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The Bigotry’s Coming From Inside The House

, , , , , | Working | January 6, 2023

I used to work at a now-defunct big box store. We had a new store manager come in that had been promoted from a store in another state. Our store was located in a lower income area with a large minority population. [New Manager] was of the same ethnicity and often bragged about how he preferred to hire young minority employees to give them an opportunity to work.

Within a few months, we noticed a huge increase in thefts by cashiers — their drawers were coming up $100 to $200 short — and it was always [New Manager]’s special hires. [New Manager] would make a big deal about firing them, often with them leaving in tears insisting they were innocent. He would express his disappointment, hire more young minority cashiers, and the same thing would happen.

It took way too long for someone to notice that their drawers only came up short on nights that [New Manager] closed the store. A hidden camera in the cash office ended up revealing him stealing money out of their cash bags. Corporate put the loss upwards of $25,000.

[New Manager] was fired, and less than a year later, they announced that the store would be closing due in part to “financial losses.”

But to me, the worst part was all of those poor cashiers — many of who were just teenagers — who were wrongly blamed for thefts of which they were completely innocent and the fact that everyone was so quick to believe it just because they were lower income and minorities.

I gotta say, even though we all lost our jobs, I really wasn’t sad to see that place close.

The Photons Would Like To Have A Word…

, , , , , , , | Right | January 5, 2023

I’m a manager at an electronics store, and one of my female employees comes up to me.

Employee: “Hey, [My Name]. Can you help me with this customer? I’m not sure if it’s because he thinks only a man can help him, but I think he’s being deliberately confusing.”

Me: “Okay, let me talk to him.”

She walks me over and I introduce myself.

Customer: “Yeah, I tried to explain to your employee, but I don’t think she knows what I’m asking. I need one of those outdoor cameras…”

Me: “Okay, did you mean—”

Customer: “…and I want the ones that can see through walls.”

Me: “Sees… through… walls? What are you using the camera for, sir?”

Customer: “I need to put it outside my house, and I need it to check my neighbourhood.”

Me: “So, you want to install security cameras on the outside of your home?”

Customer: “Yes, but I need it to see through walls.”

Me: “Do you mean night vision?”

Customer: “The f***?! That’s what your employee said! No! I need it to see through walls!”

Me: “That’s… impossible, sir.”

Customer: “Bulls***! I’ve seen them used on TV. You can get these special cameras that can see on the other side of walls.”

Me: “Sir, you’re asking me if our small store… sells cameras that can see through solid matter clear enough that you can see what is happening on the other side, a technology that the military doesn’t even possess and, as far as I am aware, isn’t possible under our current understanding of the laws of physics?”

Customer: “Ugh, not like that! Do you even know what I’m asking you?!”

Me: “Do you?”


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Making Some Rather Dark Assumptions

, , , , , , , | Working | January 3, 2023

I’m checking out at the grocery store. I put my items on the belt. Ahead of me, checking out, is a woman in her twenties wearing all Gothic clothing, with piercings everywhere and chains hanging from her belt loops.

I hear the exchange between her and the checker.

Customer: “If I put this back, do I have enough now?”

Checker: *With a disgusted tone* “NO.”

Customer: “If I put this back, also, do I have enough for the rest?”

Checker: *More disgusted* “NO!”

I intervene.

Me: “How much does she need to pay for everything?”

Checker: *To me, somewhat snottily* “You don’t need to help her.”

Me: “That’s not your call. Just tell me how much she needs to pay and I will make up what she lacks.”

Checker: *Very put out* “You shouldn’t be doing that for the likes of her.”

Me: “Since it is my money, what is that to you? Now, run the rest back through and tell me how much she is short.”

I paid for the rest — less than $20. The young woman thanked me in a very sincere way. She was buying fruit, apples, oranges, bananas, and grapes!

But How Did She Find You?!

, , , , , , , , , | Right | January 2, 2023

I’m shopping at a local supermarket, reaching up to get some food from a higher shelf, when a really prim woman walks up to me and starts to ask if I can fetch a bunch of things for her.

Me: “I don’t work here, sorry.”

She turns her nose up at me. Knowing how this goes from reading this site, I’m bracing for this whole song and dance.

Woman: “Well, can you help me anyway?”

Me: “No, I’m sorry. I have to finish my shopping and get to an appointment.”

She looks even angrier but drops it, and I breathe a sigh of relief at avoiding having a story to tell.

Or so I think, until about three days later when I’m at my job (working with insurance) and my manager gets a call complaint that cites me by name. My manager calls me in, laughing, to play the message back.

Woman: “You need to fire [My Name]! That [transphobic slur] refused to help me with my groceries!”

This is especially confusing because I’m cis male and look it.

Woman: “How you can allow anyone like that to work at an establishment like yours if they can’t practice good customer service even at a job that isn’t their own?”

While we both laughed at it after hearing it, I paused to realize that this woman had somehow managed to find my name and my place of employment without me volunteering any of that information. And she seemed to take it personally, in a demented fashion, that I wouldn’t take time out of my day to spend fifteen to thirty minutes helping her shop.

She called back daily, getting more openly threatening and viler in her speech until we blocked her number. Somehow, she kept escalating it until she found the direct line to our CEO…

…who, not having any of the lady’s nonsense, proceeded to call the police on her for stalking his employees and harassing me and the business — without so much as a word of warning — and the calls stopped. I never saw her at that grocer again.

A Different Kind Of Fairytale

, , , , , , , , | Romantic | January 1, 2023

I frequent a kiosk at the train station to get a coffee, muffin, or cookie, mostly because of the girl working there. I’m female myself, and she is the most mesmerizing fairy I’ve ever encountered in my life.

She has asymmetrical bright red hair and several facial piercings, and she somehow makes the stupid work outfit look good. She’s also cheerful and patient with every single person she encounters and works really fast when she sees people in a hurry to catch a train.

I once even saw her catch a butterfly that was fluttering around the coffee machine in her hands and take it outside, mumbling:

Employee: “Now, now, little friend, don’t worry. I’ll take you to a place where there’s so much more room for you.”

In other words, I am utterly infatuated with this wonderful creature. One day when there’s at least ten other people around, I manage to blurt out:

Me: “You’re very beautiful!”

I clap both hands over my mouth, and she turns a very adorable shade of red, not quite matching her hair.

Fairy Girl: “Um… Th… thank you so much. I’ve always thought you are very um… really nice, too, and um…”

We just stare into each other’s eyes for a couple of seconds, while other people in line sigh around us with little red hearts in their eyes… except for one lady.

Lady: “Eww! You disgusting [lesbian slur]!”

Me: “Oh, don’t worry, ma’am. I’d never let anyone like you get anywhere near me.”

Silence.

Fairy Girl: “Please may I have your phone number?”

We’re going on our first date next week!