So Tight You Can Never Take Them Off Again

, , , , , | Right | November 20, 2017

(I am the customer in this story. I am a sophomore in high school and I’m really into the whole goth scene. I purchase a pair of pants from a gothic clothing store in the mall. I go to the ladies’ room in the food court to put them on, but they are really tight. So, still wearing the pants, I return to the store. I approach the counter.)

Me: “Hey, I just bought these pants and they are a little too tight. Can I exchange them?”

Cashier: *looks me in the face, looks down at the pants that I am wearing, looks back up at my face* “You’re wearing them, dude.”

Me: “…”

(I ran off. I was too embarrassed to even go take them off and put my old ones on and come back. Out of sheer embarrassment, I just kept the too-tight pants I wasn’t able to wear. As a side note though, it was the push I needed, and less than a year later I’d lost enough weight to fit in them!)

Not Someone You Hire At The Eleventh Hour

, , , , , | Working | November 17, 2017

(I work at a clothing store. My supervisor and I are looking over possible new hires. All new hires have to fill out a form online and answer a few basic questions.)

Me: “I like this guy.”

Supervisor: “Look at what he put for his starting salary.” *we normally expect minimum wage, which is $11.40*

Me: “$25 an hour!”

Supervisor: “Let’s call him, anyway. Maybe he’s joking.”

(We called him. He wasn’t. He didn’t get the job.)

Wish They Would Stop Trucking Swearing

, , , , , , , | Right | November 17, 2017

(The mall where I work has construction going on near our store, and the nearest mall door is closed off to customers. There are security guards posted to let construction and mall workers in and out. One of my employees has used the emergency exit in our backroom that opens up into the designated smoking area and the construction area. He returns from his smoke break and opens the door to the backroom to come back to work, followed by someone who shouldn’t be in my backroom. The stranger walks right past me and out of my store.)

Me: “What the…?”

Employee: “He’s a foreman or something for the construction, and the security guards aren’t there to let him in. I just did him a favour.”

Me: “How noble of you, but you know better than to let a random dude from outside into the backroom! If the managers or head office had come in, you’d be in a ton of trouble! No more randoms through the backroom door, understood?”

Employee: “Yeah, I get it. My bad.”

(Ten minutes later, the same random dude walks back into the store.)

Construction Guy: “Can you let me out through there?”

Me: “No, sir. I can’t have non-employees going into the backroom. [Employee] let you in to do you a favour, but I can’t let you exit through there.”

Construction Guy: “Seriously? I’ve already been back there; stop being a d*** and just let me leave. The exit doors won’t open.”

Me: “Yeah, and that was a one-time deal, and a mistake that [Employee] made. But I can’t let you back there again. The security personnel just walked past the store; if you catch up to them, they’ll be more than happy to let you out.”

Construction Guy: “What the f***?! My truck is sitting out there!”

Me: “If you keep being so ridiculously crass in a store full of kids, I’m going to have security remove you. [Employee], call the security office.”

Construction Guy: “F*** YOU, A**HOLE! IF SOMEBODY STEALS MY TRUCK I’LL F****** SUE YOU!”

Me: “You can try, and now I’m going to escort you to the door.” *starts to walk around the counter*

Construction Guy: “Whatever! Hope you have a great day, b****!”

Me: “Thank you; I will. You take care, now.”

(He started to walk out, head turned to continue screaming profanities at me, and promptly walked right into the massive glass window at the front of the store. All the customers started laughing at him as he picked himself up and stormed out, as I chuckled and waved goodbye.)

Minimum Effort Gets Minimum Wage

, , , , | Working | November 13, 2017

(We have a “now hiring” sign in the hall outside our store. I am doing small chores when a man walks in.)

Man: “What’s your starting pay?”

Me: *caught off-guard and not quite hearing him* “Sorry?”

Man: “What’s your starting pay?”

Me: “Oh! Uh, it’s minimum wage.”

Man: “All right, thanks.”

(He immediately left, without picking up an application. I don’t know what sort of pay he was expecting from a tiny store in the mall, but how could a full-grown adult expect he’d be hired ANYWHERE if he asked about the pay without even saying hello?)

Needs To Interview Review

, , , , , , | Working | October 31, 2017

(I have just finished working at a jewelry store as a seasonal employee. That same day, I decide to apply for other stores in the same mall. I apply to a kooky little gift shop in the mall that is privately owned by a husband and wife.)

Manager: *taking resume* “Okay, so, the owners won’t be around for another two weeks, but when they are I’ll have them call you to set up an interview.”

Me: “Okay.”

(More than two weeks come and go, so I decide to call the store, since no one has called me.)

Manager: “Oh, they aren’t in yet. I’ll call you when they’re in.”

(I never get a call that night, but I do get one the next morning.)

Owner: “Hi, this is [Owner]. I want to set up an interview next week.”

(Keep in mind, this has been five or six weeks now.)

Me: “Okay.”

(The day before my interview, the manager calls me.)

Manager: “Yeah, there’s going to be a huge snowstorm tomorrow, and the owners won’t be able to come in.”

Me: “Okay.”

Manager: “We will call you with a new time.”

(As this is going on, I get rehired at an amusement park for the summer, meaning I can only work at this gift shop until May. I am getting worried because no one will want to hire someone who will have to leave in three months. It has been another week since the manager called me, so I decide to call back and tell them to forget it. An employee tells me they wrote it on a note and will give it the owner. I promise them that there are no hard feelings, and promise to reapply in December. A week later:)

Owner: *calls me on my cell, so I don’t recognize number* “Hi, is this [Not My Name]?”

Me: “No, sorry. You have the wrong number.”

Owner: “Okay, sorry.”

(I get another call an hour later.)

Owner: “Hi, [My Name], I accidentally called you by the wrong name. I want to set up an interview date.”

(Clearly, she never got the message.)

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