Quit By Friday

, , , , , | Working | November 2, 2017

(I’m a junior in college. I’ve been working at this store since high school. My boss, while not a nice person, has always been great about working with my class schedule.)

Me: “Hey, [Boss], here’s my class schedule for this coming semester. Due to my new schedule, I can’t work Mondays or Wednesdays anymore, but I can do Tuesdays and Thursdays, instead.”

Boss: “Thanks for telling me! This won’t be an issue.”

(When I get the next week’s schedule, I notice I’m not scheduled. I shrug it off, until I’m not scheduled the week after that, either! I track down my boss.)

Me: “Hey! What’s up with the schedule? I haven’t been on there for two weeks.”

Boss: “Oh, I don’t have a need for you on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

Me: “Not even between four and eight? We’re always busy then.”

Boss: “What I need you to do is work Mondays and Wednesdays.”

Me: “I can’t. I have class from 9:00 to 5:30. Then I have project groups that meet after class. You said the schedule change was fine!”

Boss: “Figure it out, [My Name]. You’re not getting any hours until you put your schedule back to Mondays and Wednesdays. That’s when I want you to work.”

(I fume about it, until I find out the on-campus bookstore is hiring. I apply and am hired on the spot. They even ask me for my class list, so that they can schedule around it. I return to the grocery store a couple days later, resignation in hand.)

Boss: *smugly* “So, have you come back to change your schedule?”

Me: “I sure have.” *hands her my resignation letter* “I quit.”

If You Cut The Line We Cut The Cheese

, , , , , , | Right | November 1, 2017

(The store has multiple cash registers, but only one line. It is very busy, and I am in line, when a woman pushes her way past everyone else waiting and starts unloading her basket at a register that still has another customer trying to finish their purchase.)

Cashier: “Miss, you need to go back and wait in line, please.”

Customer: “No! I’m in a hurry, and I don’t have time for that!”

(The argument started. While the cashier was trying as best she could to get the woman to act like a reasonable adult, the guy in front of me wandered over next to the rude woman, circled back, and in a quiet voice muttered, “That’ll teach her!” and walked back towards the sales floor. No one else in line had any idea what he had done until the woman started yelling and gagging from the horrible “crop dusting.”)

A Bad Taste In Girlfriends, Sew It Seems

, , , , , , | Friendly | November 1, 2017

(My husband and I have a few friends over for the weekend and one of them brings his girlfriend. She’s nice enough but is a bit immature. I’m sewing in my craft nook while they’re playing [Adult Card Game] closeby at the dining room table. The girlfriend says something to me, but I can’t hear her over my sewing machine and the music my husband has playing.)

Me: *stopping my machine* “What was that?”

Girlfriend: “Why aren’t you playing with us? Don’t you like this game? We’re about to start a new round after they get their drinks.”

Me: *checking the straightness of my stitches* “Because the toddler is with my parents, and I need to get this done so that I can give it to [Other Friend] before he leaves. I should have already finished this, but it’s hard to sew with a toddler trying to steal the fabric because he likes how it feels.”

(I go back to sewing, and she gets up and moves over to my table.)

Girlfriend: *loudly as she leans close* “Could you teach me?!”

Me: *shouting* “No! Sorry! I don’t teach.”

(This is a question I’ve been asked several times over, and most people take “no” for an answer. Not this girl. She taps my shoulder, and I groan in frustration as I stop sewing.)

Me: *sharply* “What?”

Girlfriend: “Why don’t you teach?”

Me: “Because I lack the patience!”

Girlfriend: “But you have a toddler.”

Me: “Yes, and I’m patient with him because he’s a toddler. I don’t have the patience to teach adults stuff because adults often don’t listen very well.”

(I give her a pointed look, hoping she’ll understand what I’m getting at, but it goes completely over her head.)

Girlfriend: “Well… Yeah, I guess… but I really want to learn to sew.”

Me: *fighting the urge to snarl at her* “Well, go over to my computer, pull up my browser, go to Google, then type, ‘how to sew,’ in the search box. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of resource blogs and at least a couple videos that can help you out.”

Girlfriend: “Yeah, but you’re right here. Right now.”

(Before I can snap at her, her boyfriend returns to the table with his drink and, noticing my expression, intervenes.)

Friend: “Hey, [Girlfriend], she said no, so stop asking. I’ll help you find tutorials later, okay? She might even help you after she finishes what she’s doing there.”

Girlfriend: “But—”

Friend: *cutting her off* “Stop it before they ask us to leave.”

(She sulked but returned to the other table to continue their game. Less than a week later, they broke up because she annoyed most of his other friends with her bratty behavior.)

They Don’t Want You Or Your Money

, , , , , , | Right | November 1, 2017

(I work in a locally owned craft store. An elderly man brings a bouquet of balloons to the register.)

Customer: *hands me the price slip* “I guess you want money now, don’t you?”

Me: “Um… Yes. Just let me calculate your total.”

Customer: “Well, that’s just like a woman, isn’t it? They always want money!”

Me: *speechless*

What A Pretentious Drip

, , , , | Working | November 1, 2017

(I am youngish-looking, so I often get bad service from places like banks or upper-class restaurants who think I’m just some teenage girl who can’t afford their services and is a waste of their time. It is raining really hard, so I decide to go get a coffee and shelter in a cafe. There is only one employee in there at the time, but it isn’t busy so I get to order right away.)

Employee: “You’re wet.”

Me: “Yes, it’s been raining all day.”

Employee: “Yeah, but you’re wet.”

Me: “I just escaped from the rain.”

Employee: “You’re dripping.”

Me: “Oh, sorry about that. Unfortunately, it rains so often here.”

Employee: “You’re dripping.”

Me: “Sir, can I order now?”

Employee: “But you’re dripping all over my floor.”

Me: “Sir?”

Employee: “Yes?”

Me: “When every other customer came in today, were they wet, and did they drip?”

Employee: “Yes.”

Me: “Did you tell each of them that they were wet and dripping, and expect them to apologize for it?”

Employee: “No.”

Me: “Well, then, can I order my coffee now?”

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