Karma Is A Dish Best Served As A Casserole

, , , , | Working | February 16, 2018

(I’m shopping in one of the local thrift stores, not really looking for anything specific, just killing time. In the very long aisle that holds kitchen and glassware, I see a nice casserole dish on the top shelf. I’m six feet tall so this is easily within my reach. As I go for it, I hear a sharp voice behind me.)

Employee: “Can’t you read the sign? It says, ‘Ask for assistance for items on the top shelf.’”

Me: “Okay, sure. I can reach it, though.”

(This man might be 5’6″, but I doubt it.)

Employee: “No, you can’t! I’ll get the ladder.”

(He walks to the end of the aisle, mumbling, and returns with a folding step stool. He makes a big deal out of unfolding it, positioning it, and then climbing onto the first step. On this step, he is still shorter than me. He does not step up to the next, larger step.)

Employee: “What is it you want up here?”

Me: “The blue casserole dish.”

(He reaches for it and knocks over a vase. He pulls the dish down, knocking over another glass item, which rolls right off the shelf and smashes onto the floor. He thrusts the dish at me.)

Employee: “I hope you’re happy.”

Me: “Oh, it has a nick in it. Never mind.”

(I set it back on the top shelf and walked away.)

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The Lies Will Set You Free… From Employment

, , , , , , | Working | February 16, 2018

A coworker who works evenings called in sick. We managed to get someone to cover his shift and everything seemed fine.

Management and employees are all pretty friendly with each other, so it’s a very relaxed atmosphere; apparently, so relaxed that the coworker felt very comfortable coming in to buy alcohol during the time he was supposedly “sick” and bragging about how he just wanted the night off for a party. He bragged to the supervisor on hand.

He denied doing it later when my manager brought him in to talk about it, even with multiple witnesses. Despite this, my manager gave him a chance and told him that as long as he admitted to what he’d done and was sincere in his apology, there wouldn’t be any disciplinary action.

He swore up and down he didn’t do it and was fired on the spot since multiple witnesses were present in the shop and another co-worker — who actually had the night off — saw him at the party.

My manager just couldn’t trust him after that.

Later I heard him threatening the other coworker for “grassing him up” about it.

Honesty is sometimes better than a bold-faced lie.

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A Galaxy Of Troubles

, , , , | Working | February 15, 2018

(I have ordered the new Samsung Galaxy S8. It arrives and, despite my protests that I know how to set it up, the cashier is adamant that he do it for me. He walks around the counter and takes the phone out of the box in front of me. Lo and behold, he opens it upside down and the phone falls flat on the floor, face-down. Everyone gasps and he tries to recover the situation by playing it off. While I doubt there is any real damage, I’m less than keen on accepting the phone now. He tries to convince me to keep take it because “I’ll just end up breaking it anyway.” I refuse, and a manager gets involved.)

Manager: “Again?! This is the sixth one today!”

Cashier: “But there’s nothing wrong with it!”

Me: “Sorry, but I haven’t even touched it. I know it might be a bit pompous, but—”

Manager: “No, no. It’s all right. I wouldn’t think of selling one that has been damaged in-store. No one accepted their phones either…” *mumbles to himself* “Two iPhones, two Nexus, an HTC, and now a Galaxy!”

(He apologises to me and offers that I take the phone that he ordered for himself. I decline and just reorder another, but he gives me a discount on a case and screen protection. As I leave…)

Manager: “[Cashier], if you must open them, please, I say, please open them over a table, at least. I can’t keep sending phones back!”

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They Are Totally Out Of Order

, , , , , | Working | February 15, 2018

(My boyfriend and I are at a café waiting for my sister. The waitress comes and gives us menus. We take some minutes to choose and are ready to order.)

Waitress #1: “Hello! Are you ready to order?”

Me: “Yes! I’m interested in a cappuccino, but do you have any plant-based milks available?”

Waitress #1: “Yes, we do; we have soy, almond, and oat milk.”

Me: “Oh, that’s great! We’ll have two cappuccinos with almond milk, a salad, and a [Meal].”

Waitress #1: “Great. I’ll be right back with the drinks.”

(A couple of minutes later she returns with our drinks. We enjoy the coffee and chat. About half an hour later, my sister arrives and joins us. [Waitress #2] takes my sister’s order. We tell her we have already ordered. All seems well. My sister gets her food, even though we ordered about half an hour prior to her. I start to notice that most of the customers who came after us are eating their food already. I go to the register to address the concern.)

Me: “Hey. I’m sorry, but we ordered about an hour ago and still haven’t gotten our food. Unfortunately, I don’t have much time left.”

Waitress #1: “It’s very busy, and there’s a waiting time of about an hour. The cooks are already preparing your meal; it should be out soon. I can tell the cooks to hurry up.”

Me: “Oh, all right. Thank you!”

(I ordered a salad that doesn’t need much preparing time. Later the waitress comes to our table.)

Waitress #1: “So, the kitchen doesn’t have your order. Who took your order?”

Me: *baffled at this point* “You were the one that took our order.”

(She shows me her notebook at a random page.)

Waitress #1: “See? There’s no order! You didn’t order. What did you order?”

Me: “Two cappuccinos, a salad, and a [Meal].”

Waitress #1: “I’ll be right back with your cappuccinos.”

Me: “No, you already brought us our cappuccinos an hour ago. Look: I’d just like to pay for the coffee and leave.”

(Just to be sure, I went to the cashier to pay. I’ve never in my life had a waitress show me her notebook. She never did apologize for that situation. Later I realised I could’ve just left without paying anything, since I “never placed an order.”)

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A Real Malt-Of-The-Earth Kind Of Server

, , , , , | Working | February 15, 2018

(I am at a diner with a couple of friends. They are ordering dinner, but I have already eaten. I see malts listed on the menu. I haven’t had a chocolate malt in years, and it sounds good. The server, a teenage girl, arrives at our table.)

Server: “Are you ready to order?”

Friend #1: “Yes, we are.”

Server: “Okay.” *walks away*

Me: “Did I hear her right? Didn’t she just ask if we were ready?”

Friend #1: “That’s what I heard.”

(A few minutes later, the same server returns.)

Server: “Can I take your order now?”

(My friends order their meals. Then, it’s my turn.)

Me: “I’ll just have a chocolate malt, please.”

Server: *seems confused for a moment* “Do you mean a chocolate milkshake?”

Me: “No, a malt. The menu says that you have milkshakes and malts.”

Server: “Where?”

Me: *pointing to the menu item* “Right there. It says, ‘Malt.’”

Server: “Oh, but that’s made with something different.” *walks away*

(My friends and I raise our eyebrows at one another. I eventually got… a chocolate milkshake. I decided to accept it and not press the issue.)

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