If I Knew A Sigh Was All It Would Take…

, , | Right | November 4, 2018

(Our office computer is out of date, and so lately it’s been acting really slow. It only happens once during my shift. A customer runs up to me.)

Customer: “Excuse me. How far is [Place] from here?”

Me: “I never heard of that place; let me check on my computer.”

(Unfortunately, the computer decides to freeze on me, so I let out a sigh of frustration. The antsy young lady becomes aggressive.)

Customer: “You know, I can ask somewhere else! Do you want me to go ask someone else?!”

Me: *realizing* “No, uh, I was sighing at the computer, not at you; it’s very slow. It’ll only take a few minutes, I think…”

Customer: *glowering* “No, you weren’t! That was a sigh of annoyance, at me, your customer! You know what? I’m just going to go!” *flounces off*

Me: “…”

(Later, she wrote to my manager and complaining about my sighing.)

Walking All Over The Rules

, , , , | Working | November 2, 2018

(My job has a strict dress code, including dress shoes that must be all black. I’ve recently been working 40+ hours a week on my feet, although my position is part-time. This has caused me to develop a painful foot problem, and my doctor writes me a note stating I must wear athletic shoes to work, even stating that they should accommodate for color, as the shoes I need do not come in all black. This happens the first day I wear my shoes to work after delivering my doctor’s note to the store manager.)

Assistant Manager: “Hey, your shoes are against dress code. You need a doctor’s note to wear athletic shoes!”

Me: “Actually, I have a doctor’s note. It’s on file with the store manager.”

Assistant Manager: “Well, they aren’t all black, so you need to change.”

Me: “My doctor’s note specifically says to accommodate for color, since these shoes are the exact ones I need for my condition. There’s a number on the note you can call if you have questions on it.”

Assistant Manager: “Well, until I see it, you can’t wear them.”

Me: “It’s filed with [Store Manager], or I can grab my other copy from my car if you’d prefer.”

Assistant Manager: “I didn’t expect you to be one to break the rules!”

(After this, he left. I’ve always been a strict rule follower, and it’s beyond me why he thought I’d break policy. I let my store manager know that the assistant manager was concerned about my shoes, and she let me know that she talked to him immediately after receiving my note. Some people.)

Goodbye Moto

, , , | Working | November 2, 2018

(A coworker’s cell phone is ringing with the annoying “Hello Moto” song, so loud that half of the floor can hear it. When the employee returns to her desk, the manager has a talk with her.)

Manager: “So, your phone was going off earlier, and it was doing…” *pause* “Hey, [Other Employee], what was it saying?”

Other Employee: “Oh, the hello moto?”

Manager: “Yeah.”

Employee: “Oh, my phone never goes off.”

Manager: “Well, it did… twice.”

Employee: “No one calls me.”

Manager: “Well, we’re in an office here, and we’re trying to talk to customers and everything. Do you think you could turn the ringer off?”

Employee: “It doesn’t turn off.”

Manager: “It doesn’t?”

Employee: “I don’t know how to.”

Manager: “Maybe you can turn the phone off, since we shouldn’t be taking calls during work.”

Employee: “No, I can’t do that.”

Manager: “When are you moving? Because maybe this is all a moot point, anyway.”

(The employee was being transferred to a different office in less than a month, so the manager just gave up.)

Jesus Now Accepts His Name Being Said In Vein Over The Phone

, , | Right | November 2, 2018

(In my office, we’re allowed to hang up on a customer if they call you names. We also have caller ID. The phone rings.)

Me: “[Office]. This is [My Name]. How may I help you?”

Caller: *soft mumble, so soft I can barely hear it*

Me: “Excuse me? Hello? Hello??”

Caller: *louder but still mumbling*

Me: “Can you speak up?”

(His speech sounds slurred, as if drunk, but I don’t want to be rude.)

Caller: *suddenly clearly* “CHRIST, YOU’RE STUPID!” *hangs up*

(I was shocked, but I wrote it off as a prank call — we sometimes got those — and went about my business. A few minutes later, the phone rang again. Through Caller ID, I could see it was the same number! I quickly hung up. Sorry, but people who mumble and call others stupid do NOT get service from us.)

Interviews Work Both Ways

, , , , , | Working | October 30, 2018

(I have a job interview at 10:00 am in a call center. I’m there at 9:50 am, and when I enter the building, I realise I’m immediately in the working area. I find this odd but don’t think much about it since it’s a small company. It takes about five minutes before somebody gets off the phone long enough to talk to me, as there’s no reception desk. I say who I am and why I’m there. It takes about five more minutes before they can call the person who I have an appointment with. They tell me to wait a little bit further, at something I could call a bar, with no chairs, nowhere to sit, about two meters from the desks they’re working, right next to a staircase. I stand there waiting, and see the time going by. At 10:30, still nobody has come to get me. It’s impossible to ask anybody, since they’re all on the phone constantly. I keep waiting, and finally, at 11:30, the boss comes halfway down the stairs and just says:)

Boss: “Yeah, you can come up.”

(I go to his office, where he has already sat down at his desk. All he says to me is:)

Boss: “Okay, sit down. I have a lot of work to do, so I will take the interview while answering emails and phone calls.”

(The whole conversation is him basically repeating what was in the job offer on the Internet, and asking me a few questions to which he would have known the answers if he had read my resume. He doesn’t even listen to my answers, since he’s busy with his email, and keeps answering phone calls, interrupting me all the time. I can’t even ask questions myself, since he’s just not listening. After about twenty minutes of this, he finishes with this gem.)

Boss: “Okay, well, I told you everything I can think about, so just think about the job and call me in a day or two to tell me if you’re still interested.”

(I’m seriously annoyed by his rude attitude and decide I absolutely don’t want the job.)

Me: “Look. I won’t call you back. Just write down somewhere that I’m not a candidate for this job anymore. I’m not planning on working for somebody who can’t even plan his day, since you had to take calls and answer emails while you were having an interview. You didn’t even bother to read my resume, and didn’t even listen to my answers to your questions, or answer mine. I will also not work for somebody who thinks it’s okay to be an hour and a half late, and not even apologise for it. I deserve a little bit more respect than that. And you’re not even able to make a decision yourself, since I have to call you back to tell you if I’ll take the job or not. Sorry, not going to happen. Bye. I know the way out.”

(I didn’t wait for him to react; I just left. Note to employers: when you’re having an interview with a candidate, you might be judging them, but the candidate judges you, as well. If you treat a candidate like a piece of dirt, don’t expect them to want to work for you.)

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