This story reminded me of when I worked for a convenience store for three years back in the early 1980s. Convenience stores are not known for taking care of their employees, and in fact, we once had a situation with our air conditioner as was described by the author of the story I mentioned.

One morning, I was stocking those refillable soda bottles, and one of them exploded in my face.

I called my mother, told her what had happened, and asked her to come to where I was working and take me to the hospital.

Mother: “Oh, no! I don’t have a car!”

Me: “If you can get a ride out here, you can drive my car.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, she was there, dropped off by her friend’s husband. Knowing my mother, if her friend hadn’t had a car, she’d have been knocking on neighborhood doors until she got a ride.

I ended up with a lacerated cornea, and the company paid for all my medical appointments and gave me paid sick leave.

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I’m a manager in a pharmacy. Sometime in 2021, half of our store floor is turned into a temporary vaccination facility. We explain this to some of our retail customers who ask why a wall of curtains is blocking their access to what used to be departments they would use. Most are fine with it — emphasis on “most”.

Customer: “You should all be ashamed of normalizing vaccines! You just don’t know what’s in them!”

Me: “Actually, we know exactly what’s in them.”

Customer: “You only know what they want you to know! They cause autism!”

Me: “That is simply not true.” *Looks around conspiratorially and leans in closer* “What if the vaccines caused cancer, though?”

Customer: *Also leaning in* “Why? What have you heard?”

Me: “Oh, nothing. Just wondering, don’t you buy cigarettes every time you come here?”

Yes, I know, it’s stupid that a pharmacy sells cigarettes, but hey! Corporate America!

Customer: “That’s different!”

Me: “You’re right! Over 150,000 people die of lung cancer in the US every year. I think maybe three or four people have died from vaccine complications in the US? After 300 million doses. So, yeah… very different.”

Customer: “You’re just a sheep who does what he’s told! Look at the real evidence!”

Me: “I’m a sheep that didn’t get sick while working in a pharmacy during a global health crisis. That’s plenty of evidence right there. So, one pack or two today?”

The customer glared at me but still bought her daily pack of cigarettes.

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Customer: “I’d like the Italian sub, but could you burn it?”

Me: “You mean extra toasted?”

Customer: “No, burn it. Like, make it black on the ends.”

Me: “I suppose we could, but it wouldn’t really be good for the sandwich, or for you.”

Customer: “I heard that you can burn away the calories! This way, I maintain my calorie deficit.”

Me: “I really don’t think—”

Customer: “Oh, and add extra cheese! If this thing is going to have zero calories, I might as well go wild!”

I was diagnosed with a hearing disorder when I was a child. This hearing disorder makes it difficult for me to understand conversations, and it’s getting to the point where I’m considering a hearing aid.

A client wanted a phone conference. My policy is to use video conferences — body language and lip reading are possible, at least, plus Skype allows texting during the call — or instant messaging/email. That way, I understand exactly what my clients want, and both of us can send screenshots, examples, etc.

Client: “I can’t video message. Let’s call.”

Me: “I explained to you earlier that that would be hard for me. Would you prefer emailing?”

Client: “Calling.”

Me: “Why wouldn’t email work?”

Client: “No.”

Me: “I hope you understand that it would be difficult for me to understand you.”

Client: “Work it out.”

I work in a daycare. I wake up early in the morning with the stomach bug that’s been going around. I call the daycare as soon as they open to let them know I won’t be able to come in. 

Me: “Hi, [Receptionist], I have the stomach bug, so I won’t be able to come in today.”

Receptionist: *Sigh* “This is highly inconvenient. We need you in.”

Me: “I understand, and I apologize for the short notice, but I am very unwell. I’ve been throwing up every hour since 2:00 am.”

Receptionist: “Doesn’t matter. Either get a doctor’s note or get to work.”

Me: “I’m not driving anywhere. It would be unsafe for me to do so.”

Receptionist: “Ask someone to drive you in. You are needed at work.”

I take a long pause.

Me: “Give me a second.”

I grab another device so I can start recording.

Me: “All right, I’m back. I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page. I’m recording the rest of our conversation so there’s no confusion. Would you mind repeating that you are saying that I need to come into work and be around babies while puking my guts out with a probably highly contagious illness?”

Now [Receptionist] takes a long pause.

Receptionist: “We’ll figure something out. Stay home and feel better soon.”