If You Don’t Want To Be Here, Don’t!

, , , , , , | Working | January 26, 2021

I work with a woman who is lovely but clearly so fed up with her job that she doesn’t want to be there. She constantly pushes the limits of what she can get away with, doing as little as possible and crying when she’s found out.

It doesn’t bother me to start with, but when I find myself doing her work for her, I am not having it. I complain, but it’s too late; our boss has bought into her many lies and is convinced that she is so busy on so many projects — she just shows up to the meetings — and is even taking work home with her! The work never gets done or is so late that someone else has done it already. I am ignored and actually told I could learn something from her work ethic.

Months pass. Now that I’m forced to work with her every day, I can see how lazy she has become. Everything of hers is way behind or full of really basic errors. Every time I ask for more information on her tasks, she doesn’t know or is “too busy to be bothered by that.”

What annoys me more is that she is never at her desk; she’s always getting coffee or arriving late and leaving early. She disappears for lunch and then takes another lunch at her desk — to show how committed she is. I am rushing around doing her work for her and she spends most of the day on her phone or missing.

It gets to the point where I want to quit, when by chance I spot her ahead of me one day in the shops getting lunch. She hasn’t spotted me make my order or stand behind her, waiting for my food. She pulls out her phone and starts loudly chatting to someone. The topic turns to work and she begins bragging about how she has her manager wrapped around her finger, how she will “just claim discrimination” if he ever disciplines her, and so on.

I take the opportunity and record her on video. I miss a lot, but I catch her actually complaining that she is bored at work and has nothing to do! She says she will probably call in sick after lunch.

I leave before her and head straight back to the office. No surprise, she isn’t there. A while later, my manager brings a stack of folders to my desk.

Manager: “You need to prepare this report today. You’ll probably be working late.”

I have had enough. 

Me: “This is ridiculous. How am I going to do this? This is [Coworker]’s work; I don’t know anything about this.”

Manager: “Well, she has called in sick, really unwell actually. She might not be in the rest of the week.”

Me: *Louder than I mean* “What utter bulls***. She is faking it; I saw her earlier. She’s fine.”

Manager: “You’re on a thin rope here, [My Name]. [Coworker] has been telling me all about how much work you’ve been. How much she’s helped you.”

Me: “She did, did she? Such a good employee, is she? Listen to this.”

I pull out my phone and put the volume to max; the whole office can hear at this point.

My manager listens, says nothing, and goes white. He slowly takes a look at the massive pile of work he has dumped on my desk and seems to tense up.

Manager: “Well, that does change things.”

Me: “I’m sorry but I did tell you this. If you don’t believe me, come to her meetings or ask the others.”

Manager: *Pause* “Yes, I think I will do that.”

Over the next few weeks, our manager suddenly, unannounced, would join the meetings that [Coworker] was so busy in. He would say nothing the whole time. A couple of members of the team mentioned that he was asking questions about [Coworker]’s performance. They all had responses similar to mine.

I had to help her with her work for a few more weeks; she was doing it now but I had to check it before it went out. She kept disappearing and her work never improved. A few weeks after that, our manager announced that she had decided to leave the company.

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Vacation Time Is Sacred

, , , , | Working | January 25, 2021

Due to several coworkers suddenly quitting and then a series of store events, I have to push my vacation back by over six months. When I finally get the okay to take it, I make it clear to the store manager that I will not be able to come in, that I will be out of state, and that if he needs help he is to call the shift leader, as I’m the assistant manager. On day three of the trip, I get a phone call from the store.

Me: “Hey, what’s up?”

Manager: “Are you busy today?”

I immediately realize what she’s asking.

Me: “Yes, I am busy every day, all day, until [date my vacation time ends].”

Manager: “Are you sure? [Coworker] called out and—”

Me: “Did you miss the ten conversations I had with you about not being available?”

Manager: “Well… no… but…”

Me: “I am not able to come in. I told you to call [Shift Leader] instead of me. Goodbye.”

A couple of days later, I get another call.

Manager: “Hey, do you think we could swap shifts? I’m behind on cleaning the house, but I can work your shift next week.”

I’m furious at this point.

Me: “No. I’ve told you too many times, I am not able to come in. Period. No exceptions. I waited way too long for this. I am not leaving my vacation early just because you don’t wanna work.”

Manager: “But [My Name], it would mean so much to me!”

Me: “Yeah, well, it would mean a lot if I could take my vacation without being harassed about work. Call me again and I’m reporting you to [District Manager].”

I hang up. A couple of hours later, while at dinner, my district manager calls.

District Manager: “Hey, I heard you refused to come in this week.”

Me: “Yeah, I’m on vacation this and next week. [Manager] called and keeps trying to get me to come in.”

District Manager: “Wait, vacation? She told me you just didn’t wanna come in.”

Me: “Yeah, I waited over half a year to take this because of everything happening to the store. I made sure she knew I wouldn’t be able to come in, even if somehow I wanted. Both times she called, I reminded her that I was on vacation, but she didn’t seem to care.”

District Manager: *Long pause* “I’ll take care of this. If she calls again, don’t answer.”

She does call — five more times over the trip. I don’t even look at the voicemails until I get back home. The first is a lecture about how I shouldn’t get the district manager involved because it isn’t that big of a deal. The rest are her asking if I could come in just for a couple of hours. I call the district manager again after hearing them.

Me: “Why do I have four voicemails asking for me to come in to work, all left while I was on vacation?”

District Manager: “I don’t know, to be honest. I told her to stop harassing you, to not even call you until you got back. I’ll have a meeting with her tomorrow. If you’re back, you’re more than welcome to come in so I can talk with you, too.”

Me: “Sure, what time?”

The next day, I show up at the store. I’m clearly dressed casually, as I still have a couple more days of my vacation left. As soon as I walk in, the manager smiles at me.

Manager: “Oh, [My Name], you’re back! Do you think you could cover me so I can run some errands?”

The district manager walks in right after me. My manager’s smile falls.

District Manager: “[Manager], office. Now.”

While they “talked,” I hung out on the floor and talked with some coworkers. Apparently, the manager complained about me being out of town and they thought she was trying to ruin my vacation because she was jealous. Any time someone called off, she refused to call someone besides me to cover it, even when they reminded her I was on vacation.

After a bit, I see the store manager walk out of the office, glaring at me. The district manager calls me over.

Me: “How’d it go?”

District Manager: “Don’t tell anyone I told you, but that woman is a f****** idiot. She admitted to only calling you to try to get you to leave your trip early because she wanted to take one herself. I told her she had approved yours and that she was harassing you the entire time you were out, and she said she could do what she wanted, since she was your boss.”

Me: “What?!”

District Manager: “Yeah, and I reminded her who her boss was and wrote her up. I also told her that if she ever does that again, I’ll fire her.”

A few months later, someone else went out of state for a funeral. The store manager called them, during the service, asking if they could come in to cover a shift. I could hear the yelling from my desk across the office. They also called the district manager, who made good on his promise and fired her.


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The Money Is As Real As Her Managerial Skills

, , , , , , | Working | CREDIT: CosmosOfTime | January 23, 2021

I work at a fast food restaurant and we have a scanner machine to check if money is real or not. One day, I touch the machine’s sensor and notice that it still scans my hand as money. I do this with a piece of paper, as well, and conclude that the machine is broken.

During the same shift, I have a manager that does nothing but sit on her a** all day and only helps us with orders if we are behind orders by twenty-plus minutes. I tell her about the machine and she says she’ll check it later. I’m supposed to scan every ten- and twenty-dollar bill, and for fifties and hundreds, I have to give it to a manager to check.

A few hours go by, and my manager still hasn’t checked the machine, and by this point, I’m checking every ten and twenty by holding it up to a light, which can be seen as rude to a customer. One customer complains to me and calls my manager over.

Customer: “This employee is discriminating against me! Checking my ten-dollar bill like I’m a criminal!”

Instead of defending me, as the machine is broken and she still hasn’t checked it, she begins yelling at me in front of this customer.

Me: “[Manager], the machine is still broken, and I still need to check each bill the same as I would if the machine was working.”

Without even checking the machine, my manager just says:

Manager: “Just use the machine. Who would even use a counterfeit on a ten- or twenty-dollar bill?”

I decide the argument isn’t worth $9 an hour and just comply. I quickly scan every bill until I see two shady-acting women.

The first woman hands me a twenty-dollar bill that is obviously fake; I don’t even have to check it. It feels and looks like paper. I decide I will just follow orders and scan it. Since it goes off, I put it in the register. The second customer comes and hands me a similar counterfeit bill. I do the same thing.

Later, when my shift is about to end, my manager counts my drawer, finds the two counterfeit bills, and freaks out at me. I zone out for most of it, but most of it consists of her calling me dumb for not noticing these obvious counterfeits and telling me I’m going to get fired.

Well, what actually happened was the regional and general managers called me in to fire me on my next shift, and then I told them the story. They then checked the cameras and listened to our conversation about the machine being broken and concluded that the manager was in the wrong for: one, not letting me check the bills visibly, and two, telling me to use the machine that I explained as broken.

She was fired, and I later saw her working the cash register at a grocery store. Hopefully, she checks if she gets any counterfeit bills.

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Good Thing Bad Parenting Isn’t Contagious

, , , , | Healthy | January 23, 2021

I work for a school for students with special needs. Most of the parents are great, but some are idiots.

I am working in a first-grade classroom. One of the teachers takes one of the kids to the bathroom while I am helping the other teacher hand out breakfast. We suddenly hear a small scream, and the teacher comes out, holding the kid under the armpits.

Teacher: “He’s got ringworm! Get him to the nurse, quick!”

I grab the kid and take him to the nurse’s office, which is a closed-off area of the main admin office. The nurse is just about to go on her medication rounds but quickly checks the student, confirming it is ringworm, and goes to call his mother. It’s a small office so I hear the whole conversation while I keep the kid entertained.

Nurse: “Hello, [Mother], we just discovered that your son has ringworm. Could you please come get him?”

Mother: “Yes, I know. I saw it this morning.”

Nurse: “Excuse me?!”

Mother: “I put a bandaid on it. Didn’t you see?”

Nurse: “Ma’am, you cannot cure ringworm with a bandaid. You need to pick up your son and bring him home. He cannot return to school until a doctor confirms that the ringworm is gone.”

Mother: “I’m at work.”

Nurse: “You still need to come pick him up and take him home. How soon can you be here?”

Mother: “I’m at work; I can’t get him. He has to stay there for today.”

Nurse: “No, you need to pick him up. He has a contagious fungal infection and cannot stay here!”

Mother: “I’m at work.” *Hangs up*

The nurse turns back to me in shock.

Nurse: “Can you believe this?!”

Me: “Yes, but good news: she doesn’t work. She brings [Student] a hot lunch every day, so she’ll be here in a few hours.”

The nurse just looks at me, incredulous, but then goes out to the secretary and talks to her before coming back in and filling me in on the plan. She then leaves for her rounds, leaving me to watch the student and keep him isolated.

After two hours, when it’s almost time for our class’s lunchtime, the student’s mother drives up. The nurse has just returned, and she and the secretary leap into action.

The secretary lets the mother in but then stands by the door to the outside. The nurse comes out of her office, leading the student. I stand by the door leading into the school, blocking anyone from getting in.

The nurse marches up to the mother, who is dressed in a T-shirt, yoga pants, and flip-flops — definitely NOT a working uniform — and holds the student out to her.

Nurse: “Your son has a fungal infection that is contagious via skin contact and he cannot return here until you have a doctor’s note stating that the infection is one-hundred percent cleared up. It will be at least a week. Make sure your doctor includes a phone number because I will be calling to check and be sure [Student] was cleared. You may go now.”

The mother silently took her son and exited via the door the secretary was holding open for her. The student did return fully healed, but she never tried to pull that trick again!

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Time To Clean The Brain Filter

, , , , , | Working | January 22, 2021

My husband works in hospitality, as do I. We decide to take advantage of a discount on a room and spend the night in a hotel during a weekend of wine tasting with friends. Check-in is uneventful and we proceed to our room. My husband tends to evaluate it as an engineer and housekeeper to make sure all is well. I tend to look at the upkeep details.

My husband finds two lightbulbs that are out, so he takes them out of the lamps and leaves them on the dresser. I notice some minor upkeep issues.

Then, we realize that there is no real airflow in the room, despite turning the fan and AC on. My husband looks around and locates the return air filter and opens it. The filter is completely blocked and disgusting. When we look at it, we notice a date written in the corner; it is two years old!

Upon checkout, I mention the lightbulbs to the front desk agent.

Agent: “How would we know unless you tell us?”

I was shocked silent. I skipped mentioning the air filter, figuring they would see it leaning against the wall when they serviced the room. In the industry, it is standard for housekeepers to test all lights to ensure they all work, among other things. There is no excuse for the air filter.

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