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Litter Tray Littering

, , , , , | Right | December 29, 2022

I work at a thrift store, and I am at the donation door. [Coworker] comes down at five minutes to the end of the hour when we have a moment of quiet. He is the next hour’s door shift.

A car pulls in, and an old lady hops out of the car really quickly. She sprints to the back of her car, grabs something, and puts it by our door. We open the door and find one of those covered cat litter boxes.

Coworker: “Hey, ma’am, I’m sorry, but we can’t take litter boxes.”

He bends down to pick it up and the top comes RIGHT OFF. There are three inches of used cat sand in the bottom. Holy moly, I can SMELL the cat pee.

Old Woman: “Well, I can’t take it with me.”

Me: “You’re going to have to, because we cannot accept this. We don’t take in anything that has been exposed to feces or urine.”

Old Woman: “I CAN’T TAKE IT WITH ME, SO YOU’RE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO ACCEPT IT!”

Me: “No. No, we’re not.”

I pick up the cat litter box and put it right back into the back of her car.

Me:You brought it here, so you are going to find another place for it. We will not accept this.”

Old Woman: “Well, you’re just going to have to hold onto it, and I’ll come back for it later then!”

Me: “No, ma’am. That’s not happening.”

As if I would trust her to “come back” for it!

Old Woman: “What if I dumped the cat sand out of it first?! Will you take it then?”

Me: “No, ma’am, it will have still been exposed to cat feces.”

She looked like the kind of person who would just walk to the edge of our parking lot and just upend it there; I could see it in her eyes. Nope. Nope. Nope. Just… Nope.

She looked furious, but both [Coworker] and I were standing in the doorway watching her. There was no way for her to just dump it and run without us interfering. Finally, she drove off with it.

What’s that, you ask? Did I wash my hands a thousand times after picking that thing up?

Why, yes! Yes, I did!

IT Must Stand For “Intentionally Tedious”

, , , , , | Working | December 29, 2022

One of my reports has to get his laptop reimaged because of a mistake in Central IT. That means basically getting his laptop rebuilt from the ground up — stressy and messy.

It takes nearly two weeks to get this done, because the procedures for reinstalling all the apps are not well defined, and there are always some missing. This is less than excusable because IT themselves specify what the standard build contains, but they themselves cannot update their recovery procedures to match this, so there is ALWAYS some back and forward.

My report finds he’s still missing the VPN that he needs to connect remotely, and he is due to fly out to a client’s site on Wednesday afternoon. Normally, he would be spending the morning at home, getting his stuff together, getting ready to go up to the airport, chilling, or whatever before the flight. But of course, because he hasn’t had the VPN pushed out to him, he has to come into the office that morning to get it achieved, despite the fact that the request to get this done was put in on Monday. It didn’t happen Tuesday because the bloke whose job it was took a day off for some reason we weren’t told about.

So, first thing Wednesday, I’m on the phone with the IT team to get this expedited. 

IT Team: “It will be done today.” 

Me: “Please do it now. [My Report] is due to fly out. This has to be done while he is in the office, and he is not going to be in the office all day.”

IT Team: “Okay, we’ll do it now.”

I can detect attitude.

Me: *Politely* “Thank you. This is mission-critical, as can be seen in the job request.”

IT Team: “Everything you send us is job-critical. If everything is job-critical, then nothing is.”

The upshot of this conversation is me crafting an email that will go to higher management to explain what is going on because I am irritated by this, and I am starting to be concerned about whether it is actually going to get done.

An hour later, my report is still waiting on this software to be pushed out, so I get back onto IT, as they won’t listen to him and his complaints. And again, and again, until it is after midday and my report is in danger of missing his flight. The situation is explained in considerable depth and breadth, but the sulky and surly voice at the other end (I have not met this person, he is in another branch of the company, in a different location) again says, “If everything is mission-critical, then nothing is.” He ends with, “Do you know just how much we have to do here?” as though it’s my fault his team broke the laptop in the first place.

This continues through the afternoon, and by this time, my report has missed his flight and is still at his desk at 5:00 pm. He is now just sitting there at his desk, staring out of the window, motionless, completely out of “spoons”. He’s gone through the gamut of emotions during the course of the day.

Me: “Just go. Leave your laptop here, go home, and take the rest of the week off — paid. We will reschedule the meeting at the client’s location.”

Finally, the software is installed by 5:30, after most everyone has gone home, and I’m still there trying to get in touch with the IT team. And finally, I manage to talk to the person who has ACTUALLY installed the software — not the manager of the team that I’ve been speaking to.

His excuse for not doing it earlier?

Installer: “Why should we have to cater to someone who just wants to go home early? We have to be here all day, so I don’t see why you people can’t stay here all day, as well.”

I made sure that upper management was completely aware of this situation, and I recommended that heads roll because of this.

Fortunately, the client was accepting of our excuses and was prepared to reschedule the meeting for the following week, but it was a serious embarrassment to us and caused us considerable extra expense.

Seriously Cheesed Off, Part 5

, , , , , , , , , | Right | December 29, 2022

I work in one of those over-the-top fast food places that you only really find on The Strip in Las Vegas. There are several eating challenges where if you eat a certain amount, then it’s free, and we take your polaroid for a “wall of fame.”

We have an item on the menu that isn’t part of this deal but is equally ridiculous. I can’t say its real name but it’s something like the OCTUPLE-CHEESE QUADRUPLE-PATTY CHEDDAR EXPLOSION. Seriously, it is that ridiculous. Only in America can a heart attack be a challenge, not a fear.

A family walks in, and one of the guys wants to try this cheese explosion. His family sits down, and I bring out their orders. After a few minutes, they call me over.

Customer: “There’s something wrong with my burger.”

Me: *Eyeing the cheese explosion* “What’s that, sir?”

Customer: “There’s not enough cheese.”

I am eyeing the ridiculous cheese-to-literally-everything-else ratio as eight types of cheese meltingly ooze from his burger in all directions.

Me: “That is the… uh… standard amount of cheese that comes with the octuple-cheese quadruple-patty cheddar explosion, sir.”

Customer: “It’s just… I wanted more.”

Me: “Would you like me to—”

Customer: “I’m not paying for this.”

He takes another bite. Cheese oozes further onto his plate.

Me: “If you’d like to order something else, I can take this and—”

Customer: “No, I’ll finish it. I’m just not paying for it.”

Me: “Sir, if you continue to finish the meal, then you will have to pay for it.”

Customer: “Are you [slur for disabled people]? I’m… not… paying.”

As soon as he uses that word, I am done. I get my manager and explain the situation. My manager approaches the table.

Manager: “Excuse me, sir. My waiter told me that you have an issue with your meal?”

Customer: “Yes! I wanted more cheese! I didn’t get the expected amount.”

Manager: “I can also see that you’ve almost finished your meal.”

Customer: “I’m hungry! I’ll finish it, but I won’t be paying for it.”

Manager: “Sir, if you have an issue with your meal, we are happy to replace it provided you haven’t finished it, but if you proceed to finish it, then we will have to charge you for the meal.”

Customer: “Seriously? I am not paying. I made a complaint. Why aren’t you upholding a customer complaint?”

Manager: “Because, sir, you ordered the OCTUPLE-CHEESE QUADRUPLE-PATTY CHEDDAR EXPLOSION burger and thought to yourself, ‘What this needs is more cheese.’”

Customer: “You… You’re making me sound unreasonable!”

Manager: “Am I? I’ll have [My Name] come by with your check.”

He simmered. He finished his meal. He paid. There were huge clumps of cheese left on his plate.

Related:
Seriously Cheesed Off, Part 4
Seriously Cheesed Off, Part 3
Seriously Cheesed Off, Part 2
Seriously Cheesed Off

Makes You Wish All The Rude People Would Just Fly Away

, , , , , , , | Working | December 29, 2022

Today is a windy day. A coworker and I are putting up flyers for a building event. We have quite a few in a small box, one for each elevator lobby, each exterior door, etc. I partially tape one flyer on the front door while my coworker and I chat idly, and as I go for the tape to complete the flyer, an employee from another office cuts in with a hasty, “Excuse me, sorry,” and throws the door open all the way to go outside.

The wind pushes into the lobby, ripping the flyer I have been putting up off the glass and sending the rest of them shooting out of the box across God’s creation.

The employee just trots away without addressing the chaos she has just unleashed because she didn’t want to wait a literal fraction of a second for me to put down the second piece of tape. It’s worth noting that only six feet to the right there is another set of doors.

Coworker: “I hate people.” 

Me: “Understandable.”

Entitlement At 30,000 Feet

, , , , | Right | December 29, 2022

On our flight, the only open seat on the whole plane is between me and the elderly man by the window. A forty-ish-year-old woman is seated in the middle of the row behind us. She taps me on the shoulder.

Woman: “Hey, trade seats with me.

Me: “No, thanks.

Woman: “Seriously? There’s one empty seat on the whole plane.

Me: “Must be my lucky day, then.”

Elderly Man:Our lucky day; we can have a party!”

Me: “Apple juice and peanuts for everyone!

The elderly man smiles.

Woman: “B****!”

She leans back, making various comments the whole trip about how disrespectful and selfish I am. When we land, the people behind me flood the aisle. The flight attendant speaks over the loudspeaker.

Attendant: “Welcome to [City]. We understand you would like to leave, but we have not yet been cleared to open the doors. Please return to your seats and wait. Thank you for understanding.

Woman: “Jesus Christ. Seriously?

Attendant: “Ma’am, please sit down. We will be out of here as soon as possible.

The elderly man and I exchange a glance but say nothing. We sit there for maybe ten minutes, the man happily looking out the window. The flight attendant announces that we are free to go, and I feel the woman behind me pull on the seats to stand. I get up and stand in the aisle.

Me: “Come on, sir.”

Elderly Man: “Are you sure?

Me: “I don’t mind waiting.

Woman: “Are you joking? You’re such a f****** b****!”

Me: “How about you sit down and be respectful and patient?”

The woman glares at me but doesn’t say anything else. The elderly man makes his way off the plane. At the front, we meet up with the flight attendant.

Attendant: “Have a good day. Thank you.”

Elderly Man: “This one—” *gestures to me* “—is nice.

Attendant: “That’s lovely, sir.

Elderly Man: “That one—” *gestures to the woman behind me* “—is lucky the other one didn’t sock her.

Attendant: *Shocked* “Oh. Okay, sir. You… have a wonderful day.”

The attendant gave me a confused look, but I just smiled and shrugged.