Coding Isn’t A Game

, , , , , | Working | October 10, 2018

(I work as a producer for a video game publishing company. It’s very common for us to get applications from people trying to break into the industry, as I imagine it is for other publishers. We’re currently hiring for two programmer positions, both of which pay six figures a year because they have very steep skill requirements. We get an application from a young woman currently working part time as a cashier who has an impassioned cover letter talking about how she sees this job posting as her “big chance,” how she desperately wants to break into video games, etc. She has zero related skills — nothing about coding or anything whatsoever, just a bunch of part time jobs in every day work. Ordinarily I would send her a stock response about how we’re going with another candidate, but I feel for her because I literally once was that young woman trying to break into the industry over a decade ago, so I decide to call her and explain a bit more in detail so she doesn’t get discouraged. After I’ve explained why she isn’t a fit and provided some practical advice as to how she can get more experience at an entry level, she responds:)

Applicant: “Well, I do think I’m a fit.”

Me: “Unfortunately, you’ve told me yourself that you have no programming or any type of related experience. We were very clear about the requirements we need for this job because of the duties associated with it.”

Applicant: *in an irritable, haughty tone* “Well, I’m a fast learner.”

(One of the requirements we have is minimum five years experience.)

Me: “I’m sorry, but we can’t hand off this sort of sensitive work on that type of assurance.”

Applicant: *heavy sigh* “Well, I’m willing to entertain offers on the other position.”

(The other job listing had almost the exact same requirements. I turned her down, again, and she complained about my “unhelpfulness” and said she “would have thought I would have seen the value in being willing to work with someone as a teaching experience.” Talk about entitled! Sorry I wasn’t willing to handle off a ton of sensitive work to you that you ADMITTED you were unqualified to handle due to lacking the proper credentials and experience.)

No Pizza Is Worth Drunk Driving For

, , , , , , | Right | October 2, 2018

(I work at a family-run pizza shop on a busy Saturday night. The owner is helping to take calls and she receives one from a drunk customer complaining. She says she will wait for the customer to come to the store to talk to him. Five hours pass, and he is a no-show, so the owner heads home while we lock up. Ten minutes after she leaves, a car comes screeching into the parking lot and a man steps out. He almost immediately begins to berate our cashier as our remaining customers watch.)

Customer: “Where the f*** is that b****? She said she’d be here for me! G***d*** liar.”

(I step in to save our poor cashier, and I can smell the booze on him from across the counter. The cashier, meanwhile, is calling the cops to tell them about the man driving drunk.)

Me: “You must be [Customer]. She did wait for you, sir, but you told her you were on your way hours ago. She could not wait any longer for you, but I can help if you lower your voice for our other customers.”

Customer: “F*** you, you Nazi piece of s***. You and that b**** are just a couple of [anti-semitic slur] crooks. This whole place is full of Nazis. Give me my money, you [homophobic slur]!”

Me: “That is enough, sir. You can either leave now, wait for the police to come, or have our driver, the former Marine, escort you out physically. Either way, you have been barred from this restaurant.”

(He cursed a few times, called me and everyone else a Nazi again, despite me being Hispanic, then spun out of the parking lot. He was pulled over a block later by the police.)

Unfiltered Story #122109

, , , , | Unfiltered | September 25, 2018

(this is my old job at a fast food restaurant and occasionally I come in to say hi and visit my old co workers, me and my boyfriend, who still works there, order lunch and wait since there is a rush in the drive Thur, a customer orders after us, something smaller and we get our order before him, our order is way bigger but his items are cooking this i know because of the rush)
Customer: why do they get their order first?
Manager:(rushing to give everyone their order) We are still waiting on your items give us 2 more minutes
Customer: is not fair they have more items! I should have gotten my things first!
Me: (i’m fuming with anger because I know they are not doing it on purpose)Sir you need to wait she already told you to wait.
Customer: No body is talking to you!
Me:(He doesn’t know that i used to work here, i’m getting more angry because hes harassing my co workers so i took it personal) You need to wait and calm down the drive Thur is full and your order is coming out you could wait and you do need to be yelling!
Customer: Who the F*** are you to tell me what to say?!
Me:You need to calm you F***** A**! Its just f**** food! And don’t talk to them like that!
Customer: F**** You!
(Everyone around us is looking at me and my old manager is telling me to cut it out)
Manager:(whispers under her breath) thank you.
Me:You know you live in a nice area but your are like everyone has no patience and no education!
Customer: Shut the F**** up!
(My boyfriend steps in and pushes me to the dinning area to go sit a few moments later he passes by and is about to leave…)
Me:Did that take long?! Get the F***out of here!!!
Customer: (gives me the finger and leaves)
I felt like i had let go of so much anger that had built up for all those rude customers that day


, , , , | Working | September 21, 2018

(I’m waiting at a bus stop on a weekend evening. This particular stop is only used by this one bus line out of all bus agencies in the city, as evidenced by the lack of any other bus signs anywhere in the vicinity. At this time of night, the bus only comes once an hour, so I’m waiting for it pretty vigilantly, looking down the street every few seconds as well as tracking it on my phone. I’m standing on the edge of the sidewalk right next to the bus sign. Finally, I spot the bus. Its route is to make a turn from a perpendicular street onto the one where I’m waiting, and it proceeds to get stuck at the intersection for a really long time. I get bored and look back down at my phone. A few minutes later, I see the bus approaching me out of my side vision. I am still standing right at the edge of the sidewalk, and there’s no way for me to move any closer, so I don’t do anything and wait for it to stop. The bus comes up very slowly, so close to the sidewalk that it passes within inches of me, to all appearances as if it’s intending to stop, and then… keeps going. I look up at it in alarm. It moves on slowly but very determinedly until it’s nearly completely past me and the bus stop. Then, when I keep staring after it and start to move towards it, the bus – clearly reluctantly – abruptly skids to a stop. I quickly go after it, and when the door opens I step in. The driver is a very young woman, in her early 20s at the latest, if not her late teens. She is smugly smirking at me, seeming very satisfied with what she just did.)

Driver: “Hee-hee-hee. You were looking at your phone! And you almost missed your bus! Hee-hee-hee. You were looking at your phone! Whatcha looking at your phone for? You almost missed the bus! Hee-hee-hee-hee. Your phone! You were looking at it! You nearly missed the bus! Hurr-hurr-hurr…”

(She went on and on in the same vein, very stupidly grinning at me, clearly just barely holding herself back from loudly guffawing at how hilarious she thought it was. I stared at her, speechless, appalled that she could think it funny to do this to anyone, much less to another young woman who’d then be left stranded for a full hour in the dark in the middle of winter. I paid my fare without a word and found a seat. I noted her driver ID, and the next day I called the bus line’s customer service to report her behavior. Neither I, nor the person I spoke with, found this incident the least bit funny.)

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Give This Weird Customer The Boot

, , , , , | Right | September 14, 2018

(I work in a children’s shoe store in Beverly Hills. Serving the over-privileged offspring of the Los Angeles rich is about as much fun as you think it would be. But sometimes things take a turn for the creepy. A male customer comes in, wearing a raincoat. He has no child with him, and he is sweating, breathing hard, and wearing a creepy smile. Not wanting to discriminate against someone with a medical condition or something, I approach him.)

Customer: “I want a baby’s rubber rain boot.”

Me: “Okay.” *maybe the baby is at home?* “What size?”

Customer: “The smallest. As small as you have. I’ll buy the pair, but I only want one.”

(This gives me the shivers, quite frankly. But I’ve fielded weird requests before, and he is willing to pay for the pair.)

Me: “All right.”

(I disappear back into the stock room and bring him one baby’s rain boot. As I’m ringing him up, I ask:)

Me: “Do you mind me asking what it’s for? Has your child lost one of a pair?”

Customer: *looks up and gives me a creepy grin* “Oh, there is no child.”

(Then, perhaps realizing the impression he must have been making, follows up:)

Customer: “I make rain boots for dogs. It’s for a prototype.”

Me: “Oh, okay.”

(A few days later the creepster came back. He held the boot out to me, wanting to return it. No dice.)

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