video games like the rest of us, she spends the evening filling out the application. I think nothing more of it until she has a question.)

Girlfriend: “So, what do I do about time off requests?”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Girlfriend: “I have plans to go back to my parents for the holidays this year. They’ve already bought the plane tickets, so I can’t exactly cancel on them. They’d understand, right?”

Me: “I’m sure they’d understand, but as you’re applying for temporary seasonal work, how long you’ll be gone may affect their decision to consider you. If it’s only for a couple of days for Christmas or something, you might be fine, but I would certainly bring it up if you get called for an interview.”

Girlfriend: “It’s… not exactly for a couple of days.”

(It turns out this girl is planning on going back home for a week for Thanksgiving, meaning she won’t be available to work Thanksgiving Day or Black Friday. She is also planning to go home for two weeks for Christmas and New Year’s, meaning she won’t be around for the last couple of shopping days before Christmas and any post-holiday sales or returns. Everyone knows those are the busiest times in retail, and it is because of the increase in business that stores hire temporary seasonal employees. I want to be tactful, but I end up blurting out the obvious.)

Me: “So, what you’re saying is you’ll be away for Thanksgiving Day as well as Black Friday, one of the busiest shopping days of the year, and you’ll be gone right before and after Christmas, which are always super busy?”

Girlfriend: “Well, yeah, but I’m fine with that. I’ve seen the videos, and I’ve heard the horror stories about Black Friday, and you’ve got to be crazy if you think I’d agree to work on a day like that for minimum wage.”

Me: *dumbfounded* “I should probably tell you that the job only lasts between ten to eleven weeks. If you’re already planning on being gone for three of those weeks, and those three weeks happen to be during the busiest times of the season, there’s probably a good chance they won’t consider you. I’m not saying you need to change your plans or anything, but I don’t want you to be surprised if you don’t get a call back for an interview. And that’s not just at [Store where I work]; that’s any retailer looking for temporary seasonal help.”

(The girlfriend submitted her application, anyway. No surprise that she didn’t get a call back for an interview.)

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Unfiltered Story #118250

, , , | Unfiltered | August 18, 2018

My grandparents live in an apartment building that residents have to have a scannable card to unlock the entrance to the building. Non-residents would press the button at the entrance, and talk to the receptionist through that device. The receptionist would ask some questions, and then contact the residents before letting the guests in. This is because it’s connected to a commercial center.

My grandparents are so respectable to the building staff that they give them additional cards so their guests can come more conveniently. But not all of the staff knows it. My mother has one though she doesn’t live there.

One time, she forgot to bring the card, so she had to call the receptionist. The receptionist picked up and asked questions; my mother answered normally. Then they hung up to contact my grandparents in the apartment. Note that there is no camera that I know of and the guests don’t talk directly to the residents; the receptionist talks to each of them.

After a short moment, they came back and asked if my mother is the maid of my grand-aunt’s. They have the same name, so I assume that my grandparents were not aware that my mother was coming and thought about the maid because my grandaunt came frequently.

The receptionist asked just like a part of the process. But my mother didn’t answer it and got furious: “I am their daughter! Just let me in!”

With this new information, the receptionist should have ask my grandparents again. But they didn’t get all needed information from my mother and just unlocked. So from my point of view, my mother demanded special treatment for her carelessness in doing something against the rules.

Unfiltered Story #113064

, , | Unfiltered | May 27, 2018

(This one is my bad. My apartment complex has the option to pay rent online, which I prefer, and recently revamped their site. Basically, this just meant that I had to register and set up my payment account like when I first moved in, no big deal. But I made a typo in my bank account number when I set up the payment account and so my rent payment was returned to me with a notice to pay again – with an added ‘return payment fee’ of $35. Understandably, when I received this notice I was confused and upset. $35 is a lot to a college student. It doesn’t really matter what I wrote to the apartment management. I was certainly not awful but there was some definite passive aggression and not-so-subtle finger-pointing. I had indicated that I was upset that apparently they had charged my account without checking with the bank that my submitted info was accurate. This is why we don’t send emails when we’re upset, kids. ;P Here was the manager’s response.)

Manager: Unfortunately, we cannot confirm bank account information. When you set up your payment account we take the info you put into the system and it is then sent to the bank for completion. Only the bank can confirm this info. They tell us whether or not the info is accurate either allow or deny a transaction. We are not a bank so we don’t know what that info might be. Does that make sense?

As far as the fee goes, it’s costly when a business runs inaccurate info and comes back as non-account. That fee is then passed along to the account holder. I am happy to waive it as a one time courtesy.

Me: Thank you for the explanation. I apologize if I came off as short with you.

Manager: It’s not a problem. Payment issues are always frustrating! Enjoy your weekend!

Me: They are! If I mess it up a second time, I’ll really deserve to pay that fee. Thanks for the understanding.

(Maybe it seems like a small thing, but she handled my situation so calmly and logically that everything de-escalated pretty much immediately. It’s honestly a huge relief! Once I’d cooled down, I felt so guilty about sending that first email that I was really just glad that her response gave me an opportunity to apologize. Kudos to that woman.)

He’s Bringing Home A Nine

, , , | Friendly | December 4, 2017

(This takes place years ago, in college. I am renting a three-bedroom apartment with two other guys. My best friend and I are sharing the master bedroom, so we can rent the last bedroom to a fourth guy to save money. One of the numerous people who rents that room is a very good-looking guy that studies law, has everything paid by his parents, and obviously doesn’t have to work. All his free time is spent going to bars and pubs and bringing back women. When he does this, he always makes a show of presenting us by name and making us shake hands with his flavor of the week [if not day], and then he simply slips off to his bedroom that is, fortunately, very well sound-isolated. While we’re washing the dishes:)

Friend: “You know, I used to love Fridays, but now I know I’ll have to meet yet another ephemeral woman that will steal my coffee tomorrow morning.”

Me: “I’m wondering if he’s trying to rub it in our face, even though I don’t care.”

Friend: “What? You don’t care?”

Me: “Honestly, if I was good-looking, rich like he is, and I didn’t have a girlfriend, I would probably do the same. No, what gets to me is the fact he’s NEVER brought back the same woman twice, AND he always has to present that person to us as if he’s looking for an everlasting bond going forward.”

Friend: “That’s what I’m saying! Look, he’s been here, what… a month, maybe five weeks? And he’s already at the eighth woman.”

Me: “Oh, I hadn’t counted. Mmhh, so tonight would be the ninth?

Friend: “Yes.”

Me: “…I think I’ll just stay in front of the computer tonight and play games.”

Friend: “Good frigging idea. I’ll just sit in bed to read a book instead of being in the living room. I don’t want to see him tonight.”

(The subject dies and I start playing my video game on our PC in our bedroom. The game is online, competitive, and intense, and requires pretty much all of my concentration. The guy in question enters the apartment. Unfortunately, the bedroom door is ajar and the front door is in line with our door on my left. My roommate is reading on the bed behind me, away from view. The guy heads toward me with a girl in tow, but I haven’t even noticed they are here because I have headphones on.)

Guy: “Hey, [My Name], I want you to meet [Girl]. She’s—”

Me: *playing and totally in the zone* “Yeah, yeah… Hi, Number Nine.” *halfheartedly waves left hand to them, barely even looking*

(A moment ticks, then my head jerks up upon realizing what I just said and did. I turn my head slowly to the left to meet their gaze, mouth agape trying but failing to find something to say. She has a perplexed look on her face, but he lunges angrily to close our bedroom door while staring me dead in the eyes.)

Friend: *trying not to laugh* “…‘Hi, Number Nine?’”

Me: “I was… He… It came out on its own. I didn’t… I would never…”

Friend: *laughs loudly enough for the whole building to hear*

(I put some clothes on and fled the apartment to my girlfriend’s to avoid him at all costs. The guy told us he would be looking for another place during the weekend, and left the place at the end of that month. I don’t think I would have been able to come up with an objection even if I wanted to.)

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