My job fired half of our employees, so we were barely staffed. Management told the remaining employees:
Management: “No one is allowed to take time off for any reason. No vacations, no sick days, NOTHING.”
When a coworker was fired for calling in sick, I decided I didn’t want to work for a company like that, and I quit immediately.
Customer: “I need your lemonade.”
Me: “What size?”
Customer: “Large. But I am allergic to lemons.”
Me: “O… kay? Well, our lemonade is made from freshly squeezed lemons.”
The customer just stares at me with that “So, what are you going to do for me?” look.
Me: “…so, I wouldn’t recommend drinking… that?”
Customer: “But I want it?”
Me: “If you’re allergic to lemons, you can’t.”
Customer: “So, what should I do?”
Me: “Drink something other than lemonade?”
Customer: “Well, you’re not being very helpful.”
Me: “I’d rather be unhelpful and not kill you.”
Customer: “You should know how to be helpful without killing me!”
The customer walked away and I was left thinking that this job will be the death of me.
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I own a little gift store in our city. In December 2022, an elderly lady comes in wearing a mask, and after a while, chooses a single low-ticket item and brings it to the checkout. I tell her the total, and she pulls out her wallet and gives me exact change.
Then, she pulls down her mask, licks her fingertips, and counts out the paper money.
It is all I can do to cautiously take it from her and set it aside until after she is long gone, at which point I proceed to spray down the money with rubbing alcohol. Multiple times. And my hands, too, just in case.
She understood germs well enough to wear a mask but still gave me money with spit on it.
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I recently started a serving job at a restaurant chain. When I was hired, the general manager told me he was extremely strict about being late and/or calling off, especially calling off because they have a serious issue with servers calling out. I’m not really one to do either, so this didn’t faze me.
My first week was strictly training. My second one was when I started running my own shifts, and it was perfect. I made a decent amount in tips, and I kept a guest satisfaction rating of 92%.
The third week, I was supposed to work a double, but I woke up with a very sore throat and cold sweats, plus a fever, so I called the restaurant to call out. The general manager answered the phone.
General Manager: “If you’re calling to call out, you’d better just not come back at all, because I’ve already had another server call out.”
So, I went in and worked the double, but toward the end, I halfway lost my voice and nearly fainted a couple of times.
I woke up the next day not feeling any better, so I decided I had to call out. I was met with a pretty hostile reaction because I’m too new to call out and it’s my responsibility to not get sick.
I quit because that’s simply disrespectful. Employees are people.
Me: “Man, I scraped my finger a few days ago, and it’s really annoying me.”
Friend: “Let me see.”
I show him the tiny scrape on my ring finger.
Friend: “Oh, that’s really small. You’re fine.”
Me: “Yeah, except it’s in the exact spot that I put the most pressure on when writing, so it hurts when I write.”
Friend: “Oh, so it’s, ‘On a scale of one to ten, how do rate your pain?’ ‘Pi. It’s small, but it goes on forever.’”
