Half-Baked Attempt At Blaming

, , , , | Working | November 29, 2019

(I work part-time at a small bakery chain. The way the register is set up, whoever clocks into the POS first, their names are on all the receipts until they sign out, even if there were others on shift. At this point, I’ve always worked the first opening shift and so my name has been on all the receipts. We have a coworker who I and others are fairly certain was only hired because this bakery chain is very keen on hiring those of the same ethnicity regardless of competency, and because he’s a friend of the manager’s son, who also works with us. Unbeknownst to me, this coworker messed up a cake order. I get a warning from my friend privately before messages come through the group chat on my day off.)

Friend: “Hey, dude. Heads up, [Manager] is really mad that you messed up.”

Me: “Wait, what happened?”

(The group chat notifications come in.)

Manager: “[My Name]! Why didn’t you write down an order for a cake on Tuesday?! The customer is furious!”

Me: “What? I didn’t take any cake orders on Tuesday.”

Manager: “Yes, you did! A woman came in and ordered a #1 blueberry cake and paid for it. I have the receipt with your name on it!”

Me: “What’s the time stamp?”

(She sends a picture.)

Me: “That shows the order happened at 12:18. I start work at 7:00 and take my half-hour lunch at 12:00. It was probably [Coworker] who took the order.”

Manager: “What? [Coworker] is this true?”

(He doesn’t respond until a couple of hours later.)

Coworker: “Oh, yes, it is. I’m sorry, [Manager], I completely forgot, lol…”

Manager: “Then why was [My Name]’s name on the receipt?”

Me: “Because I’m the first one to clock in and that’s how the POS works?”

Manager: “I see. Well, be more careful next time, [Coworker].”

(No, I did not get an apology. And later, I and a different coworker of the same ethnicity, neither of us the same as the bakery manager, slowly had our hours stripped away and were verbally abused until we quit so the manager wouldn’t have to pay severance, and she got to hire more of her son’s friends.)

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The Holiday Season That Never Ends

, , , , , , | Friendly | November 29, 2019

(It is about a week after Thanksgiving, and my husband and I are shopping for dinner supplies when we run into a friend and strike up a conversation. After a bit, we all point out our mutual dinner errand and end the conversation to go on our merry way.)

Husband: “See ya later!”

Friend: “See ya!”

Random Old Lady: *in a nasty tone* “What? No ‘Merry Christmas’? What kind of friends are you?”

Husband: *shocked for a moment, then incredulous* “I’m… sure we’ll see each other again before then, and he’s coming to my house anyway…”

Random Old Lady: *harumphs and walks off*

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It’s The Teachers That Need To Be Graded

, , , , , , | Learning | November 29, 2019

My friend is a teacher at a private high school. He’s one of two science teachers, as the school is pretty small. The other science teacher has been there for years and is very set in her ways. She believes there’s one way to teach, and if students don’t pick up on the material, too bad for them. She prides herself on the fact that “only a few students get As” in her class. Apparently, the teacher who was there before my friend also had a similar mentality, so it was very difficult for most of those students to get good grades in science.

My friend, on the other hand, believes that everyone is capable of getting an A if they’re willing to put in the effort, and is willing to help students during free periods and after classes, while the other teacher is not. My friend is new to teaching, so after he submitted his first-quarter grades, he got pulled into a meeting with the principal and the other science teacher. Apparently, the students in my friend’s class had “too many As” and he was being reprimanded for not making his class rigorous enough. The whole time, the other teacher kept giving him smug looks and making comments about how some people just weren’t cut out for teaching, if they didn’t have a firm enough hand for it. Basically, it came out that when his class’s grade average was way higher than hers, she threw a fit insisting it must be because he was giving his students easy As, because there was no way that many high schoolers could master the sciences to that extent.

He asked for a copy of her tests for the next units they were going into, and said he wanted to administer those to his class, since she thought his weren’t rigorous enough. The principal agreed and told my friend that he should use this as a learning opportunity, so he could “determine the level of difficulty” he should be striving for.

My friend taught that unit the same way he taught every single unit prior to it. He took time with students who were struggling, was always willing to repeat and review difficult concepts, and made himself available for whenever they could meet with him for extra help. At the end of the unit, both he and the other teacher administered the same test. 

In his class, the average grade was 92%. In the other teacher’s class, the average was 76%. The principal called him back in and checked that he hadn’t given extra credit or special help during the test. My friend swore he hadn’t, and then, in the most respectful way possible, told the principal that he thought that maybe the problem wasn’t that his class was too easy.

The other teacher is currently being retrained.

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Do Not Pass Without Password

, , , , | Right | November 29, 2019

(I work for a call center that does tech support for the devices the company makes and I help with the printer calls. Sometimes customers wish to register their products.)

Me: “Thanks for calling [Company]. This is [My Name] speaking; how may I help you?”

Customer: “Yes, I’m trying to register my printer and I’m having trouble. I type in my username and password and it says it’s invalid.”

Me: “Have you ever registered a [Company] product before?”

Customer: “No, this is my first time… I just bought this. I want to know why it says my information is invalid. It doesn’t even recognize my email when I try to recover my password.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but you would have had to register a product with us before for that to work. You want to click on the left there, where it mentions new registrations or says, ‘register now.’”

Customer: “I don’t have time for that. I just want your stupid page to accept my username and password. Can’t you help me do that?”

Me: “You can’t recover something that doesn’t exist.”

Customer: “You just don’t want to help me; get me in touch with someone who wants to do their job.”

Me: “No one here can help you with that. You need to create a new account if you wish to register your product since one did not exist before.”

Customer: “I’m through with you not helping me. I’m going to call back and get someone who knows their job.”

Me: “You can certainly do that. Is there anything else I can do to help you?”

Customer: “No.”

Me: “Then thanks for choosing [Company]; have a good day.”

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The Couponator: Thanksgiving Special  

, , , , | Right | November 28, 2019

(It is close to Thanksgiving. I am doing returns when I am stopped by a regular customer, whom I do not like because she is one of the old lady couponers. She asks me if I can get her some soup that is on sale on the top self. I say sure.)

Me: *grabs three or four cans* “Here you go.”

Regular: “Is there any more?”

Me: “Let me check.” *looks* “I am sorry; there is none left.”

Regular: “Are you kidding me? I have to get this stuff for Thanksgiving because I have people coming over. You should get more!” *walks off*

(I later tell the story to a coworker.)

Coworker: “Wow.”

Me: “I know. And I am just standing there thinking to myself, ‘You know, lady, other people need this stuff, too.’”

Coworker: “Gotta love those old lady couponers!”

The Couponator 15: The Transaction Void
The Couponator 14: Multiple Attack!
The Couponator 13: Coupons Of Purchases Past
The Couponator 12: The Special Competition

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