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Copying And Pasting This Response To Print On A Future Occasion

, , , , , | Working | CREDIT: BushcraftHatchet | September 10, 2021

I work in tech support. We have all had it happen. We are the technology janitors and should always be available to clean up ALL messes having to do with technology at any time of the day or night.

At about 11:30 pm, my mobile phone goes off, waking me from a very well-deserved slumber. I see that it is a work number.

Me: “Hello, this is [My Name].”

User: “Hey, [My Name], this is [User] down at the office, and I just wanted to let you know that the main printer is out of ink. Can you come fix this?”

Me: “Okay? Is the backup printer on the other side of the department broken?”

User: “Well, no.”

Me: “And this is an emergency because…?”

User: “Well, I was told to call this number.”

Me: “This number is my mobile phone, and while I will respond to emergencies after hours, it is to be used for emergencies only.”

User: “Well, this is an emergency to me. I cannot print.”

Me: “Okay. Since you are declaring an emergency, I will call [Her Manager], wake him up, let him know, and be down there in about twenty minutes to change the toner cartridge out for you.”

User: “Wait. Why would you call my manager?”

Me: “Because you said that this was an emergency and are requiring me to respond to this immediately. I am required to inform the manager of the department when emergencies happen.”

User: “But—”

Me: *Cutting her off* “Oh, it is not such an emergency to wake your boss over, but waking me up is fine and dandy? Tell you what, then. You have two other options that I have painstakingly planned for to handle just such an occasion. Either you can, one, print to the backup printer on the other side of the department, which I requested purchase of and your manager approved the cost of for this exact reason; or, two, you can look in the cabinet labeled supplies under the printer and find and replace the new cartridge into the printer yourself. It was placed there four weeks ago by me when I changed out the last toner cartridge during the day, during normal business hours, just in case the printer needed one when I am not around. I will leave this choice to your professional expertise. Good night.”

I hung up the phone.

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You’re On A (Pay) Roll

, , , , , , | Working | CREDIT: boogiewoogie0909 | August 18, 2021

I began working payroll at sixteen years old. I am incredibly good with numbers, as well as dealing with clients. Suffice it to say, I am wonderful at what I do. Many years ago, I began working with a very small payroll company with only four workers. I really liked the owner and honestly still do. He is a decent dude. I also really liked the work and the clients.

However, I was not fond of [Direct Supervisor]. He was the worst supervisor I have ever had. He took smoke breaks every thirty minutes, he always thought he was right, he was very racist and sexist, and boy, he loved to talk. There were times where he was monologuing to a client who had hung up thirty minutes prior. However, he was the owner’s father-in-law whose prior business went bankrupt. Basically, he was never going to be fired.

In that work setting, I absolutely shone. I was the best employee by a huge margin.

One day, [Direct Supervisor] called me into his office and let me know that I was getting too much overtime. This was a small business and I needed to be careful. I never took much overtime. Overall, I usually had around two to five minutes by the end of the week, simply because I lived five minutes away and clocked in when I got in and settled, even if it was a minute early. I agreed to the new rule with a bit of glee.

From then on, if I got in early, I would get ready to clock in and then play on my phone or read for one minute before clocking in. This drove [Direct Supervisor] absolutely crazy. After I did this for a few days, he called me back into his office. He told me about the good old days when people would work even without pay in order to excel at life.

I politely reminded him that we were a payroll company, so he should be aware that it is illegal to not pay workers for time worked. From that point on, he would simply mutter under his breath and glare at me.

After three or four weeks, the owner called me into his office. Apparently, [Direct Supervisor] had been complaining about me, about how I wasn’t working hard and was being disrespectful. I explained the situation to him and pointed out that no clients had ever been unhappy with me, that I showed up to work every day on time, and that I had the most duties with the least problems.

[Owner] was a little shocked and annoyed that my tiny amount of overtime was the reason I was sitting in his office. He told me that if I needed it, I could have up to thirty minutes of overtime without needing it to be approved, and he also gave me a small raise for being such a hard worker. Finally, he told me that if [Direct Supervisor] ever gave me another rule that I disagreed with, I should go directly to him.

[Owner] then called [Direct Supervisor] into his office and I heard quite a bit of yelling. When [Direct Supervisor] came back out, he looked like he had just sucked a lemon.

It is my fondest memory of [Direct Supervisor].

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America’s Got Overtime

, , , , , | Working | CREDIT: nothingbeast | August 16, 2021

I was employed at a small market radio station for many years a while back. I loved the actual work, but the people there were just terrible, particularly the manager in this story. She spent seven years pretending we were friends, working up from sales to sales manager and eventually station manager. And then, one day, she decided to make my job a completely miserable experience. She held station meetings without me, created recording sessions without putting them on my schedule, ignored my reports of tech issues so things never got fixed… It was ridiculous how little managing she actually did.

Since we were a small staff, and I was the employee with the most years, I had a lot of responsibilities. I did everything except sell ads. Every day had the same main responsibilities, but minor changes kept each day different. I punched in at 8:00 am and co-hosted the final hour of the morning show, answered phones and the door all day, recorded ads and clients, edited shows, did the afternoon broadcast from 1:00 to 5:00 pm, and prerecorded the evening news block to air after I left for the day.

One day, the morning show host decided we needed to talk about “America’s Got Talent,” but by the time he had this great idea, auditions were already three shows in. I had never watched the show before because I absolutely hated reality TV. But I thought, “What could it hurt?” and I went home that night to watch the week four episode. While it was entertaining, it was also an overly padded waste of time. But I did my “homework” and did the show the next morning and hyped it up like it was the greatest thing ever.

The next week, I forgot to watch. I went into work and the morning show host asked what I thought. I panicked for a second before telling him I didn’t see it. Since I had about twenty minutes of morning news before I was live, I ran to my office and checked online for a highlight reel. And there it was! An hour-long TV show whittled down to a fifteen-minute video! Perfect! When it was done, I moved to the broadcast studio and did a great recap of last night’s episode. Even the host, who watched the entire show, thought I did a great job keeping up with him.

The sixth episode came around, and this time, I remembered it was on, but since I knew the TV station was going to post the highlights for me the next day, I opted to spend my free time on something that I actually wanted to do. The next morning, I went straight to the highlight reel and got caught up on every act that was important enough to talk about. Again, the show host thought I did a great job.

But my manager didn’t think it was good enough. She called me into her office.

Manager: “Why are you purposely ignoring requests to watch America’s Got Talent?”

Me: “What difference does it make whether I watch the hour-long broadcast — full of commercials and long-winded filler to stretch the run time — or the highlight reel that has every high point and does the same job in fifteen minutes.”

Manager: “It makes a difference!”

She did not elaborate. She was always pulling that “I’m right and I don’t have to tell you why” crap.

Manager: “Next week is when the judges will begin cutting acts, and there are going to be episodes every Tuesday and Wednesday for the rest of the broadcast. Watching them is mandatory!

Me: “How long are these episodes?”

Manager: “They’re an hour each.”

And that’s when I decided to put an end to this bulls*** once and for all.

Me: “So, that’s two hours of show prep each week. Do I mark that down on my timesheet as overtime, or am I expected to cut out at 3:00 pm on Fridays so I don’t go over my scheduled forty hours?”

My manager’s eyes bugged out as if she had never once expected me to demand payment for dictating how I spend my time outside of the office. I just stood there, waiting to see if I was going to be making extra money or getting an early start to the weekend.

Suddenly, the fifteen-minute highlight reel during regular paid office hours was “good enough”. Funny how that works, eh?

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No Effort, No Outcome

, , , , , , | Working | May 21, 2021

My coworker is a chore to work with. Ask him to do anything he doesn’t deem “his job” and he refuses. I have actually watched him not report a smoldering fire because he was going on his break. He just said, “I am entitled to a break; someone will sort it out.”

I think he thinks he is some great hero of the people, fighting some bourgeoisie. In reality, it is a small family business, and his stupid behaviour makes people dislike him.

Christmas is coming up and I am putting in some extra hours to earn some extra cash. All hours are posted on a notice board; I’m happy to see that I’m scheduled again for both shifts. 

Coworker: “How come you got overtime again?”

Me: “I can run [machine]; that’s where the work is.”

Coworker: “How come you got training? I wasn’t offered training!”

I sigh as this is going to be another of his outbursts to deal with.

Me: “I got training as I volunteered to help set the machine up. I also took the time to read the manual, which is available to everyone and still is.”

Coworker: “Well, I could have done that!”

Me: “Yes, but you didn’t, did you? We needed as many volunteers as we could; instead, we spent a whole weekend struggling.”

Coworker: “I didn’t know I would get overtime out of it!”

Me: “None of us did. We volunteered because they asked us and it needed to be done. Maybe if you helped out more, they would—”

Coworker: *Cutting me off* “This isn’t right. I’m being discriminated against. I’m speaking to [Manager]!”

I can only assume they told him to shut up and get back to work, as he reappeared moments later. [Coworker] never got on the overtime sheet, but he complained all the way up to Christmas about it, still not actually making any effort to learn the jobs that were in high demand.

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If You Can Leave A Toxic Environment, DO IT

, , , , , , | Working | May 14, 2021

This was a job I shouldn’t have taken, but I was desperate. It started showing red flags when I was told to come in and interview when the girl I was replacing was off so she wouldn’t know. Normally, I would just say no and move on, but the job I was currently at was absolutely toxic, so I was desperate.

This new job was with a small company that had about eight employees. After I had been there for about two months, I noticed that my paycheck was wrong. It turns out that the owner’s wife did the paychecks and she miscalculated. Thankfully, they got it fixed, but then I started seeing other problems.

They offered paid holidays, which sounds great, except for the fact that they were also closed around those holidays but wouldn’t pay you for them, so you had to use four of your five Paid Time Off days so you weren’t out so much money. And speaking of payday, they only paid us once a month, and the boss would conveniently “forget” to pay us — no direct deposit — until after five, so our check wouldn’t go in until the next day, or sometimes until Monday.

The boss’s wife would come in several times per week and tell me that I should be exceedingly grateful that they even thought of hiring me.

After I was there a year, the supervisor decided she was going to move back to Texas, and I thought that they were going to offer me her position. No. Instead, they expected me to do her job without any extra pay. I started looking for another job, right before 2020 became what 2020 did.

Then, in March of 2020, I was working seventy-plus hours a week, at least till the boss’s wife decided we shouldn’t be paid overtime. That is when I conveniently decided that I wasn’t going to work over my forty hours if they were going to pull that.

The boss’s son — who was a piece of work and treated me like I was stupid — was getting ready to take over the business but his dad wasn’t ready to let go. So, I would get told different things each time I spoke to one of them and then get yelled at for not doing what the other wanted first.

During this time, we hired a friend of the son’s to help out, and while I was trying to help train him, the boss’s son screamed at me for trying to take his position of training. The boss stood idly by and let him scream at me.

After they left for the day, I went into the bathroom and cried for forty-five minutes and decided I was getting out of this job. I also found out that day that the guy who had just been hired was making $2 more than I was an hour.

I ended up finding a much better job and I gave a short notice because they were notorious for not letting people work out their notices. They had me train the new guy for my last three days, but he kept telling me, “I already know this,” and didn’t look at so many of the training examples that I printed out and made special for him.

So, on my last day, after I tried to train him and he went back to his desk, I shredded all of that and all of the pertinent information that I had obtained during that time.

I’ve been at my current job for nine months, making almost triple what I was making there, and I just got a promotion. My former employers called me last week to see if I would be interested in coming back because the guy they hired just wasn’t working out. I took great pleasure in hanging up on them after telling them I was very happy in my current position.

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