A Hot Slice Of Justice Is Required

, , , , | CA, USA | Working | April 16, 2017

Years ago I worked at a popular chain coffee shop. I was born and raised and still live in one of the most expensive areas in the country. At the time I have gone back to college full-time, so I work full-time as well to try to keep up with my bills. Most of my coworkers are teenagers who live with their parents, with two other exceptions besides me. The company launches a new promotional program for a paid incentive card and offers a competition of sorts to try to sell memberships with cash prizes for the stores that sell the most in the district at the end of the introductory period.

To motivate us the store manager says if we win anything, the staff members will split any cash prize the store earns. My fellow rent-paying coworkers and I knew that money would go far for us, so we all hustled like crazy and sold memberships to as many customers as we could. Our store ends up coming in first in the district. And then our manager says he has changed his mind about splitting the prize and will use the money to throw a staff pizza party instead.

The three of us who were counting on the cash were understandably pissed off, but given how we were all hand-to-mouth we weren’t about to turn down the free food. We weren’t any less pissed off when a few weeks later, the coworker who picked up the food told us what it had cost. Which made us realize that the manager had not in fact spent even close to the whole prize total on the ‘celebration,’ but pocketed almost half of it for himself.

A Helping Hand Is On The Menu

, , , | Petaluma, CA, USA | Hopeless | March 22, 2017

This is few years ago when I am a struggling college student. I work 40 hours a week at a coffee shop and take nine units in school, all I can manage with my workload, I also spend three nights a week at my grandmother’s house 40 miles away because she has dementia and we don’t want to put her in a home.

My work schedule is Sunday-Thursday with school Monday-Wednesday. I get off work on Thursday and drive straight to my grandmother’s to relieve my mother. I then stay with my grandmother Thursday – Sunday, going home Sunday morning to close my store.

In the same shopping center as my work is a Turkish restaurant that I go to whenever I have a little bit of extra money, for a treat. The owner is also a regular of the coffee shop where I work. One day he asks me about the change in my schedule, because before I started taking care of my grandmother I always worked Friday nights. I tell him about my grandmother and that I have to leave right after work on Thursdays.

For the next six months while I took care of my grandmother he or his wife always stopped by on Thursday with dinner for me and would refuse payment. If I tried to pay while they weren’t at the restaurant the money would wind up with the food the next week. Not only were they providing me with food, most of it was things that weren’t on the menu and that they had made special for me. It was the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me and became a bright spot in my otherwise hectic week.

Never Getting Sick Of Pizza

, , , | Orem, UT, USA | Hopeless | March 21, 2017

(A family in our neighborhood has recently returned from Disney World, where their unvaccinated children contracted measles. Even after showing symptoms, they continue to go to the store, school, church, etc., until they finally went to the doctor and the Health Department put them in quarantine. Unfortunately, by this point, half the neighborhood has been exposed, including my infant son, who is far too young to receive the MMR yet. My husband also can’t find his vaccination records, so we are also quarantined in our home for 3 weeks — the usual length of time by which symptoms will show.)

Me: *two weeks into quarantine* “I would kill for a pizza right now.”

Husband: “Me, too. I’d commit any number of unspeakable crimes for some pepperoni.”

Me: “I wonder if there’s a way for them to deliver without breaking quarantine?”

Husband: “I don’t know.”

Me: *starts dialing* “Only one way to find out. Hello? I have kind of a strange request.”

Employee: “Ooookay?”

Me: “You know the measles outbreak? We were exposed, so we’re quarantined in our home. Don’t worry, no signs of anything wrong, but it’s better to be safe. But we’re dying for some pizza.”

Employee: “Man, that sucks! I’m sorry.”

Me: “Thanks. Is there anyway we could pay everything, including tip, on the card in advance, and have your driver just leave the pies on the trunk of our car outside? Then I can grab them after he leaves, so we don’t risk breaking the quarantine.”

Employee: “Yeah, we can make that work. Let me just make a note…” *silence for a few moments* “Okay, so what kind of pizza do you want?”

Me: *orders a couple of pizzas, a bottle of soda, breadsticks, etc.* “Thank you so much!”

Employee: “No prob. That should be there in about half an hour. Let us know if you need anything else. Hope you get out soon!”

(Thirty minutes later, my phone rings.)

Driver: “Hi! You ordered pizza a la car, right?”

Me: “Yeah, that’s us.”

Driver: “Okay. Your order is on the trunk of the [describes car] with the [license plate]. Is that right?”

Me: “Yes! Thanks. You don’t know how much we appreciate this!”

Driver: “It’s not a bother. I’ve pulled out and I’m down the road. Please come out and check your pizzas and let me know if there’s a problem. Bye!” *hangs up*

(I quickly stepped out and checked the pizzas. They were correct, and there was a note on a second, extra bottle of soda, wishing us luck from everyone at the store. I looked up to see the driver grinning like a fool. She gave me two thumbs up, mouthed “It’s going to be okay!”, and drove off. Thanks, pizza folks, for making a scary and stressful time a little more bearable!)

Caught Red Hot Chilli Pepper Handed

, , , | WA, USA | Working | February 9, 2017

We had a lunch thief where I was working.

One day I left my lunch in the fridge, and came in to find it sitting on the counter with one bite gone.

It was the strangest thing . . . just because that recipe called for 3-5 habanero peppers and 3 tablespoons of Tabasco, and the prime suspect in the theft hated spicy food!

I figure that just about took his head off.

And I never had anyone steal my lunch the rest of the time I was there!

Souped Up Kindness

, , , | USA | Hopeless | February 2, 2017

(I’m a university student struggling through my busiest day of the week on little sleep when I decide to get some lunch. I stop at a cafe on campus, planning on getting some soup since it’s cold outside.)

Cafe Worker: “I’m afraid we’re out of soup today.”

Me: “Oh, um, I guess I’ll have [sandwich], then.”

(I go to pay and realize I don’t have very much money on me, which adds to my already growing stress levels.)

Me: *exhausted and near tears* “I’m so sorry; I was only planning on getting soup so I’m short money for the sandwich. I can run back to my dorm; I think I have time.”

Cafe Worker: *shakes head and smiles* “So that’s one small soup. Your total is [total]. Have a great day.”

(I’ve since graduated but I haven’t forgotten the small act of kindness that helped an exhausted and very stressed out student get through the rest of that day.)

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