Being A Senior Does Not Give You Seniority

, , , | Right | May 1, 2019

(I work at a senior assisted living home. We have a schedule for our residents every day, with certain events at certain times.)

Resident: “So, is [event] at the front desk, then?”

Me: “It’s in the front lobby, at 9:30, near the front desk.”

Resident: “So, it’s now, then? Everybody’s ready.”

(No one else is around.)

Me: *looks up at the huge clock behind desk* “No, it’s only twenty after eight. You have an hour and ten minutes until it starts! You could go have some coffee in the dining room or—“

Resident: *cuts me off* “No, we’re ready now.”

Me: “That’s great, but it doesn’t start for an hour and ten minutes yet.”

Resident: “Well, it should start now, because we’re ready.”

(She continued on that way for a good ten minutes. It’s great that you’re excited for the event, but entitled much?! And no one else ever did show up to be part of the “we” that was supposedly ready.)

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Monkeying Around With Windows

, , , , , | Legal | April 27, 2019

(I’m sitting at my desk at work, typing away, minding my own business, when the phone rings. I pick up the call and hear my very favorite line.)

Caller: “Hello, this is Windows Technical Support. I am calling about a problem with your computer.”

Me: *cue troll-face* “No, you’re not.”

Caller: *pauses* “Yes, ma’am. I am calling because your computer has reported a virus.”

Me: “My computer has gained self-awareness and reported its own problem?!”

Caller: *pauses and I can hear the confusion* “This is Windows Technical Support, ma’am.”

Me: *legs crossed, trying not to pee laughing* “No, it’s not. Do people seriously fall for this anymore? You guys have really got to get honest work.”

Caller: *pauses again* “This is not a scam.”

Me: “Yeah. It really is. I’m not stupid. Have you heard of karma? Because you’re getting a lot of the bad kind right now.”

Caller: *mumbles something under his breath I can’t make out* “Are you mad, ma’am? Are you mad?”

Me: *almost explodes into a giggle-fit* “Yes, actually. I’m mad you keep calling my place of employment and interrupting my day.”

(I’m actually not mad at all. This is my favorite thing ever: to mess with scammers.)

Caller: “You are mad! You are a mad monkey!”

Me: *almost chokes* “I’m sorry, what?”

Caller: “YOU ARE A MAD MONKEY! A MAD MONKEY!” *starts screaming in another language and hangs up*

Me: *dissolves into a five-minute-long laughing fit*

(He honest-to-god called me a mad monkey. I thought I was going to pass out from laughing. That was much more entertaining than the one who called me a stupid b****. God, I hope he or his friends call back soon.)

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Hell? I’m Already There

, , , , , | Right | April 13, 2019

(I work part-time as a home health aide. I have a client who’s a former professor and used to be a delight. Lately, however, he’s been trying to engage me in religious debates, even though I’ve told him I don’t like discussing such matters. He also has a rigid and very unkind interpretation of religious morality, which I am dismayed to discover.)

Client: “How do you feel about gay people going to Hell?”

Me: “I’ve told you, I don’t believe in Hell.”

Client: “But what if it’s true, and people go to Hell for being gay?”

Me: “Then I guess I’m going to Hell.”

Client: “But if you stop and ask forgiveness, you could go to Heaven.”

Me: “I have a feeling I’d prefer the company in Hell, actually.”

Client: “But—“

Me: “Do you want a caregiver who’s straight?”

Client: “No, I like you. I want to help you! That’s why I pray for you.”

Me: “Listen. You can do whatever you want when I’m not here. But debating the morality of my sexuality is not happening. If you talk about my sexuality again, I will quit.”

Client: *chuckles*

Me: “I’m not joking.”

(He dropped the subject after that. I’d been warned months before when I first took him on that getting aides to stay with him was difficult. Up until this incident, I’d been thoroughly confused as to why.)

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Obey Corporate Like Sheep

, , , , , | Working | March 14, 2019

For whatever reason, our corporate office sent us a life-size statue of a sheep. Our business is assisted living; we have nothing whatsoever to do with sheep or sheep products. Our local mascots are not sheep. There is really no local sheep industry in the area. So, basically, it’s just a random sheep. They never told us why they sent it.

I should mention at this point that although it is life-size, it doesn’t look real at all. It’s entirely a lovely cream color, but has no eye color, hoof color, etc. It’s the one solid color. And yet, I have had no less than four people say something along the lines of, “Oh! I thought it was real!” in complete, honest-to-God seriousness.

So, we moved it outside and put a scarf on it in the colors of the local university, just for fun. I kind of forgot it was there until not a week after it was out there and a lady came in and went, “There’s a sheep in your yard!” She honestly thought we had a live-a** sheep just hanging out in our yard with no fence, right next to a busy road, in the middle of the d*** city.

You’d think this would be the end of the story, but it’s not. Just yesterday, we got another huge box delivered. Guess what was in the box?

Yep, another sheep. I have no idea what the f*** is happening.

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The Hotel D’Mentia

, , , , | Healthy | March 11, 2019

(This happens when I am just 17 years old. I get a summer job, one of my first jobs ever, in a retirement home serving coffee and tea in the public living room during the afternoons. This interaction happens with one of the residents. She has Alzheimer’s but I do not know that at the time, and it is one of my first times interacting with someone in that condition.)

Elderly Lady: *very politely* “May I inquire if it is possible for me to stay in the same room one more night?”

Me: *a bit confused, since she lives here* “Um, this is not a hotel, so your room is yours, of course.”

Elderly Lady: “No, I booked a room here and I would like to pay for one more night’s stay, please.”

Me: *still confused* “But this is a retirement home; you live here.”

Elderly Lady: *suddenly a bit shocked and looking around* “Oh, my gosh. I am so sorry; I am in the wrong place! I will go to my sister’s house and stay with her tonight. Thank you.”

(With that, she walks out of the building and leaves me very confused and worried! I realize that this lady does not seem to have a full grasp of the present or reality and I go to find a nurse. I am worried the lady will get lost or injured. The nurse laughs and knows who I am talking about. She says that the lady will come back eventually by herself, as usual. I continue with my tasks but am still worried. When I am almost done with my shift, who would walk in but the elderly lady from before! I immediately walk up to her.)

Elderly Lady: *very politely* “Excuse me. I cannot seem to locate my sister’s house. May I inquire if it is possible for me to stay in the same room one more night?”

Me: “Of course, madam. Your room is ready for you; it is the same room as usual. You are welcome to stay as long as you like.”

Elderly Lady: *enormous smile on her face* “Why, thank you, miss. Such good service. I always enjoy staying here.”

(With that, she happily went to her room. I was so relieved she managed to come back. There was no benefit or point in arguing with her and trying to make her understand her circumstances; it would only make her feel scared, confused, and miserable. I felt that that would just be mean.)

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