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We Snow Who You Are

, , , , , , | Right | October 20, 2025

This happened somewhere between 2015 and 2020. I worked for a somewhat small municipality. Our “town hall” is spread out over mostly two buildings right next door to one another. One of the departments in the other building processed U.S. Passport applications as one of its services.

On this day, we had just experienced a snowstorm, dropping around six to twelve inches of snow overnight. Our official snow policy was if school is delayed or canceled, employees may also use that same amount of time (up to two hours) without penalty to ensure they get to work safely.

Some employees like to use the whole allotted time (for various reasons: clearing driveways, young kids in school, needing to arrange care, living in smaller towns with poorly maintained roads, etc.), while others still try to get in on time while being safe on the roads, knowing they don’t have to rush. When this does happen, notices are sent out to all the local TV and radio stations of the delay.

Town Hall opens at 8:00 am. I don’t remember if school had a two-hour delay or was canceled, but about half the employees weren’t in right at 8:00 am. I, myself, arrived at around 8:15 am, needing extra time for clearing off my car and the area around it as well as driving 10-15 mph under the speed limit due to the icy and not fully-plowed roads.

As I walked into the building, I saw a resident who looked familiar, angrily complaining to my manager about something before storming off into the parking lot. Curious, I asked what had happened in the fifteen minutes the building had been open.

The resident had an upcoming international trip planned and needed to renew the passports for his whole family, so he showed up next door to that department at 8:00 am only to find the doors were locked because nobody was in at the time.

He stomped over to our building to see if anyone was in, since we were supposed to open at 8:00 am, so he was furious as to why nobody was in next door.

He found my manager, screamed at her for a bit while she stood there with a shocked expression, but quietly allowed him to rant uninterrupted. She explained that due to the storm, some employees were taking a little extra time to get into the offices safely, but they should all be in soon. She also reminded him that passport applications don’t begin until 9:00 am (this is posted on the website and on the door with the hours).

Unsatisfied, the resident demanded, “Don’t you know who I am?!” This is where it all clicked as to why he looked familiar; he was the owner of a chain of local car dealerships, famous for his breed-specific dogs in their commercials. Knowing this, my manager (typically not one to get flustered at angry customers) cheerfully answered, “Yes! You’re [Full Name]!”

Thrown off a bit, he then stormed off into the parking lot, which was when I passed him.

The passport department employees did show up within the hour and were able to process his family’s applications quickly. Surprisingly, he came back to our building to apologize for his behavior earlier, which my manager dismissed as unnecessary, but she thanked him. I had several interactions with him after that incident, and he was never anything but polite and personable those other times, so I chalked it up to travel and weather-related stress.

I told my mother what he had said to my manager (“Don’t you know who I am?!”). And now, years later, whenever his commercials come on and we’re in the same room, she always blurts out, “I know who he is!”

The Saga Of The Severance

, , , , , , , , | Working | CREDIT: Stu_Goddard | October 20, 2025

I was working for a small tech company that created and sold its own software to a niche market. Nothing extraordinary about that. We had a main client with eighty different locations. The people in these locations were not tech-savvy, and the software front-end was pretty simple as a result.

At the start of each day, the locations had to “start the day,” which basically involved entering the date and some opening figures. The client wanted this to be a manual process, even though it was basically entering the figures from the “end the day.”

There was one person who was on call for the support phone, and he had been doing so for about two years. Personally, I thought he was crazy for agreeing to be on call for such a length of time. What I didn’t know was that he didn’t get paid any extra for this. He was getting calls at all sorts of crazy hours over this time. He was having some disagreement with the manager, and one day just walked out after having had enough.

The manager then calls me in and says he needs somebody to take over tech support while they find a new person. The manager was a bit of a pompous fool who disliked the people of the country he had moved to and thought us all idiots. Anyway, he agreed to pay me the other guy’s salary on top of my own while I did both jobs.

We were the idiots, not him, don’t forget. I didn’t exactly trick him, but I didn’t tell him the mistake he was making either, and got him to send it in an email and have it agreed.

Part of the duty was to have a 24-hour phone, but as I was getting double pay, that didn’t bother me at first. The agreement with the client was that if they called the number and it was not a software issue but a problem between the chair and the PC, they would be charged €2k for the call, and the person answering would get €300.

So from my point of view, I was getting double pay and €300 bonus pay, maybe, but the phone shouldn’t ring as I knew the work we were doing and there weren’t emergency software fixes happening. 

There were no calls in the first week, but in the second week, I got a call from Bob in a particular location at 5 AM.

Bob: “I can’t open the day!”

So, I dial in and see he simply hadn’t done anything, and walk him through the steps on how to do it.

I have been on site in this location before for about two months; the instructions are literally taped to the wall above the monitor. I know Bob pretty well, and he is not the brightest. So, I just verified the instructions are still on the wall and said he should just follow the instructions, and as I didn’t want to get him in trouble with the charge, I wouldn’t put the call down as chargeable.

I tell my manager when I go in what happened.

Manager: “Good boy, it didn’t take you long anyway.”

Me: “If it happens again, I’ll warn Bob before I look and will charge.”

My manager gives me a bit of a weird look, but I ignore it. The next day, at 5 AM, Bob rings again.

Me: “If this is the same issue as yesterday, there’ll be a charge.”

Bob: “No, it’s not, it’s a real bug!”

I dial in and look… he hasn’t done anything. I do the standard actions, and there are no issues.

Bob: “You must be doing something different.”

I go in and tell the manager what happened and that this is chargeable.

Manager: “I’ll look after it.”

So, great, an extra €300 in my paycheck.

The next day, Bob rings at 5 AM again.

Me: “Bob, if this is the same issue, it’s chargeable.”

Same issue again. I tell my manager that it’s another €300 for being woken up. This continues until Sunday.

Monday morning comes around, and there’s no 5 AM call, so I think they were warned by billing, and I’m glad not to be woken again.

Monday night at 11 PM, I get a call from Bob.

Bob: “I can’t get close of day to work!”

I have a look, and he has done nothing. I can see he hasn’t even logged into the PC, as with the other times. I go to bed at least knowing I won’t get a call, as Bob won’t be working the morning shift.

At 5 AM, I get a call from John in a different location.

John: “I can’t open the day!”

5:15 AM, Ted calls.

Ted: “Same problem here!”

5:30 AM, it’s Fred.

Fred: “Yeah, can’t open the day either!”

All the same issue; no attempts to even log in. I’m wide awake now and wondering what has just happened. I look up the area, and these locations are all in one region run by one regional manager.

I told my manager about the issue.

Manager: “You’re starting to sound like the other guy who walked out. You’re 24-hour support — what did you expect would happen?” 

I try to explain that it’s 24-hour EMERGENCY support and that the company has run up an €8k bill in 24 hours, and he laughs.

Manager: “We don’t charge for the calls!”

I go back to the email agreement he sent and check; we ARE meant to charge, and I’m meant to get €300 per such call. I try to talk to the manager, but he doesn’t want to listen. The calls keep happening for open and close, so I can’t get a full night’s sleep. I contacted the guy who left.

Former Tech: “The manager never charged nor paid the bonus. I lived like that for two years before finally cracking up and quitting.”

I put up with it for the remainder of the month. I get my paycheck and am only paid marginally more than normal — the difference between my wage and the guy who quit.

I go to the accountant/HR guy (small company) and show him the email and fill in the bonus documents, which I had the manager sign off.

Accountant: “There’s no way you should be getting so much money!”

Me: “It’s all agreed and signed by the manager.”

He agrees it’s all above board, but the manager had obviously made a mistake. I point out that I was working overtime doing both jobs, along with the out-of-hours calls. The manager is called in, and he agrees my wage should be doubled, but not the bonus payment, since they didn’t charge the client.

Accountant: “Then why aren’t they being charged?”

They start arguing with each other, ignoring me and getting very shouty.

I leave them to it and contact the regional manager of the client to just ask why all their managers are calling the emergency line for such basic stuff.

Regional Manager: “I told them to because they pay for support.”

As he is the client, I am polite and say nothing to him about how wrong he is.

I go back to my manager to find him still fighting with the accountant. I explain why we are getting so many calls. My manager talks to the client and comes back saying there will be investigations.

So, Bob was always running late, and what he would do was ring from home to have the software started so he didn’t have to be there, and other people had keys to open up. There had been a regional meeting at some point, and he told the other managers his secret, including closing up quickly and getting us to close up the software so he could call from his car on the way home.

Bob was brighter than I thought.

My manager gets bawled out for the hours he had the other guy work, then for the ridiculous payment he agreed with me, and for not charging the client. They come back to me and tell me they would like to renegotiate wages.

Me: “I didn’t want the phone in the first place, and I only agreed to have it while you filled the role.”

My manager had told them he had replaced him with me, and it was now part of my job, so he had saved money for a minor pay rise.

This is all taking time. I am in my second month of double pay, and I have had more calls for non-emergency issues, including somebody having caps lock on when entering their password.

The paycheck comes in, and I have extra money, but only the extra money for the first month without the bonuses. I go to see my manager and the accountant again.

Me: “What’s going on?”

Manager: “We negotiated a different deal with you.”

Me: “Show me it, and my signature.”

They had put together an agreement, but never showed it to me or had me agree. They realise they have made another mistake and ask me to sign it there and then without fully reading it.

Me: “I’ll review it.”

They keep insisting I sign it without reading it fully. I refuse, and they get really mad, threatening to fire me.

In my country, you can’t fire somebody easily due to a raft of laws. There are also a host of laws on working hours. They were currently breaking these laws by having me on call and then coming in on time after getting a call at 5 AM.

I leave and go read the proposal. They were trying to get me to do both jobs for a very small pay rise, remove the bonus, and wanted me to be on call 24/7, which included a no-drinking clause and must be thirty minutes away from my laptop at any given time.

H*** no.

I walk back.

Me: “No to the agreement. I’d like all payments addressed by the end of the week as per the agreement I did sign, including the bonus payments, €6k by now.”

They get really mad and threaten to fire me. I give them the highlighted legislation showing they had made me work over seventy hours a week for two months, refused to honour my contract, and had no grounds to fire me.

The manager then uses a racial slur, but as the accountant and I are of the same nationality, hearing it said in anger makes him flip out. They start yelling at each other.

I wait until they calm down.

Me: “It’s very difficult to fire me now, given what the manager just said. Are you going to deny he said that?”

The accountant looks at me and says nothing. I am furious and leave. I walk into the managing director’s office. The office is close to the others, so he’s heard the shouting.

Me: “Can we talk?”

He plays cute by pretending he doesn’t know there’s an issue with anything. I explain everything and top it off with the racial slur. The managing director is confident until that point. 

As said, the pompous manager is from another country. I am Irish in Ireland. My manager was a former British Air Force something or other who would say things like “What, what” and “Tally-ho.” He moved to Ireland for this job as part of some strange deal; his former employer bought our software shortly before he left and joined our company.

I basically say I will not return to the office with the manager there.

Me: “He will have to give me a written apology before I will. If they do not sort out the money as agreed, I will file a case against them in the labour courts, where I would easily win based on the hours worked. Having racial abuse from the Englishman in an Irish Labour Court would work so definitively against them, and if he testified, he’d only make it worse.”

No surprise, the manager refuses to write an apology but has the gall to ring me to apologise, saying it would be much better and “personal” over the phone.

I let him say his piece, which is less an apology and more an explanation of how I should not be so sensitive; all recorded.

Me: “I don’t care what you think. You have to give me a written apology if I am to return. Your call.”

After lots of talk back and forth with the managing director, I made it clear:

Me: “I want all money paid and a written apology from the manager, or he be fired. I won’t return until this is addressed.”

They need me back as my work is building up. About a week passes, and they ask me to come back in as the manager has been fired.

I return; they give me a cheque for the money owed and say everything is okay. I don’t trust them, but it all appears above board, even though I know they’ll want to get rid of me the first chance they get.

I start working, and as I do various parts of my system admin, I can see that my ex-manager is still on the network. I see what he’s accessing, and it is quite apparent he’s working on a tender from the company, i.e., not fired. I laugh to myself.

As we are a small company, the phones are redirected from the reception to other phones. You can do this from your desk to your own phone. I redirect the reception phone to my desk when I see the managing director heading out of the office and kick the manager off the network because I’ve been told he doesn’t work there.

Five minutes later, my phone rings.

Manager: “I can’t connect to the network! I’m working on something very important!”

The guy is so ignorant, he doesn’t even notice it’s me who answered.

Me: “I kicked you off the network because you don’t work here.”

Manager: “I do work there.”

Me: “Not what the managing director told me, because you were so pathetic that you couldn’t write an apology, he told me they fired you.”

Manager: “Stop being ridiculous. They obviously told you that and have me working from home now.”

Me: “Well, somebody is lying. and I hope it is you.”

Manager: “Nobody is lying.”

Me: “So you are both fired, and still working for the company?”

Manager: “Listen, Paddy, put me through to [Managing Director].”

My name is not Paddy, so this is a racial slur, depending on how you say it.

Me: “Another racial slur, seems like you need to write me two apologies now.”

Manager: “Stop being such a [string of slurs]!”

Me: “I am hanging up now, but I will surely use this recording as proof of your abusive behaviour.”

I rang the managing director on his mobile to say that the manager was somehow still on our system, and then he rang me and was abusive to me again. I ask if I should contact the police, as he seems to be unhinged, insisting that he still works there. [Managing Director] asks me to let him back on to the network.

Me: “No problem, I am going home now and will see you in the labour court, and I now have a recording of the manager racially insulting me. I also have a chain of emails where you said he was fired because of it, yet on my first day back, I received the same abuse.”

While I was off, I found out I could get double my salary by becoming an independent consultant. I had a contract lined up to start in four weeks.

I get a call from the managing director asking to meet me, I agree to meet him in a coffee shop. He tries to apologise for lying, but thought it was a good solution to have the manager no longer be in the office, as we would never see each other. 

I disagreed and asked what his solution was now. He goes on about how I would never see or talk to the manager again.

I didn’t agree and said they could make me redundant and give me a generous severance package. Eventually, that was agreed upon, and I was going to finish up in two weeks’ time after handing over my workload.

I got a year’s salary and had a job lined up, so I was happy. There was a gentleman’s agreement that I wouldn’t go to court, which I did abide by. If I really wanted to, I could have gone to court and gotten more, most likely.

Fueling My Faith In Humanity

, , , , , , | Right | CREDIT: Miss_Molly_Magpie | October 18, 2025

I have worked in customer service for years, and as you can imagine, have suffered much abuse.

I was in a gas station I did not work at and grabbed something I needed off the bottom shelf. I habitually pulled the next couple of items forward to make it easier for the next person to get to.

Seeing this, a man assumed I worked there. He proceeds to start yelling (yes, actually yelling) at me about the price of the quarts of oil. Sarcasm is my second language, so I brightly say to him:

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, when I’m in charge of the prices, I’ll be sure to get that changed for you.”

And then I prepared for the backlash.

To his credit and my utter amazement, he stops himself and says:

Customer: “You’re right. You have nothing to do with the prices, and I apologize.”

I tell him no worries and let him know there’s a box store down the street that would have lower prices. He said that’s okay, he was in a hurry, went to the cashier, made his purchase and thanked them, and then went on his way.

I stood in shock for a moment, my faith in humanity temporarily restored. Still makes me smile when I think of him.

Rage, Refund, Redemption

, , , , , | Right | CREDIT: ExpertTexpertChoking | September 18, 2025

Back when I worked as a manager at a grocery store, I usually ran customer service, but when it got busy, I’d hop on a register.

One night, I jumped on a till and rang up a huge order for a big guy; full beard, camo hat, straight out of Duck Dynasty. He was huffing and puffing, clearly in a bad mood.

As I was finishing, he looked at the root beer he’d just bought.

Customer: “Diet? I didn’t want diet. You know what, forget it. I don’t want any of this s*** anymore. Just take it all back.”

I was struggling to figure out why this was 1.) my fault, and 2.) why he couldn’t just swap the soda for the regular one.

Normally in these cases, I’d process a refund for the full amount on the receipt. But since this guy was being a real jerk, I decided to scan and return each item individually. He got more and more furious.

Customer: “Hurry the f*** up!”

Me: “Sorry, man, it has to go through our system.”

Customer: “GIVE ME THE F****** MONEY!”

Security immediately came up front. I just laughed.

Me: “That’s not how it works.”

We eventually finished; he took his cash, and stormed out. 

A week later, I was back on register and guess who ended up in my line. The guy saw me, tried to bail, but the other lines were packed. Finally, it was his turn.

Customer: “Hey man, I’m really sorry about the other day. I was having a bad day, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

I was surprised, but I smiled.

Me: “Hey man, s*** happens. No worries.”

Now he’s always super polite when he comes in!

The Wifi Password Is Schadenfreude

, , , , , | Right | CREDIT: airbusman5514 | September 17, 2025

Up until about a year ago, I worked at a Holiday Inn in a large college town. The nearby university had a lot of international students in engineering and aviation, so foreign guests weren’t uncommon during orientation and tour season.

One of those guests was a German woman. In English, she was perfectly pleasant. In German… not so much.

Her check-in went smoothly at first. We were making small talk about where she was from when she got a phone call, presumably from her husband. As the old story goes, she immediately started badmouthing me in German while I continued her check-in.

She called me everything from “fette Schlampe” (“fat b****”) to “Fotze” (“c***”), sometimes in the same sentence. I just smiled and carried on.

What she didn’t know: I’d studied German for six years in middle school, high school, and college.

So, after she signed her registration card, I launched into my normal spiel… but this time, in flawless German:

Me: *In German.* “Thanks for signing. Here’s your key, you’re on the sixth floor. Your room’s to the left off the elevator and down the hall. Pool’s on the third floor, breakfast is in the restaurant behind you. Here’s the WiFi password. See? I speak German, too.”

Her eyes widened into saucers. I didn’t know people could turn that shade of red. Her husband burst out laughing; I’m guessing he’d heard me. She sputtered “tut mir leid” (“I’m sorry”) before scurrying to the elevator.

Later, she came back down and gave me a genuine apology. Reverting to German, I told her I thought it was funny and that her reaction was all the payoff I needed.

She was much nicer throughout the rest of her stay.