The Power Of A Half Hour  

, , , , , , | Working | October 28, 2019

I was looking to buy a dress for a wedding. After searching all of the shops on the high street, I finally found one that I liked. It was red and floor-length and fairly inexpensive. I picked it up. I bought it. I left.

End of story. Not quite.

About half an hour later, I was meeting a friend and I pulled the dress out of the bag to show her. She quickly spotted a massive scuff mark on the skirt, between one of the pleats, that I hadn’t seen.

I went back to the shop immediately and tried to get an exchange.

I handed over my receipt and showed them the scuff mark and asked if I could swap it. Suddenly, the woman called the manager over and they started whispering. They disappeared into the back with the dress and another sales assistant came over to explain that I couldn’t return the dress because I’d clearly worn it and that I should be ashamed for trying to return a dress with the tags after wearing it to an event.

I stood there, shocked and silent, as this woman railed on me for doing something I didn’t do.

I’ll never forget the look on her face when I asked her to check the time stamp on the receipt, which showed that I had only bought the dress half an hour before.

I decided to get a refund instead of an exchange and I bought another dress elsewhere.

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Unfiltered Story #173099

, , , | Unfiltered | October 28, 2019

I’m deaf in my left ear and wear a cochlear implant and partially deaf in my right ear but have a regular hearing aid in it. Both can be seen as I have my hair up. I’m at a mini supermarket waiting to pay. The 5 tills are along the wall to our right but we queue to the left to wait. There are people at tills 1 and 2 when I’m called to till 4. The customers at till 2 move their son in so I can pass. I smile as a way of thanks and the man and child holding his hand smile back as an acknowledgement.

Customer: Hey! Rude! Some people say thank you!

I turn to her and speak. My speech isn’t too bad as I wasn’t born deaf (I contracted meningitis when I was about 12), but it certainly isn’t crystal clear and you can tell I have hearing issues.

Me: I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would need to hear the words THANK YOU. I hoped you would be polite enough to realise that forcing my to speak aloud in public might be a problem and my smile of thanks would be enough.

Customer: F*** o** pulling that s*** just to get sympathy. I’m not the b**** here. You’re the one being rude.

The shop suddenly went very quiet. I could see an employee walking toward us when the man of the couple spoke.

Male customer: What the hell, (name)? You can’t just yell at people like that. She didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve had enough of this. You either apologise or we’re (he and the little boy) going.

She just looked from me to the man without saying anything. So he went and left the woman standing alone at the till with about 10 people staring at her. The employee, who turned out to be the manager, then got to us.

Manager: He’s not wrong. Either apologise or get out of my shop….

He then gave her about 10 seconds before talking again.

Manager: Ok then. Get out, now, before I have you removed.

The woman went, while everyone in the shop stared at her. She had the grace to look embarrassed but never apologised to me.

Calendar (Red) Alert!

, , , , , , | Working | October 23, 2019

(I am eight weeks pregnant when I get very sick as a result of my pregnancy. I have to spend a week in hospital. By UK law, women are protected against discrimination if they have to have time off for anything relating to their pregnancy. Because of this, I have to tell my bosses REALLY early about the pregnancy to ensure I am covered legally as my boss is a bit weird. We have a back-to-work meeting, and everyone else congratulates me on my pregnancy.)

Me: “Thanks, guys!”

Boss: “[My Name]! I just worked it out. You got pregnant eight weeks ago, right? Wasn’t that your boyfriend’s birthday? We all know what gift he got!” *nudge nudge wink wink*

(Everyone just sat in silence awkwardly until we moved on with the meeting.)

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Engineering Their Own Demise

, , , , , | Working | October 23, 2019

(My partner works in a specialised area of IT as an engineer. His job involves going from site to site with many different clients. My partner does not like wearing suits because he is an engineer; his boss lets him get away with wearing a plain shirt — not tucked in — and dark jeans. One day, he is called to a fancy office in central London. The receptionist asks him to sit down and wait for his contact at the company to show him to the server room. A few minutes later a woman in a suit marches over to him.)

Woman: “You’re late!”

Partner: “Excuse me?”

Woman: “You’re late for your interview with Mr. [Hiring Person]! We don’t hire people that can’t even be on time!”

Partner: “Okay.”

(My partner just sits back down in reception and patiently continues waiting for his contact at the company.)


Partner: “Did you ask for my name?”

Woman: “Excuse me?!”

Partner: “My name is [Partner] and I work for [IT Company]. I am waiting for Mr. [Client]. I am not here for an interview, but even if I was, it is never acceptable to shout at another person that way. Especially in a professional environment.”

(The receptionist called my partner through and he managed to get to work on fixing the problem. My partner mentioned the shouting woman to his contact, who happened to be the CEO. The woman was still on probation, which means that you can be let go with not much warning. When he went back the next month, she was gone.)

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Never Ever Off The Clock

, , , , | Right | October 21, 2019

(I’m back at work after a day off. I’ve opened the store and my colleague comes in an hour later.)

Coworker: “[Customer] called for you yesterday.”

Me: “Oh, okay. I spoke to her on the phone earlier this morning.”

Coworker: “Yeah, she was quite agitated and insisted that she had to talk to you immediately as it was urgent. When I told her you weren’t at work, she asked for your personal number so that she could call you at home.”

Me: “Wait, what?”

Coworker: “I refused to give it to her, saying that I couldn’t give out personal information. Eventually, I managed to get her to tell me that she wanted to pay off the balance on her order. I said that I could process the payment for her, but she refused my help and asked for you to call her today.”

Me: “She didn’t mention any of that to me! I even emailed her to say that I wouldn’t be in yesterday, but that I’d be back today. I don’t know why she didn’t just speak to you. It’s not like I could have helped her on my day off. I don’t have access to the order system at home and I don’t have a PDQ machine, either! Does she think I just carry a portable PDQ machine with me at all times?”

Coworker: “I guess so!”

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