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Allergic To Common Sense, Part 21

, , , , | Right | August 7, 2021

We have a vestibule in our building, as well as mandatory rules set in place for guests to wear masks. While we offer free masks, we prefer to have people already wearing them. As I’m taking an order to the delivery table, I spot two guests entering, both without masks. I am a shift manager.

Me: *Stopping in my steps* “Oh, do you two have masks?”

Male Guest: “No, I was hoping you had some extras?”

I gesture to my cashier to bring them masks, and he brings one. As such, I ask the second guest if she’ll step outside while her boyfriend orders. She complies, or so I think.

Me: *Going to my other manager* “Outside means outside?”

I get a nod in return, so I go to the guest.

Me: “Ma’am, I do need you to step outside while your order is made.”

Female Guest: “I am outside.”

Me: “Well, no, you’re in the vestibule; this is still inside our building. I need you to step outside fully.”

Female Guest: “Well, that completely contradicts what I know about public building space. The entranceway is public property.”

Me: “As long as you’re inside our doors, you’re in our building. Please step outside.”

My secondary manager has noticed she’s arguing with me and steps behind me. The female guest proceeds to stand with the door open, which prompts my general manager to talk to her afterward. Finally, she relents, and we ask him what happened.

General Manager: “Well, she was concerned that you two were upset with her, and that she was worried whether her dish would still be allergy-free.”

Yes, as if we were going to make it against her allergy requirements. Some people.

Related:
Allergic To Common Sense, Part 20
Allergic To Common Sense, Part 19
Allergic To Common Sense, Part 18
Allergic To Common Sense, Part 17
Allergic To Common Sense, Part 16

Why Working From Home Is Not An Option For Some

, , , , | Right | August 6, 2021

Our company is transitioning to working from our homes instead of the office. I am a network engineer, but my supervisors have me working extra hours as a helpdesk service agent to assist with other employees in my company who are having issues getting set up to work from home.

Me: “Helpdesk, this is [My Name].”

Employee: “Hi, I’m [Employee] with customer support. I went out and bought a [Brand] wireless keyboard and mouse, and the keyboard’s not working.”

Me: “Okay, is there a switch on the keyboard, and is it in the on position?”

Employee: *Checks over the keyboard* “Yes.”

Me: “Are the batteries in good condition and are they inserted in the correct orientation?”

Employee: *Opens the battery compartment and checks* “Yes, they are.”

Me: “Okay, good. Do the mouse and keyboard share a USB receiver?”

Employee: “What’s that mean?”

Me: “It’s a little plastic thing that you inserted into a USB port in your docking station.”

Employee: “What’s a docking station?”

Me: “It’s the device that your extra monitors and other devices connect with. It should be plugged into your laptop.”

Employee: “Oh, that thing! Yeah, the UBC thing is plugged into that.”

Me: “USB. Okay, and the mouse is working fine?”

Employee: “Yes.”

Me: “Hmm, that’s odd. You might have a faulty keyboard.”

Employee: *Annoyed* “Well that’s just great, I’m going to have to go back to the office and grab my work keyboard and mouse.”

Me: “Let’s try to eliminate some variables first. Unplug the receiver and plug it into one of the USB ports on the laptop.”

Employee: “My laptop doesn’t have any UBC ports.”

Me: “Ma’am, I have the same laptop model as you. You have three USB ports: two on the left side, one on the right.”

Employee: “Let me get my husband over here to help.”

She puts down the phone and I can hear her faintly discussing the situation with her husband. It takes a while but the two of them manage to locate a USB port and plug in the receiver before she picks up the phone again.

Employee: “Okay, we got the UBC thing plugged into the laptop.”

Me: “Okay, good. Does the keyboard work now?”

Employee: “Nope.”

Me: “But the mouse still does?”

Employee: “Yes.”

Me: “That is odd. The only thing else I can think of is to check the drivers. Can you click on the Start button?”

Employee: “Is that on the keyboard?”

Me: “No, it’s that little button on your screen with the Windows symbol in the bottom left-hand corner. You click on it with your mouse.”

Employee: “I can’t find it.”

Me: “What do you see on your screen?”

Employee: “It just says [Brand Of Monitor].”

It starts to dawn on me what’s going on.

Me: “What’s on your laptop’s built-in monitor?”

Employee: “It’s just black.”

Me: “Is there a little white light above the left side of your laptop’s keyboard?”

Employee: “No.”

Me: “Ma’am, your computer is not turned on.”

Employee: “Oh, how do I turn it on?”

Me: “There’s a little round button in the same place as the white light; you need to press it and wait for the computer to boot up.”

There was even more that I didn’t include here. We were on the phone for over ninety minutes. It took a while to get her to put her USB receiver back into her dock, too; it was like it became invisible once she inserted it in her laptop.

There are so many questions to which I’ll never get an answer. Why did she not recognize that her computer wasn’t displaying her desktop? Why did she assume the problem was with her keyboard? Why did she think her mouse still worked? And most curious of all, how has she spent years doing a job on the same computer and not have the slightest insight into its basic operation?

A Nugget Of Kindness Is All That’s Needed

, , , | Right | July 30, 2021

I’ve been working for about three weeks. I am working back cash, which is where you take orders and take money at the same time.

Me: “Hello! Welcome to [Location]. How may I help you?”

Customer: “Yes I’d like a $3 bundle, large fry…”

The customer continues before I have a chance to ask which bundle she wants; we have three. I can’t enter anything else in, so I just click nuggets and fry for the bundle.

Customer: *Rudely* “Why are the nuggets on there? I don’t want nuggets.”

Me: “I’m so sorry about that, ma’am. We have three $3—”

Customer: “I don’t want nuggets! Take them off!”

Me: “Yes, I’m sorry, I can’t take it off without adding something else—”

Customer: “Take them off now! I don’t want them! Get them off! Take them off!”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, what would you like? I have three bundles; I cannot take the nuggets off without—”

Customer: “I DON’T WANT THE NUGGETS! I SAID TAKE THEM OFF!”

Me: “I will as soon as I can get something else—”

Customer: “TAKE THEM OFF NOW!”

I have anxiety, and typically I can handle it well, but I start tripping over my words and can’t figure out how to tell her I can’t take it off without putting something else in the order as she keeps interrupting me. My manager comes back and takes over.

Manager: *To me* “I’m about to make this woman mad.” *To the customer* “I’m sorry, ma’am. How can I help you?”

The customer respectfully gives her order, but again, she doesn’t state which bundle she wants. My manager is able to tell her what our bundles consist of and finishes her order.

Manager: “All right, ma’am, your total is [total].” *Switches to a passive-aggressive tone* “And we have a newbie taking your order today, so please be patient and respectful next time. Thank you.”

The customer comes to the window and I cash her out as my manager takes other orders next to me.

Customer: *Smiles* “It’ll get better, dear.”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: *Still smiling* “It’ll get easier.”

She then drove away. My job is only stressful and hard when people like that come through the drive-thru. I was perfectly fine before she started screaming at me. We proceeded to get packed afterward and I wasn’t able to take a few deep breaths and collect myself for two hours. I’m very proud of myself for not having a panic attack!

Gweilo-No-No

, , , , , | Right | July 21, 2021

I work at a grocery store that also has fish in their pet department, which I am in charge of maintaining this evening. An Asian man walks up.

Me: “Hello, sir. Do you need help?”

Male Customer: “No.”

Me: “If you need assistance, feel free to let me know.”

I continue to clean tanks and do paperwork nearby, in view. An Asian woman joins him looking at fish and I ask again if they need help. I’m told no and I repeat my message to let me know if they need assistance.

A few minutes pass. I’m keeping busy with tanks and the two are just staring at me making me very uncomfortable. I keep cleaning. After five more minutes of staring, the woman snaps.

Female Customer: “Aren’t you going to get us fish?”

Me: “I apologize! Absolutely!”

Female Customer: “We have been waiting ten minutes! This is ridiculous!”

Me: “I’m sorry. I did say to let me know if you needed help. I apologize for that wait.”

She tells me the fish she wants — a specific goldfish out of tanks of hundreds of goldfish that look near identical and two male bettas that she tries to get me to bag together — and demands a giant bag that holds a gallon for a single twenty-five-cent goldfish.

The entire time, she and the man are talking smack about me in Mandarin, which I studied for five years in school. I know enough to keep up a conversation and know they are talking in racial slurs and talking about how I must be in an abusive sexual relationship with a woman because of my shaved hair; I’m female with heavy scarring on my scalp from a car crash.

I hand them their fish.

Me: *In Mandarin* “Here you go, have a good day. I had an accident and am happily engaged. Don’t talk about what you don’t know.”

Watching their faces pale was delightful and their complaint to my boss was ignored.

If You’re Looking For A Sign, This Is It

, , , , , | Friendly | July 21, 2021

As a raised Christian who has since turned agnostic (bordering on atheistic), I make a point of maintaining an “agree to disagree” policy when communicating with other religious people. I give a simple nod and neutral reaction to any statements referring to their faith.

However, one friend I have had since high school is so deeply religious, it has me questioning whether it is faith or sheer madness. For example, she told me she had been permanently banned from returning to a church where she’d been a member for many years. I asked what happened.

Friend: “I had a dream that [Pastor] was having sex with [Twelve-Year-Old Girl]! And I knew in my heart this was a revelation from God. I told his wife about it and then told [Twelve-Year-Old Girl]’s parents that they should sit down with her and find out what was going on.”

Sometime later, she lost her job and remained unemployed for quite some time. She mentioned to me that the public assistance she was using was about to expire and she was concerned she was going to lose her apartment.

Me: “I know for a fact my job is hiring because we’ve been seriously understaffed after a group of people moved on after graduating from college. I’m great friends with the team leader and even the human resources manager; I can definitely set you up with an interview!”

Friend: “No… I don’t feel that God is leading me in that direction.”

Me: “Okay… but what are you going to do? You’re running out of time.”

Friend: “Maybe go to Syria and share the word of God with the terrorists so they will stop killing innocent people.”

Me: *Holding in various comments* “Okay, not that you would survive longer than two weeks, but how do you intend to get over there with no money and survive with no source of income?”

Friend: “God will take care of me.”

Me: “Right. Well, what’s your plan B if you aren’t able to make it out of town?”

Friend: “I have no choice but to wait on a sign from God. I’m hoping for an epiphany or for Him to send an angel to tell me what I should do next.”

I’m stunned into silence… and then I start slowly flapping my arms.

Me: “I’m Saint [My Name], sent directly from Heaven with a special message just for you. You are about to be homeless soon. Get… a… job!”


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