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First Date Worst Date

, , , , | Right | November 1, 2021

I am dating a guy who seems to check all the boxes until he shows his true colours when we are on a date at a restaurant. It’s a popular spot with good food and exceptional service; however, he manages to find something to complain about. It gets to the point I am so disgusted with his behaviour that I get up and walk out.

For two weeks straight, this jerk calls me to find out why I left — that’s how clueless he is! I finally block and delete his number.

The day after this disaster of a date, I go back to apologize to the waitstaff, who, despite the horrible behaviour he displayed, maintained their professionalism and dignity.

I had a lovely lunch by myself and tipped my server well! It’s still one of my favourite places to eat!

Illegal Questions And Questionable Hiring

, , , , , , , | Working | November 1, 2021

I’m a proposal writer. A few weeks after the health crisis hit the US, I was laid off by my now-former employer. Several months later, I was still out of work. I’d been cranking out job applications right and left, and I FINALLY heard back from a technology company that looked good on paper, and the job description was almost identical to what I’d been doing at my last job. But the red flags started popping up almost immediately.

First, their hiring manager emailed me asking for basic information that had been included in the application. Fair enough; I figured they wanted to make sure I wasn’t a bot. Then, they asked for a copy of my resume, which I had included with my original application, but again, whatever.

Next, [Hiring Manager] reached out to me on Thursday, asked when I would be available for a phone interview that upcoming Monday, and gave me a list of open time slots. I specified my preferred time slot and [Hiring Manager] thanked me and said his colleague would call me on Monday during that time slot. Maybe two hours later, [Colleague] emailed me and said he will call me tomorrow — Friday, not Monday — at a completely different time slot. I replied to [Colleague], CC’ing [Hiring Manager], asking for clarification. [Colleague] emailed me back to say he’d be calling me for my phone interview on Friday during the time slot he’d indicated.

Okay, now I was annoyed — thankfully, my schedule was open on Friday — but decided to be a professional and see this through.

Then, I realized that [Colleague] had also emailed me the ENTIRE email chain where he and his colleagues had decided they should interview me. Again, this was at a technology company, where they should have had at least some idea of information security.

The next day, [Colleague] called me — on time, surprisingly — introduced himself as the owner of the company — I checked after the call and he was — and opened the “interview” this way:

Colleague: “Now, [My Name], I’m guessing you don’t know anything about [Company], so I’m going to tell you about us and what we do.”

Cue a fifteen-minute-long (not exaggerating) rambling lecture in which he told me his entire life’s story and a (very brief) history of the company. He never once talked about the role I had applied for, their clients or industries their clients were in, or anything even remotely related to the job. Once he wrapped up, he dropped this on me.

Colleague: “Now, [My Name], are you married?”

I responded with shocked silence. In the US, employers are not allowed to hire or fire based on your marital status and legally aren’t even allowed to ask you that question. At that point, I decided nope, I’d see the interview through, but I was absolutely NOT going to accept the job if offered.

[Colleague] started stammering, probably realizing that he had just screwed up big-time.

Colleague: “Uh, I ask that question because this is an on-site position and I need to gauge how open your family would be to relocating.”

Me: “Uh, no, no, I have no problem relocating to Florida.”

Colleague: “Okay, that’s good. So, as a Proposal Writer, you’ll be responsible for [literally reads me the job posting word-for-word]. Now, do you have any experience writing government bids?”

Me: “A little on the state and local levels, but not federal. Almost all of my experience has been with private-sector clients.”

Colleague: “Okay, most of our work is with government entities, but that’s no problem. Well, thank you for your time, and we’ll be in touch with an offer.”

And that was the extent of the interview. At no point did [Colleague] discuss my job history (outside of the aforementioned responding to government bids) or my skills or experience. I figured that was that, and shortly afterward had another interview with a fantastic — and much more professional — company. They made me an offer which I accepted.

But the story’s not over just yet. Oh, no. Two weeks after I accepted my current job, [Colleague] emailed me back to offer me the job — at an insultingly-low salary, too! I wrote a very polite and professional email explaining that I had accepted a different offer. [Colleague]’s response was, and I quote:

Colleague: “Okay. Well, when that doesn’t work out for you, give us a call.”

Yeah… not happening in this or any other lifetime.

Jason Versus Retail

, , , , , | Right | October 31, 2021

I work in a haunted house, and I work both ends of the venue when it is slow. I sell tickets and then jump into costume to scare. I am pretty good at my job.

A family of three is going through. The father is jumpy but looks like he is having a good time; the mother and daughter are terrified. I take advantage of one of my favorite spots towards the end to give them a good finishing scare.

I jump out and yell, annnnnddd then the daughter turns 180 and runs face-first into a wall. I take off my mask and radio my buddy to turn the lights all the way on. She is bleeding pretty badly but I can’t tell if her nose is broken.

I escort them out to the lobby, grab the first aid kit, paper towels, instant ice pack, and a cold bottle of water. I start to apologize, but before I can finish, the father goes all bat-s*** on me. He starts off just yelling and poking me in the chest. Then it escalates to, “WHY IS THAT WALL THERE?!” and shoving. The whole time his wife and daughter are telling him to calm down and that she is fine.

Being me, I laugh when he asks why a wall was there and he gets really handsy.

Me: “If your daughter is fine, then you can leave.”

Customer: “No, buddy, I’m gonna kick your a**.”

I clock out then and there and walk out to the parking lot, still dressed as Jason Voorhees. Nothing ends up happening except him yelling at me more, and some guy in the parking lot yelling:

Parking Lot Bystander: “AWW, S***, THIS DUDE’S ABOUT TO FIGHT JASON!”

Bit Of An Overreaction, Don’t You Think?

, , , , , | Legal | October 30, 2021

At around 3:00 am one morning, I’m pulled over for a random breathalyser check. I don’t drink so I’m not worried. It’s just one of those things that happens occasionally, particularly early in the morning.

As I get ready to blow in the meter:

Police Officer #1: “Have you drunk any alcohol in the last three or four hours?”

Me: “No, I don’t drink alcohol. It makes me very depressed.”

I’m trying to keep it light.

Me: “But I had a couple of cups of tea before I left home if that’s going to be a problem!”

[Police Officer #1] gives me a friendly grin, and we do the business with the breathalyser.

Police Officer #1: *Curious* “The reading is all right, but where are you going at this time of the morning?”

Me: “I’m a research student at the university, and I like to get in early so I can get some work done before the phones start ringing and people start wasting my valuable research time.”

Police Officer #1: *Grinning* “Yeah, I can appreciate that. Have a good day.”

Police Officer #2: *Breaking in, angrily* “What about drugs? All university students take drugs.”

Me: “Not me. I don’t like my mind being messed with.”

Police Officer #2: *Getting angrier* “Don’t get smart with me, you b*****d, or I’ll arrest you for failing to answer my questions properly. You must have been taking something!”

[Police Officer #1] looks a bit doubtful about his partner’s attitude. Starting to get a bit upset, I glance at [Police Officer #1].

Me: “I’m not getting smart. I did answer your questions properly.”

[Police Officer #2] starts shouting angrily and reaching for his gun.

Police Officer #2: “Get out of the car, put your hands on the roof, and spread your legs!”

Now I’m starting to get frightened! [Police Officer #1], a sergeant, quickly breaks in and orders his partner to get back in the patrol car.

Police Officer #1: “I’m very sorry about that. I’m going straight back to the station and putting in an official report about him.” *Gives me his card* “If you want to make a formal complaint, give them my name and I will support you.”

I went on my way, shaking. I’d never before been threatened with a gun just because I passed a breathalyser test! Perhaps it’s time I learnt that some people don’t appreciate my weird sense of humour.


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Piggy Behavior Starts With The Parents

, , | Right | October 30, 2021

A woman in our store allowed her darling child to grab anything within reach and bang it against the shelves. At one point, the kid smashed a ceramic piggy bank.

Woman: “My darling got a fright when that bank smashed! I demand compensation!”

Me: “Actually, ma’am, I’m going to need you to pay for the broken bank.”

She then turned to the preschooler and started yelling.

Woman: “Now we won’t be able to buy groceries!”

More than likely, she was trying to get us to forgive the breakage. The manager came over and made her pay a token five dollars on a twenty-dollar piggy bank.