Consider Them “Aware”

, , , , , | Learning | May 11, 2018

(Because it’s Sexual Assault Awareness Month, my college has been having a number of related events. I’m sitting in the Veterans’ Lounge when one of the SAAM coordinators walks in, intending to inform us about an interestingly-named presentation/Q&A panel.)

Coordinator: “Hey, we’re having Sex In The Dark right now if you want to come. There’s snacks! Bye.”

(As soon as she left, everybody burst into laughter at how poorly-phrased her invitation was, but hey, at least it was memorable.)

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Unfiltered Story #108136

, , | Unfiltered | March 28, 2018

(I was sitting down in a booth at the restaurant​, waiting for my food, when suddenly I felt a hand running through my hair! I jerked up, looking at the divider the hand was reaching over, and a woman popped up over the divider, with a big grin on her face.)

Woman: Hey ther…

(When she saw me she froze, her face shifting to a grimace of shock. She stood up a bit, looked into the booth next to mine, then back at me, before she sunk out of sight, followed by the other people bursting out laughing. I chuckled myself once I got over my shock at the unexpected touch.)

Compassion Is Dying

, , , , , | Working | March 14, 2018

(I have worked retail with this company for two years, and during the holiday season it’s all hands on deck. We have blackout dates we aren’t allowed to request off. In October, I am promoted to a new position which includes full-time. Sadly, two months later, at the beginning of December, my grandfather passes away. The funeral is in Illinois, so I let my department manager know I’ll need bereavement for the three days to travel the four hours down, attend the wake and funeral, and travel back.)

Department Manager: “Now’s not really a good time.”

Me: *unable to reign in my sarcasm, due to my shock* “I’m sorry my grandpa picked an inconvenient time to die!”

(She waves it off with a halfhearted apology. The next day, she and the store manager pull me out of my department to talk.)

Store Manager: “So, [My Name], I looked at the policies, and you actually only get bereavement if you’ve been full-time for 90 days. You haven’t been, yet, but we’re going to work with you. We can give you one day, even though it’s blackout.”

Me: *very relieved* “Oh, thank you so much!”

(I figured it wasn’t ideal, but I took off at four in the morning to be sure to get there in time for the wake. I left the funeral and cleanup around 7:00 pm, to get in around 11:00 pm, to prepare for work the next morning. Later, when I was looking at policies for something different, I found I had been lied to. The bereavement policy referred to “full-time employees who have completed 90 days of employment,” NOT “full-time for 90 days.” As I had been working there two years, this meant I was more than eligible for the bereavement. I don’t ever think I’ll quite forgive her for not allowing me the time I needed and was entitled to, giving me the most stressful funeral, just to cut down on time I was away during the holidays.)

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The Kind Of Person Who Puts The Shotgun Into “Shotgun Wedding”

, , , , , | Right | March 12, 2018

(I’m finishing up with a very normal sales call when suddenly everything changes.)

Customer: “You have a nice voice. I can tell you’re a beautiful woman. How old are you?”

Me: “I’m 21. So, we have your set up date as [date]. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Customer: “Are you married?”

Me: *lying* “Yes.”

Customer: “You should leave him and marry me. I can tell you’re a nice girl. I’ll be at your work tonight with flowers, waiting.”

Me: *standing up and flapping my arms at management across the room* “That’s very nice of you, but please, don’t. I’m going to transfer you to the confirmation line now.”

Customer: “You will be my bride!”

Me: “Have a great day.” *transfers*

Manager: *runs up* “What happened?”

Me: “I need an escort to my car in an hour.”

Manager: “Why?”

Me: “Remember that crazy person who said he would shoot up the building last month? This is worse.”

Manager: “A bomb?!”

Me: “Forced marriage.”

Manager: “S***. [Coworker]! Can you walk [My Name] to her car? You’re bigger than me!”

(And yes, Crazy Marriage Guy did show up an hour after I left. Security left the flowers at my cubicle. This is why I said it was worse. Angry people say they will kill people all the time, willy-nilly. Really crazy people try to marry you.)

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Unfiltered Story #101992

, , , | Unfiltered | December 25, 2017

(Recently moving back home I was doing my Christmas shopping last minute. I parked in a back ally lot and used a delivery door to avoid traffic. I had worked in that mall for years, knew everyone, and could tell you the ins and outs.)

*After I appeared through a side door*: Manager: You don’t work here.

Me: Nope. But remember when I did and all the fights we had? It must be my hair I’m (name).

*look of shock*

Me: Yeah. Meet my kid who’s dad you tried to dramatically raise rent on out of contract. Move!

*manager steps aside*

Me: Thank you! Hey (security guard)! You’re still here!