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Retail Versus Teenage Sleep Cycles

, , , , , | Right | April 13, 2022

The furniture displays in my store are on platforms positioned in each of the four corners. Their very existence drives everyone crazy because — despite the large signs telling customers that they must not go on the platforms for safety reasons — it seems like at least once a day we’re chasing away someone who has decided to climb up there. It’s a big store, so sometimes it takes a while for us to catch someone.

I arrive for my evening shift; I’m a supervisor. The display platform nearest our employee rooms happens to currently be depicting bedroom furniture, and I feel like I’m constantly checking the pillows on the bed to make sure they haven’t been messed up. Usually, they have.

Today, however, they’re not only messed up but they’re arranged in a pile over someone’s head — a fact I only realize when it dawns on me that I’m seeing a pair of sneakers sticking off of one side of the bed. Someone is lying face-down on the mattress with pillows over her head.

Me: “Excuse me.”

The individual, a teenage girl, doesn’t move. I reach out and pat her sneaker a few times, which makes her jolt.

Me: “Miss, you can’t be on the display!”

Girl: “I’m sorry… I was just trying to sleep.”

Me: *Blinking* “Well, you can’t do that! See the sign? Please get off!”

She scuttled away, looking embarrassed. Honestly, people, if you’re that tired, then don’t come out shopping!

Not Participating In Anything Here Ever Again

, , , , , , , | Working | April 13, 2022

Back in 1997, we were developing a web application for the government. We were on the verge of missing the deadline, so we were in constant “war mode” and working nights and weekends.

[New Hire] joined the team. Right on his first day, he posted on the wall a development methodology we should all follow. It was not in his job description to rearrange our work.

The same day, our manager called an ad-hoc meeting for everyone on the team to attend. Everybody was there except for [New Hire].

When we got back from the meeting, we all had an email from [New Hire] saying that he did not participate in ad-hoc meetings and that meetings had to be scheduled twenty-four hours in advance.

Not ten minutes later, he was terminated and security had to escort him out of the building while he was screaming that we were losing a valuable resource.

We met the deadline in the end.

This Kid Is Going Places. Maybe Jail. But Places.

, , , , | Right | CREDIT: Calthropstu | April 13, 2022

In 2007, I was working for myself as a PC technician. I put up some fliers, and a couple saw them and called me.

Couple: “Our daughter is eleven. She keeps bypassing our parental software and going online. Would you take a look and see what you can do?

I went in and looked at their XP setup, and of course, the software was garbage. I tested it out and was able to kill it via the device manager. I went online, looked for a better one, and installed it.

I saw the kid peeking from around a corner just… smirking. I knew she’d done something. I opened the new software and everything seemed fine. Basically, it blocked any attempt to open non-whitelisted websites.

Still, that smug look made me more curious. I looked around the programs folder, but nothing stood out. Checked running processes and everything was okay. Looked in the service list, fine. Okay, time for a reboot.

As the computer rebooted, I noticed something. For a brief second, it said that the first boot device was disabled and loaded the secondary. Since I had been hired to investigate, I did so. I rebooted again and loaded the BIOS menu. There was a second hard drive listed in the BIOS as primary. I booted it up and it brought me to a very familiar Linux screen I had been using at home.

The kid had somehow managed to install a second hard drive, hide it in Windows, load it with Linux, and hide all of this from her parents. I was incredibly impressed. I wrote a short note to her because I knew she would figure out a way past what I was about to do eventually. I then went into the BIOS and locked it with the Linux boot device disabled. I thought about giving her up and handing her parents the hard drive, but I just couldn’t.

I wrote down the password to the BIOS, handed it to the couple, and told them I had locked the BIOS so it couldn’t be changed without the password. I still wonder how long it took her to find that slip of paper and get back online.

The Smaller The Dog, The Bigger The Entitlement

, , , , | Right | April 12, 2022

Two women come through my checkout lane. They both have little, fluffy, white dogs with them, and they have already done the “Emotional Support Dogs” dance with the manager.

As I ring them up, [Entitled Woman #1] decides to put her dog on the conveyer belt so she can use both hands to rummage through her small Louis Vuitton clutch.

Me: *Politely* “Can you please take the dog off the conveyor belt? I’m afraid it might get hurt.”

Entitled Woman #1: “Don’t you tell me what to do with my dog!”

[Entitled Woman #2] instantly plunks her dog onto the belt just to defy me.

Because I am still ringing them through, the poor dogs are sliding around, falling down, and tripping over the rest of the items they bought. It would be adorably funny if the dogs weren’t actually in danger of being seriously hurt. Their small size and the height of the conveyor belt would result in a very damaging fall if the small fluff balls decide to bail.

I just sigh and switch the belt off so I won’t hurt the dogs.

Entitled Woman #1: “This store is the devil!”

Me: “I’m… sorry you feel that way?”

Entitled Woman #1: “I can’t believe they let you tell people what to do with their dogs!”

Me: “I just didn’t want them to get hurt. This belt moves pretty fast and—”

Entitled Woman #2: “THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!”

Me: “I apologize. I’m just doing my best to make sure no one gets hurt.”

Entitled Woman #1: “I’ll decide what’s best for my dog !”

Me: *Tuning her out* “Here’s your receipt, have a nice night, thanks, bye.”

They snatched up their dogs and stormed out.

There’s No Need To Be Snotty About It

, , , , , | Working | April 12, 2022

My company recently bought some at-home tests for a certain contagious illness. I am NOT a medical professional, but I have somehow been elected to the glorious position of contact tracing anyone who takes a test.

[Employee] comes to my office with his mask below his chin, sniffling and wiping his nose with his hand. I hold out a box of tissues and pinch my own mask tighter.

Me: “Pull your mask up.”

Employee: “I need a test.”

Me: “That’s fine, but you need to wear your mask while you’re not testing.”

Employee: “Ugh. Fine.” *Pulls it up under his nose* “Happy?”

Me: “No. Do it right.”

He makes a show of pulling his mask up properly and pinching the nose.

Employee: “Okay?!”

Me: “Yes, thank you. Read and sign this, please.”

I hand him the form everyone has to sign to take one of these tests. Basically, it states that we are not medical professionals and this is not an official diagnosis but more of a guideline toward the next steps. It also states that if the test comes back positive, he will seek a second test paid for by our company at a medical facility, and if it comes back negative, it is up to him to decide if he wants a second test, which the company will also pay for. He signs and tosses the paper back at me.

Employee: “This is stupid. It’s probably just a cold. [Employee #2] is out there acting like I have the plague.”

Me: “You can take the test at that seat over there and wait for the results.”

[Employee] does as he is told. He waits for the timer before looking.

Employee: “This is bulls***. Give me another one.”

Me: “It’s positive?”

Employee: “Give me another one.”

Me: “No, you need to follow policy and go get tested at a testing site. I can book—”

Employee: “Give me another f****** test!”

Me: “Do you not trust that test?”

Employee: “No! It’s probably pre-programmed to say positive!”

Me: “Then what makes you think the next one won’t say the same thing?”

Employee: “I’m not going to get another test.”

Me: “[Employee], you don’t really have a choice. Can you provide proof of vaccination?”

Employee: “That’s none of your f****** business.”

It is, in this case, because it’s part of contact tracing, and the time he would have to quarantine is different depending on whether or not he is vaccinated.

Me: “Okay. I’ll just submit this report to Human Resources saying you aren’t willing to answer.”

[Employee] sat in the chair, glaring and sniffling. He wiped his nose one last time with the palm of his hand and, without breaking eye contact, wiped that snotty hand on the arm of the chair before leaving. I called building security to escort him from the property and notified HR that we had a potential positive case and that he refused to answer my question.

He tried to come back to work later that day and several other days, but he was refused access until he provided a negative test result. He never came back. I read the report from HR and found that he was not only unvaccinated, but he had also purchased a fake vaccine card to shorten his quarantine period. He was consequently released from his duties at our company.