I worked for about twenty years as a server and thought I’d seen it all until I started this job. I work currently as the night auditor at a small hotel in a university town.

A few weeks ago, I had a noise complaint at around 3:00 am. I called the room twice and got no response, so I walked up there and knocked on the door. When the door opened, there stood Catwoman. She purred at me.

Ummmmm…

I looked past her and there was another Catwoman sitting on the back of a man who was clearly dressed as a horse. She had a small whip and lightly smacked his a** with it. He neighed.

I just stood there with my mouth open. Just when I was starting to get my thoughts together, a dude dressed as a My Little Pony walked out of the bathroom on all fours and snorted. I lost it.

When I recovered, I told them about the noise complaint and asked them to keep it down. They apologized and I didn’t hear any more out of them. When they checked out, they were very friendly.

We just got a one-star review from a guest who stayed with us on Christmas Eve. She arrived alone in a rideshare fresh from having hip replacement surgery. Her complaint? We did not accommodate her disability because we were not able to provide a room with no carpet, a wheelchair to get her to her room, a bellman to take care of getting her and her luggage to her room, room service so she could get something to eat without leaving her room… and on and on.

First off, we are a Select Service property. Bellmen, room service, etc. — never had it, never will. Second, in what universe is hotel staff responsible for taking care of post-operation patients? Thirdly, thank you for wrecking our perfect score this month with your whining. Maybe you should not have waited until your discharge date to make a hotel reservation while hopped up on painkillers!

The entitlement of so many people these days is just astonishing, and I’ve been in this business for close to twenty years.

I work at a well-known but smaller size retail store. This morning, three girls came in and bought the stuff to make homemade macaroni and cheese from scratch.

In conversation, I told them that’s the one thing I just can’t seem to make.

A couple of hours, later they came back in with a big plate of BBQ and a huge side of mac and cheese. They said it was because I was so nice and that the store was open on the fourth of July.

That absolutely made working today worth it.

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It’s the summer of 2020. I joined my boyfriend on a camping trip to the woods, planning to relax while he worked. We both work in tree removal, but I didn’t have a current project. I accidentally got a job as admin support for my boyfriend’s boss after hanging around the office one day and giving Excel tips. (He didn’t know what Ctrl+F did.)

At first, I helped with building spreadsheets, reports, and sending emails for him. Every day, he asked a new task of me, and every day, I did it well. Eventually, I had developed a schedule and even included running programs to check for mistakes while I took calls to increase productivity.

My boss — the owner of the company — decided he had nothing to do with me there, so he went home (to a different state and time zone) and I ran things. There were about three months of this. I wouldn’t really hear from him except for the occasional, “How much money did we make this week?” or, “Has anyone told you you’re doing a great job?” I’m a very modest person so believe me when I say that I was great at this job. Nothing got by me. I kept everything organized and always knew where to find any kind of information I needed.

A few weeks into the fourth month, my boss came back and brought his family. His wife would hang around the office and watch me like a hawk. If I took too long of a bathroom break or doodled while on conference calls, she would tell me that I was on company time. And honestly, I didn’t mind too much; she was very nice a lot of the time and I’m pretty easygoing.

During a standdown, my boyfriend and I went home. We were having dinner with his family when my boss’s wife called. She was angry from the start of the call. “Where is [Employee]’s paperwork?” she demanded.

I told her it was scanned and in the locked folders in our company files and walked her calmly through how to find it. She then yelled at me for not organizing files. As I said, I always knew exactly where everything was. Everything she asked for, I told her where to find just off the top of my head. She demanded that, due to my incompetence, she wanted to organize all files from now on because that was her job and this was her company. I was a bit upset but didn’t let her know and apologized for any mistakes. Remember, she and her husband had not been present or in much contact for months.

Following this call, every file, paper scrap, receipt, etc., that needed filing, I sent her in an email stating that it needed filing. She eventually told me that I didn’t need to send her everything and to just file it, but I let her know that, due to my history of “incompetence,” I didn’t want to jeopardize the company or create issues by misfiling, and that it was important to me that she did her job so she could be present in her company. She hated filing. I don’t know why she did what she did, but I never let her get out of that hole she dug.

I work at a store franchise as a cashier, among other small jobs around the store. I open the store relatively often or at least work early in the morning. We hire a cleaning company to clean the store with their industrial equipment, and they are also employed by a few other large franchises to clean. To avoid doing it in front of customers, they come in the middle of the night, and they have their own key and alarm code to enter.

One day, a coworker and I are talking about how all the jewelry in our display sold — about $3,000 worth — and we are wondering who bought that much jewelry.

Turns out, our store cleaners were caught on camera stealing the jewelry in the middle of the night! At least $3,000 worth! On top of that, we realized they have been stealing for years! So now, there are years’ worth of camera footage to look through to calculate how much they actually ended up stealing, as my company is suing them.

I’m assuming if it adds up to more than $5,000 worth of product, they will also be going to jail for theft over $5,000. Also, of course, our company has informed their other employers, so it is more than likely that they have lost all their contracts. And who knows if they were stealing from them, as well?