Announce Yourself Or Renounce Yourself  

, , , | Working | January 15, 2020

(I’ve gotten tired of the spam calls and am usually pretty brusque when a phone call comes from an unknown number.)

Me: “Hello.”

Telemarketer: *with obvious accent* “Hello, how are you doing?”

Me: “Why are you calling?”

Telemarketer: “Are you this rude with everyone?”

(I hung up. Who is being rude here? Geez.)

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Rudeness Doesn’t Know When To Quit

, , , | Right | January 15, 2020

(I’m talking to a nice customer. A woman approaches, stopping right at the register, next to — and quite close to — the man I’ve been helping, so I assume she’s with him, maybe his wife or something. A few minutes later, while I keep talking to the man, the woman starts pacing around us and eventually stops between us and looks at me.)

Woman Customer: *interrupting us* “I need your help.”

Me: *realizing she doesn’t know the man* “Well, sure, but I need to finish helping this man first.”

Woman Customer: “Well, you helped me yesterday, so you need to help me.”

(My assistant shop manager is the same build as me, and also male, so sometimes unperceptive customers mistake one of us for the other.)

Me: “I’m sorry, I wasn’t here yesterday.”

Woman Customer: “Well, he looked like you.”

Man Customer: *jokingly* “So, they’re both good-looking men?”

Woman Customer: “Nah, more normal-looking.”

Me: “…”

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This Name Survived The Third Reich

, , , , , , | Related | January 15, 2020

(I’m at my boyfriend’s house for dinner. I am meeting his parents and his siblings for the first time. I also have an unusual name.)

Boyfriend’s Sister: “So, what’s with your name?”

Me: “It’s a name.”

Boyfriend’s Sister: “Yeah, a stupid name.”

Boyfriend: *laughs nervously*

Boyfriend’s Mother: “[Boyfriend’s Sister]! [My Name] is a guest!”

Boyfriend’s Sister: “With a stupid name.” *looks at me smugly*

Me: “Actually, I was named after my great-grandma, who was in a concentration camp in the forties. She survived, but she later died from lung problems brought on by the terrible air in the camp.”

All: *silent*

Boyfriend: “Guys, I told you not to make fun of her name. I told you there was a reason for it. Now you’ve made yourselves look like jerks. Come on, [My Name], I’ll take you to [Fast Food Place]. You like the chicken nuggets, right? 

(Later on in the week, I got an apology letter from my boyfriend’s sister and it was signed by his parents, as well. Apparently, the girl got into a heap of trouble for making fun of my name.)

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These Explanations Are Just Not Working

, , , , , | Friendly | January 15, 2020

(I don’t work. In this day and age, it’s a controversial choice. I’ve yet to find a non-awkward way to answer. Here are a few attempts:)

Them: “So, what do you do?”

Me: “Mostly cooking and cleaning.”

Them: “No, for a job.”

Me: “I don’t have one.”

Them: *awkward silence*

(Another time:)

Them: “So, what type of job do you have?”

Me: “None.”

Them: “Why not?”

Me: “I’m disabled.”

Them: *starts giving medical advice or alternatives to traditional work*

Me: *grins and bears it*

(Another time, with my partner:)

Them: “[Partner], you work so hard! [My Name], what do you do?”

Me: “Make sure she has a nice meal to come home to.”

Them: “You don’t work?! That’s very selfish of you!” *starts ranting*

Partner: *interrupts* “The last time she overdid it, she wound up in bed with a three-day fever. She doesn’t work. That’s fine. I make enough for both of us.”

(Unfortunately, this leads to us never talking to them again, because my partner hates them and they treat me like a leech. I really don’t know how to handle the job question.)

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This Spells Trouble

, , , , | Right | January 14, 2020

(Our store is being remodeled so a lot of departments have been moved around. I do not leave my department much, so while I have a rough layout of the rest of the store, I don’t know specific aisles for certain things. A customer approaches me as I’m fixing some shelves.)

Customer: “Can you tell me where your automotive section starts?”

Me: “Okay, give me one second to search on my device.”

(Our device keyboards are pretty touch-sensitive so I wind up accidentally misspelling the word.)

Me: “Oh, shoot, it would help if I spelled that right. Give me one more moment.”

(By the time I say that, I have already typed it in correctly and am scrolling through trying to find the aisle number.)

Customer: “Never mind, then.” *to her husband* “Honey, she’s too stupid to spell. Come on; we’ll find it ourselves.”

(I stood there in shock at how rude she was as she wandered off. I had the aisle number pulled up by then and I watched them wander for ten minutes trying to find the aisle they needed. I mean, seriously, how miserable are you that you need to bully retail workers?)

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