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.)

Just Another Closet Case

, , , , , | Right | November 16, 2017

(As I am walking back to my department, a young couple approaches me with a pre-made shelf.)

Wife: “Excuse me, will this shelf fit everything in our closet?”

Me: “I don’t know; I’ve never been to your house.”

Wife: “Yes, but will it fit everything in our closet?”

Me: “I don’t know; I’ve never been to your house. How much stuff do you have in the closet?”

Husband: “Oh, the usual amount of stuff. Do you think it will fit on the shelf?”

(I give up.)

Me: “Yes.”

Questions That Break The Bank

, , , , | Working | November 16, 2017

(I have just had my bat mitzvah and it is common to get money donations as gifts. My dad wants to open an investing account for me, and we need to call our bank’s 24-hour trading line to open it. The person on the other line is asking me questions that are difficult for a 12-year-old, and I constantly have to ask my dad for the answers.)

Bank: “I’m sorry; we need your answer. You can’t be speaking to anyone else.”

Me: “But I’m 12! I don’t know my SIN number off by heart. Can’t I let my dad speak for me?”

Bank: “No, it has to be you.”

Me: “But I can’t answer them without speaking to my dad.”

Bank: “Just answer the question!”

Me: “I don’t know my SIN off by heart. I’m looking for it!”

Bank: “Okay, forget it. How much do you have in the account currently?”

Me: “I don’t know! Let me log in.”

Bank: “I don’t think you’re really [My Name]. I’m freezing the account; you’ll have to come in to prove you’re really [My Name].”

(My dad wrote a letter to corporate, and now there’s a note in my file that says all my personal questions can be answered by me or my dad until I’m 18.)

Some Managers Like To Rip You A Cart

, , , , , , | Working | November 14, 2017

(I work at a theme park in a portable cart. At my cart, there is no phone but company policy says we aren’t allowed to have cell phones on our person. The main store at the theme park is also in charge of my cart, so if there is a problem, I send people to the store. Unfortunately, the manager on duty doesn’t like me, for reasons unknown. Of course, she is in charge when my till freezes in the middle of a transaction.)

Me: *to the customer* “I am so sorry; my cash register isn’t working. Unfortunately, company policy says I can’t keep a cell on me, so if you don’t mind going into that store—” *points to store in front of me* “—and asking for [Manager], she can help.”

(The customer walks into the store. I wait a few minutes and my manager, who doesn’t look happy, comes out. She fixes my till and leaves, blaming me for the broken till, as I finish counting out the customers.)

Customer #1: “I am sorry you have to work with her.”

(I don’t get along with my manager, but it would look bad to bad-mouth her in front of people, so I just smile and nod.)

Customer #2: “When we came up and told her that your till was broken, she asked us why we were telling her. Obviously, you can’t leave this cart alone; someone might steal something.”

Me: “Yup.” *trying to keep my smile from showing*

Customer #1: “Keep up the good work.” *winks at me and walks away with purchases*

(Thank you, [Customer #1 and #2], I felt good all day.)

Unfiltered Story #100117

, , | Unfiltered | November 14, 2017

(I’m the only cross trained employee at the hotel I work at. I do housekeeping primarily, and I’m trained on desk work. I work two nights a week so our night clerk gets his time off. We, the night clerks are in for 11 p.m. and leave at 7 a.m. It’s part of the job to answer any late or early calls that come in. We have some long term guests in the hotel, one of who is a drunk. I have caught this man beating on our ice machine, it is broken at the moment due to him. I have also caught him with his belt and pants undone and exposing himself to rooms that were occupied. I have him on being a public nuisance, indecent exposure, and this occasion was the final straw.
Scene, 6 a.m. the phone rings. I answer with my morning spiel.)

Drunk: “I called because your slow internet just cost me $3000!”

(Interspersed with various curse words, he sounded lucid enough to understand that he was being unreasonable for the time he was calling. He continued to rant and curse at me, until he took a breath and apologized for his behaviour. He followed up this apology with a stunner.)

Drunk “So, what are you wearing?” he said this in a light tone of voice. I was shocked to say the least. I had never before been the victim of sexual harassment. I had a few months earlier been told that I would be killed, but that was easy to handle.

I made a recovery and explained the work uniform to the guest. Then I hung up and made a full report to my supervisor and G.M. I explained what had happened and told them that I would not be cleaning that man’s room again, I would not speak with him, and if I saw him off property, I would likely be the one in jail. I was not scared of this man, I am angry with him, for making me feel like a piece of meat, and for humiliating me at my workplace.

I went to work a few days later for housekeeping, and found out the other housekeeper hadn’t done his room, and my supervisor’s idea was to keep from being held liable or in breach of contract, that sending in the on shift desk clerk with me to clean his room. My general reaction was anger at being forced to do exactly what I had said I would not do. I put off going, as the desk clerk was also female and I didn’t wish to expose her to this man. All my coworkers think he’s a greasy little creeper anyway.

After my coworker had left, I made my way over to long term and began cleaning the other tenants rooms. The front desk supervisor came over to keep the drunk away from me while I cleaned his room, under protest of course, and he tried to make nice.

I don’t remember a word of what I said, but it must have been brilliant, my F.D. Supervisor was impressed that I kept myself retrained and didn’t curse at this man, and that I hadn’t raised my voice, as there are children staying in L.T. with their parents. If I had made a bigger scene, I wouldn’t have a job and that man would get off scot free with his behaviour.

I couldn’t believe that my bosses response to this was to say, ‘now I actually have to talk to him about this’ and then make me and my female coworker go to his room. This man has already harassed one woman on staff, so we’re going to throw her and ANOTHER WOMAN at him. What?!

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