Interrupted Development

, , , , , | Right | October 12, 2017

(I’m a developer at a tech startup. I’m working on some analytics for the Business Development team. The CEO and one of the BD managers are in the office with me. The BD team asks the CEO a question about the analytics I’m building. The CEO stops what he’s doing, turns to me, and repeats the question.)

Me: “Yes, I can do that.”

(I go back to work. A few minutes pass.)

Business Dev Team: “Hey, [CEO], can the report give a breakdown by region?”

(Again, the CEO stops what he’s doing, turns to me, and repeats the question.)

Me: “No problem; give me a couple minutes and I’ll have it ready for you.”

(I go back to work. A few minutes pass.)

Business Dev Team: “Hey, [CEO], can we add—”

CEO: “Why do you keep asking me? [My Name] is sitting right there!”

Business Dev Team: “Yeah, but he’s working. I don’t want to keep interrupting him.”

How To Monday On A Saturday

, , , , , , | Working | October 11, 2017

(My former boss is an incredibly high-strung jerk without any kind of time management or people skills. I receive these shrieking voicemails on my personal cell phone one day when she’s on vacation. The first voicemail:)

Boss: “I have been trying to reach you and [Colleague #1] and [Colleague #2] at the office for an hour this morning. How dare you slack off like this?! We have deadlines! Just because I’m away does not mean you get to waltz into work whenever you feel like it! There are important cases that need to be done by the time I get back! If someone doesn’t call me back in the next ten minutes, you are all fired; do you understand me?! Your a** is out on the street, and I will make sure no one hires you! I will have you and [Colleague #1] disciplined by the [Licensing Authority]! YOU WILL NEVER WORK AGAIN!

(Her screams toward the end escalate in volume and shrillness to the point where I can’t keep the phone against my ear. Then, I listen to the second voicemail.)

Boss: “Um, someone here pointed out that it is Saturday. Please ignore the last voicemail. But I expect you to call me as soon as you get in on Monday! We have important deadlines to make, and I’m extending my vacation, so I need you and [Colleagues #1 and #2] to be on the ball!”

(And she wondered why she couldn’t keep even incompetent employees, and why she didn’t have a better reputation in the field.)

Divorcing Yourself From The Blame

, , , | Working | October 11, 2017

(It’s Monday morning and I ring my boss.)

Me: “Morning, [Boss]. I just wanted to let you know we’re running very low on change.”

Boss: “I thought there was about £120 in the till?”

Me: “There is, but £100 is in twenties, and the rest in small silver. No pound coins, no fives, no tens; I can’t give change.”

Boss: *furious* “How did this happen? Why was it left like this? Why wasn’t I told?!”

Me: “No idea, I’ve been on holiday for the past week. This is my first day back.”

Boss: *even more cross* “I should have been informed; this shouldn’t have happened!! Who worked the last shift?!”

Me: “Your wife…”

Boss: *pause* “Okay, tell me what you need.”

Baseballs And Sticks

, , , , , | Working | October 11, 2017

(I’m getting my hair cut. My stylist and I are the only people in the salon. A well-dressed lady in her 60s walks in, stares at us, and sits down. My stylist calls out a greeting. No response. After about five minutes, the lady gets up, glares at us, and stomps out without saying a word.)

Stylist: “Who was that?”

Me: “No idea. I thought she was your next appointment.”

Stylist: “I’ve never seen her before in my life!”

Me: “I’m glad she left. Did you see the look she gave us?”

Stylist: “Ah, I don’t worry about people like that. She’s got a stick where it doesn’t belong, you know?”

(I laugh and she resumes cutting my hair. The owner of the beauty supply store next door comes running into the salon.)

Owner: “[Stylist]! Do you know who that was that just walked out of here?”

Stylist: “Nope, can’t say I do. Why?”

Owner: “She just came next door and complained. That’s Mrs. [Vaguely Familiar Last Name]!”

Stylist: “Who?”

Owner: “She’s married to the owner of [Baseball Team]!”

Stylist: “How was I supposed to know that? [My Name], did you know that?”

Me: “Nope. I root for [Local Baseball Team], not the Evil Empire.”

Owner: “You didn’t take care of her!”

Stylist: “I have a client right now!” *gestures to me*

Owner: “You should’ve taken care of her right away!”

Me: “Excuse me?!”

Stylist: “I’m not kicking one of my regular clients out for an old lady with an attitude problem! Go back to your store!”

(The store owner walks out, muttering to herself.)

Stylist: “Told you. Sticks where they don’t belong.”

Is He Still Dead?

, , , , | Working | October 10, 2017

Me: “Hello, may I speak to [Client], please?”

Receptionist: “[Client] is dead.”

Me: “Pardon?”

Receptionist: “[Client] died.”

Me: “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.”

(I end the call and go to my boss.)

Me: “[Boss], I can’t get [Client]. According to his office, he has passed away.”

Boss: “Are you sure?”

Me: “Yes, I asked twice.”

Boss: “Well, call them again to make sure.”

(I had to call again. It was awkward.)

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