Escorting You Directly To Karma

, , , , , | Working | June 30, 2018

(I work for a very large company and have just accepted a new job offer that is closer to home and pays more. I don’t start my new position for another month or so, but I still want to give my notice. While waiting for the right time to hand in my notice, another coworker hands her notice in and our manager has her immediately escorted out of the building by security in the middle of lunch hour. I go to the HR Director that I am familiar with to have a conversation about something unrelated, but I bring this situation up.)

Me: “Was [Coworker]’s leaving considered a termination or a resignation?”

HR Director: *quite shocked* “It was a resignation, of course! Why would you even ask that?”

Me: “I’ve never seen anyone immediately escorted out of a job after giving their two-weeks notice; that’s all.”

HR Director: “Well, it’s up to the manager to deal with it how they see fit.”

(Not happy about that answer, I decided to play the system, since I was leaving, anyway. Just before lunch on the Friday I decided would be my last, I walk into my manager’s office and handed in my notice. True to form, I was asked to pack up my desk, and then to be escorted out. As the security guards came up, I handed each one a box of my belongings and started walking to the elevators. They followed me to my car, through the cafeteria, the common rooms, and the main lobby while I smiled and waved at all the folks I knew. Apparently, the manager was reprimanded and is now no longer allowed to have people walked out of the building for resigning. I enjoyed a two-week paid vacation, while they figured out what to do with my workflows after I left.)

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Daylight Save Yourself The Trouble

, , , , , | Right | June 29, 2018

(I work in a laundromat. Spring Daylight Savings just happened yesterday, and I was the only one that worked yesterday. Before being told this story, I have just mentioned staying late last night to clean up, as customers were there a little past closing. We closed at six pm.)

Coworker: “You know the customer…” *describes him*

Me: “No?”

Coworker: “Well, he came in today, saying he was here yesterday.”

Me: *searches memory* “Oh, yes! Now I remember; he was here yesterday.”

Coworker: “He came in today and he was really mad! He said he came back at 5:30 yesterday to get his stuff out, making sure he had lots of time left before we closed, and that the girl here yesterday left early; everything was off and locked up! I told him that’s really strange that she would do that, and to let me check my timesheet. It said she clocked out after six pm. He said no, that must be wrong, and started arguing with me about it. I think about it for a moment and go, did you get confused with the time change? He says no, that happens at midnight Sunday.”

Me: “Well, it was two am Sunday, so he’s a bit off. I was definitely here past closing. It’s hard to clean up around people; I didn’t finish until they left just after six. The computer clock changed automatically and so did the debit machine. I did the wall clock myself.”

Coworker: “I know. I didn’t think you would leave early. He was really mad and kept insisting you had.”

(At this point, my coworker goes to the bathroom briefly, and I ponder this story. She gets back:)

Me: “Wait, he was saying midnight Sunday? Meaning, when it changed it would be one am Monday, not 12:00 Monday? As in, the time change hadn’t happened yet?”

Coworker: “Yes, exactly! So I was trying to explain that you didn’t close early, but he didn’t believe me. I had to sit down and read a book; I couldn’t explain time to him. Another customer was in here, laughing at him!”

Me: “Wow. That just makes it worse. How did he not know when the time change happened?”

Coworker: “I don’t know; maybe he didn’t talk to anyone about it, or see anything about it.”

Me: “To be honest, Daylight Savings is confusing, but not that much.”

(Yes, Daylight Savings had occurred over twelve hours before “5:30,” and this guy had gone that whole time not knowing.)

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Refunder Blunder, Part 37

, , , | Right | June 29, 2018

Customer: *handing me a receipt and air miles card* “I was just here ten minutes ago and they didn’t scan my air miles! Can you add it to my bill?”

Me: “Sure. I’ll just have to do a full refund, and then do a new purchase with your air miles on it.”

Customer: “Excuse me?! That’s ridiculous!”

Me: “That’s the only way to do it.”

Customer: “FORGET THAT! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!” *he furiously takes his receipt and card and leaves*

Me: “Okay… Less work for me.”

Related:
Refunder Blunder, Part 35
Refunder Blunder, Part 34
Refunder Blunder, Part 33

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Mother Needs To Put Her Foot In Her Mouth

, , , , , , , | Related | June 22, 2018

We have one of those things that you step on and it tells you what type of insole you need for your shoes — high-arch, pronate… whatever. But for it to work properly, you have to stand on it with your bare feet.

We had some kids wanting to try it, but upon seeing that you had to have bare feet, their mother yelled at them, “No, don’t go on that! You’ll get foot-AIDS!”

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A Heavy Burden Being Right

, , , , , | Working | June 19, 2018

(The general manager is talking to one of the supervisors in the middle of the kitchen. I don’t hear the entire conversation, but it sounds like it is about the supervisor’s shift the previous day.)

General Manager: “…and you didn’t do [list of duties] yesterday. [Very Pregnant Coworker] had to lift a bunch of heavy syrup cases to hook them up to the machine!”

Supervisor: “Uh, [General Manager]… I didn’t work yesterday. You did.”

General Manager: “Oh.”

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