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Fighting For Those Who Cannot

, , , , , , | Right | February 9, 2016

(I work two jobs in the same mall, a very large shopping center whose customers are almost always extremely rich. I have just ordered a drink at one of our coffee shops and am waiting for it. I’m unusually kind to the employees because I know from experience that their job sucks. There’s an uppity rich lady waiting for her drink too.)

Barista: “White mocha frap!”

Customer #1: *picks it up and shakes it angrily at the barista* “Is this a caramel frappucino? I didn’t order this! Why didn’t you get my order right?”

Customer #2: “Sorry, that’s mine!” *takes the cup*

(Customer #1 does this with two more cups. The barista’s being patient, but I’d had it.)

Me: “Lady, will you calm your t**s? I’m looking over the counter. Look, he’s making your drink right now.”

Customer #1: *sarcastic* “Oh, I’m sorry! Are you [Coffee Company]’s stockholder? Are you their business agent?”

Me: “No, I work in retail and I deal with b****’s like you all day, and since he doesn’t get to yell at you, I’ll do his share. Shut up already! There are other customers besides you.”

Customer #1: “Excuse me! I have been waiting here for forty-five minutes—”

Me: “Oh, bull-s***. I’ve never waited more than three minutes here for a drink even at their busiest, and I’ve seen all of five customers besides you today. Look, when you work for a living instead of just spending all of your husband’s money on s*** you don’t need, THEN you can yell at this guy. Until then, do us a favor and shut up!”

(She proceeds to screech unintelligibly at me for half a minute, until suddenly her drink shows up. She then tramps off with her bags. When my drink is called, I am confused to see a large instead of a medium cup.)

Me: “Oh, sorry, I only ordered a medium—”

Barista: “No, you didn’t.”

(Sometimes it’s the little things.)

Thanks But No Thanksgiving

, , | Working | December 18, 2015

(I work for a popular retail chain. At our store, it is normally expected to have all hands on deck for Black Friday and days off had to typically be secured months in advance. However, in what turned out to be my last November there, we had recently hired so many people that a good handful of regulars weren’t scheduled for that day. Curious, I ask one of the managers if that’s accurate.)

Manager: “Yeah, we’ve got more than enough coverage all day long, even for Black Friday. Enjoy the turkey hangover!”

(I make sure to ask several times of different managers during the two weeks between when the schedule was posted and when BF finally rolls around, and am always given the same answer. Finally, on the day before Thanksgiving, the one manager I haven’t talked to because I never am in at the same time that she is — the one in charge of scheduling, coincidentally — approaches me.)

Scheduling Manager: “Hey, we’re going to need you in on Friday.”

Me: “Um… excuse me? I wasn’t scheduled.”

Scheduling Manager: “Things changed. You need to come in.”

Me: “I can’t. I already made plans to go see family out of state, since I was assured by everyone short of the district manager that the schedules were accurate.”

Scheduling Manager: “We had two people already need to drop out, so you need to come in.”

Me: “Hang on, you’re trying to tell me that two people who WERE scheduled are okay to leave, but when I wasn’t scheduled I’m in trouble for not being able to come in!?”

Scheduling Manager: “Look at it this way; it just goes to show how valuable you are to the company! See you Friday.”

Me: “I’m not going to be here Friday, sorry.”

(No, the scheduling manager wasn’t particularly popular with that sort of condescending attitude. No, I didn’t go in. No, I didn’t feel bad when a couple months later I got a better job offer, and she tried to chew me out for not giving “enough advance warning” besides my two-week’s notice!)

Not How One Treats A Lady

, , , , , , | Right | December 17, 2015

(My family volunteers for a dog rescue and foster association. Every few months they call us and we take in a dog until they find a new home. One of the ways they do this is by having little doggie parties at pet stores that support the group. One of our current fosters, Lady, is extremely skittish around adults. With kids and other dogs she is fine, but when an adult comes near her she tends to wet herself and try to run. She seems to have taken to me as I can sit next to her and hold her without her freaking out. It’s such a big step that we decide to risk taking her to one of the parties. I am allowed inside the dog cage to keep Lady calm and pick her up so some families can pet her. Everything is going great until a snooty couple comes in.)

Woman: “Ugh! What’s that smell?”

Cashier: “[Dog Rescue Group] is having an event where you can meet the dogs available for adoption. We have caged off the area where the dogs can roam so don’t worry about stepping in any accidents.”

(They grumble but start perusing the store. One of the kids from another family comes up to me.)

Boy: “Excuse me, miss? Could I hold the black-spotted one for a little bit? [Manager] said it was okay.”

Me: “Of course. Just set him back in when he starts getting restless.”

(I set Lady down so I can herd up the dog the boy wants to hold. I make sure he knows how to carry him comfortably when I notice the couple staring at the boards with all the dogs and their backstories.)

Woman: “Why are these all so tragic?”

Me: “Well, all of these dogs are up for adoption. They don’t have a permanent home yet either because their previous owners didn’t take care of them or are no longer able to. Our job is to get them new, happier homes.”

Man: “This guy’s picture looks pretty happy.”

Me: “His previous owners were in here earlier. They lost their house in a fire and decided to give up their dog and get a new one when they became more financially stable. They were glad he’s still so happy. The kid over there is holding him. I’m sure he would share if you want to meet him.”

Woman: “He looks old.”

Me: “He is around ten, so he is getting up there. He is potty trained and is very docile and those are good things for people who haven’t had pets before.”

Man: “What makes you think we haven’t owned pets before?!”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir. I just haven’t seen you at any of these functions before and you didn’t seem to know how the adoption process worked. I was merely making a suggestion.”

Woman: “He likes sleeping on couches, too. Ugh! Why would anyone let a dog on furniture?”

Me: “Ma’am, he’s a dachshund. They are lap dogs. They like being around their owners and getting pet. Most dachshund owners let their dogs up on their beds and couches because that’s what they do.”

Woman: “What about this one? The Lady? She’s a dachshund and it says here she likes her cage best.”

Me: “Lady is a special case. Nothing personal, but Lady needs a family that would be willing to help finish her rehabilitation. She doesn’t take too well to people at all and is not potty trained. She’s wet herself a few times today already.”

Woman: “Let me hold her. I’m sure she’s fine. You’re just prejudiced because we asked a few questions.”

Me: “Ma’am, Lady does not like big people. She might bite you and I don’t want either of you to get hurt. Why not try one of the other dogs? They are all very sweet.”

(Another person comes up to ask to hold a dog and as I’m helping them, the man has leaned WAY over the cage and has caught Lady by her back leg. I whip around when I hear Lady barking and whimpering. He is dragging her back. Lady pees on the floor as she tries to run off and as a last resort is turning back to bite his hand. I intervene and get bitten instead and push the man away. I back up to keep Lady between the back of my legs and the other side of the cage.)

Man: “What the h***? I just wanted to see the dog.”

Me: “And I told you that she doesn’t like people. You scared her.”

Woman: “She tried to bite my husband!”

(The whole store is watching and the store manager and the head of the dog rescue society step in.)

Head: “That is enough. I watched this girl warn you about coming close to this dog. She and her family have spent weeks trying to get her to get out of her cage and play with their other dogs and you probably just erased all of that progress. She offered to show you better-tempered dogs and instead you ignored her.”

Man: “That girl probably bruised my arm and that dog almost bit me.”

Head: “She was trying to keep the dog from biting you because, like a MORON, you dragged an unwilling creature with TEETH toward yourself in a very rough manner. It was self-defense.”

Man: “I want her fired.”

Head: “She’s a volunteer. She does so much work with us that I should start paying her. I’m not going to turn her away. I want both of your names. I don’t think I want either of you adopting any dog that comes into our care.”

Manager: *to me* “You all right there?”

Me: “Yeah. She didn’t break the skin, just some bruises. I think I’ll live. Lady could use a bath, though. He dragged her through her pee.”

Manager: “I’ll help you get her in the back room. We have a washing station.”

Boy: *from earlier* “I can watch the other dogs if you need me to.”

Me: “That would be awesome. Just stand in the middle of them and make sure no one tries to manhandle them too much. Pick up some poop if you’re brave enough.”

(Lady is shaking,but stays stock still as I wash her. She perks up when the manager pops in with some treats for her. I found out when I got back that the couple tried the same trick with a few other dogs and ended up getting removed from the store. The little boy who took my spot ended up being an awesome doggie guard. I resume my post and Lady starts sniffing the other dogs like nothing happened, much to my relief.)

Me: “Thanks, buddy, you’re a real lifesaver.”

Boy: “It was easy. My parents foster that brown one and I like to stay and visit the others. Is your dog okay?”

Me: “It looks like it. She’s becoming quite the trooper. She doesn’t quite know how to play and is too scared to get up on the couch with our other dogs yet.”

Boy: “She just needs a good home.”

Me: “Yep. We’re trying our best. At least she’s out of the cage and doesn’t run from her own shadow.”

(Lady still doesn’t know how to play but LOVES to sit on the couch now. She lets anyone pet her when she’s up there and wags her tail when anyone calls her name. At the last doggie party I went to, I and my new favorite doggie guard had a good time tag-teaming the cages.)


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Creeping Into The Parking Spot

, , , , , | Friendly | November 22, 2015

(I am pulling into a shopping carpark and notice an empty parking space to my right, as well as three other customers putting their groceries into their cars. Unfortunately, carpark road rules say I can only turn left, so I do so and do a loop around the car park to return to that spot where I would be able to park. When I return to that area, just half a minute later, there is an angry looking customer holding up the flow of traffic in the carpark entry. He wants to turn right, where I had spotted the car spaces. I indicate left and enter the area and immediately find a spot. One car leaves and the angry customer parks, immediately next to me. Another car leaves, leaving a third spot free and a mother is putting her child in her car, meaning a fourth will soon become available. This guy looks pretty rough, the kind of guy you wouldn’t want to mess with, and I am a woman.)

Angry Customer: *looks at me, scowling* “You stupid f****** b****!”

(He continues as he gets out of his car and begins to walk past me, swearing and shouting. I have had enough. I get out of my car.)

Me: *speaking calmly* “You shouldn’t get so angry.”

Angry Customer: *waving his arms around* “Well, I am telling you, you are f****** lucky I was able to park here or I’d have messed you up!”

Me: *raising my voice* “No! You listen. I entered the car park before you and saw what would soon be four car spaces in this area. I followed the road rules and turned left when I was supposed to, and you held up traffic before turning right illegally. Even if you were allowed to turn right there, I would still have right of way because you need to give way to me. Plus, I am in a parking spot, you are in a parking spot, and there are now an additional two empty spots here. So, what is the point in acting like a lunatic?”

(The angry customer looks at left only sign. His face pales.)

Angry Customer: “Oh! I am sorry! You are right and I shouldn’t get angry like this. I have to say I am really proud of you for standing up to me. That’s really brave. No one ever stands up to me.”

(He continued like that as I walked hurriedly to the shopping centre. He was creepier when he was polite than he was when he was angry. When I returned to my car I found a rose on my windscreen.)

Some Camo You Can’t See, Some You Don’t Want To See

, , , , | Learning | August 23, 2015

(On Veteran’s Day, the students can wear camo or red/white/blue and get a treat. They get the treat from their homeroom teacher, which in this case is me.)

Student: “Miss! Miss! I’m wearing camo.”

(I turn from where I am handing out treats to some students.)

Student: “See!”

(He pulled his boxers out of the top of his pants so I could see that they were camo. He didn’t get the treat.)


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