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The Adventures Of Nurse Tantrum

, , , , , | Right | April 17, 2022

I’m a chef in a hospital cafeteria. It’s the Friday before Easter weekend, and to make things worse, we’re due for an inspection the following Monday. The lunch rush just ended and my boss takes me into the freezer to show me everything he ordered for Easter dinner. The freezer is sound-proof.

We spend maybe less than a minute in the freezer and then exit. We have a bell that employees can ring for service if no one is on the line; it’s fairly normal for someone to ring the bell once or twice in a row just to make sure we hear them. In the fifteen seconds that it takes us to get from the freezer to the front, the bell rings no less than twelve times.

The other employees later tell me that this nurse spent the last thirty seconds both ringing the bell non-stop and slamming her hands on the metal counter. The perpetrator ends up being one of the rudest and self-important nurses in the hospital.

Me: “You know patience is a virtue, right?”

Rude Nurse: “I’ll have you know I’ve been waiting here for five minutes for service!”

That’s not true. As explained above, I was gone for less than two minutes. I try not to chuckle at that lie.

Me: “No, you haven’t.”

The nurse sputters for a second, trying to find words.

Rude Nurse: “Well… I… just give me food, already!”

Me: “Okay, what would you—”

She sees that I’m not getting flustered.

Rude Nurse: “You know what? Forget it.” *Storms out*

Boss: “What is she, five?”

We, along with the other dozen or so employees who bore witness to this tantrum, spent the rest of the afternoon having a good laugh.

Let’s NOT Table This Issue

, , , , , | Working | March 31, 2022

I’m having a bit of a working lunch. The cafeteria is unusually busy today; I’m lucky to have found a table.

I spot a large group of women starting to pull the remaining chairs and tables together. It’s pretty unfair to everyone who wants to actually eat. One of them comes over and takes the chairs from my table without asking. I figure that’s a bit presumptuous, but I’m trying to focus and I don’t want a fight.

I then get a sense that someone is staring at me.

Woman #1: “We need your table.”

Me: “Oh, sorry, I’m using it…?”

Woman #1: “Can’t you move?”

Me: “I’m busy, and no. I don’t see any other tables.”

Woman #1: *Tuts* “We need this table. Can’t you take it outside?”

I have my laptop open in front of me and plugged in; it is pretty obvious that I can’t.

Me: “No.”

She huffs and goes back to the others, pointing and flailing her arms. Two other women try to get me to leave, but again, I explain that there is nowhere else to go.

After a short while, another woman walks up to me.

Woman #2: “Excuse me.”

Me: “Yes?”

Woman #2: “I’m sorry, but we really need this table. You really shouldn’t be working in the cafeteria. There are rules, you know?”

Me: “I’m aware of the rules; I’m on the committee that reviews them. The rule you are referring to is that the cafeteria should only be used for eating and drinking and is not a workspace. However, as you can see, I am eating.”

Woman #2: “You are working, though.”

Me: “And you appear to be using it as a meeting room, which is strictly against the rules. Half of you appear not to have anything to eat or drink.”

She turns around, seeming to realise this for the first time.

Woman #2: “But we need this table!”

Me: “No, you need to book a meeting room.”

She huffed and puffed and went back to her group. They were still chatting when I finished my work, and they grabbed the table before I could get out of the way.

I walked outside and counted three large meeting rooms, all vacant.

The next day, a memo went out from a senior manager about why and how to book meeting rooms and the repercussions of not doing so.

Thankfully, I didn’t see that group again.

Double The Chicken, Double The Jerkitude

, , , , , | Working | October 28, 2021

I work at a hospital and go to the cafeteria five days a week for food. After browsing the options for the day and nothing looking really appealing to me, I finally settle and head over to the hot line.

Me: “Just a piece of chicken, please.”

The worker places the smallest piece of chicken in the pan in my container.

Me: “Actually, make it two pieces.”

I say it quickly before she shuts the container. The worker gives me a weird look but obliges and puts the second piece in the container and writes, “X2,” on the box.

I grab a ready-made salad, piling it on top of the box with the chicken in it, and grab a drink before heading to pay.

Me: “Two pieces of chicken…” *opens the box to show the cashier* “…and then just the salad and soda.”

Before the cashier has even finished ringing my food in, the employee that served me the food rushes up.

Worker: “She had two pieces of chicken! I knew you were going to try and steal!”

Both the cashier and I are surprised at this point.

Cashier: “Uhhh, yes. It says, ‘2x,’ on the container and she even opened the box to show me.”

The worker’s face turned red and she stormed off. Apparently, she had been taking it upon herself to try and catch thieves. After multiple false accusations, she either got moved or fired; I haven’t seen her since.

The Wrath Of The Lunch Lady Scorned

, , , , , , , | Learning | CREDIT: BraxHecker | September 6, 2021

I am sixteen and I have type-one diabetes. I have been diagnosed for a bit more than a year and a half. I’ve kept good control over it and the doctors are always impressed when I have a checkup.

I take insulin ten to fifteen minutes before I eat so it has time to take effect. With the school lunch, there are two options: a chicken salad and a cheeseburger. I decide to go with the cheeseburger. I take my insulin and go up the line. I grab a to-go box, but before I take two steps:

Friend: “Wait, that’s a salad.”

I set the box back down and go to grab a different box, but the lunch lady shouts at me.

Lunch Lady: “Hey, don’t you dare!”

I look at her and she looks at me like I just slapped a puppy in the face.

Me: “What’s wrong?”

Lunch Lady: “You already grabbed the salad, so you have to take the salad.”

Me: “But I haven’t even opened it. I’m a diabetic and I already took insulin.”

She shakes her head.

Lunch Lady: *Sickly sweet* “I’m sorry, that’s not my problem. Take the salad and go sit down now!”

Me: “But I’m a diabetic, and—”

Lunch Lady: “Take the salad or you don’t get anything.”

I’m a little pissed at this point so I take the salad and go off to my table with my friends and tell them the situation. They removed the vending machines in the cafeteria over the summer so there is no way for me to get the correct amount of carbs without stealing another kid’s cheeseburger. One of my friends tells me I should go get the principal quickly before the insulting fully sets in.

I go to the office and tell him and the counselor the situation, a little panicked because it has been well over ten minutes since I took insulin. The principal walks me back up to the cafeteria.

Principal: “[Lunch Lady], give him the cheeseburger. He really needs it.”

Lunch Lady: “But he already took a salad. He can deal with it.”

The principal just sighs, grabs the cheeseburger box, and shoves it into my hands and tells me to go sit down. I sit relatively close to the lunch line so my friends and I can hear the principal.

Principal: “How you acted was truly out of line. I thought you understood to treat students’ health situations with care and understanding.”

He told her off for another minute before heading back to his office, and I got to eat my lunch in peace. Maybe she’ll know better next time.

I Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Misogyny

, , , , , | Working | June 24, 2021

[Coworker #1] works in the next office over but takes his lunch at the same time as ours. Some days he will blank us; other days he won’t leave us alone. He is okay apart from his some strange opinions and his outlook on life, in particular on women and their “role” in life and the workplace. Personally (and as a guy), I still find him odd and backward and would rather have nothing to do with him. 

[Coworker #2] and I are chatting about family life when [Coworker #1]’s tray lands on our table with a thud. 

He interrupts us.

Coworker #1: “Well, I would never have children.”

Me: “Okay…”

Coworker #2: “I love my children. They are a handful but they give so much love.”

Coworker #1: “Nah, all part of your female biological programming. It’s just nature.”

Me: “Okay, I… err… don’t know what to say to that.”

Coworker #2: “You know what? I think I’m going to get a head start on that presentation. [My Name], are you coming?”

Me: “Oh, the presentation. Sure, let me just finish my lunch really quick.”

Coworker #1: *Seemingly not noticing* “You see, women are programmed by their bodies to want and love children, allowing men to go out and hunt.”

Me: “And that’s what you are? A hunter?”

Coworker #1: “Well, yes. Yes, I am. I will never be burdened by family or children. I am the hunter and need independence.”

I finished my lunch and looked at [Coworker #1], his cardigan stained from lunches previous, looking like he couldn’t hunt down a cheese sandwich.

As far as I know, [Coworker #1] did get called in for sensitivity training, among many other things. But he never crossed the line enough to get disciplined properly. The greatest punishment was probably his own company.