A Weak Week Off

, , , , | Working | October 11, 2017

(I’m a paralegal working in the legal department of a company. Between company holidays, the weekend, and paid time off, I have six days off in a row. Before leaving on the last day before almost a week off, I give some important paperwork that needs to be notarized to my coworker, with instructions as to who will be in to sign it and where it needs to be signed. She and I are the only notaries in the company. I also have a habit of answering urgent messages on my days off, something that I’m constantly urged not to do by coworkers. The next morning, I get a phone call from our supervisor, who is a lawyer.)

Supervisor: “Hey, [My Name]. [Person who needs to sign the documents] is here and says that you have some forms for him to sign. Where are they?”

Me: “I gave them to [Coworker] before I left yesterday. She should have them and can notarize them.”

Supervisor: “I haven’t seen [Coworker] at all today. Do you know where she would have put them?”

Me: “I really have no idea. She assured me that she would be in today to take care of them, and I don’t know what she did with them.”

Supervisor: “Oh, okay. Well, [Person who needs to sign] is here right now and can’t stay for long. I’ll print off a new copy and just have him sign the document. You can notarize it next week when you get in the office.”

Me: “Uh, no. I can’t. It’s illegal for me to notarize something I didn’t see signed. I’ll be in the office next week, and while the document is important, it can definitely wait until then, because it’s not due for a few weeks.”

Supervisor: “Well, [Person who needs to sign] is here right now. Can you come in to notarize this?”

Me: *in my pajamas and watching movies with my son* “I really think this can wait until next week.”

Supervisor: “Yeah, but he’s here right now and we might as well just get it done. Can you come in to take care of it?”

Me: “Sure. Can you give me half an hour?”

Supervisor: “I can give you 20 minutes. He has to be somewhere soon.”

(I live about 15 minutes from the office.)

Me: “Um. Okay. I’ll see what I can do.”

(I got dressed with record speed and somehow made it to the office right on time. After taking care of the paperwork, we found out that my coworker had come into the office bright and early that morning, super sick with the flu. One of the executives saw her, took one look at how sick she was, and told her to go home, promising to inform our supervisor what happened. He then waited to tell my supervisor until he overheard us worriedly discussing what could have happened to her, which was half an hour after I got to the office. They let me cancel my PTO for the day and count it as a day worked, especially once my supervisor found out that I had been casually answering emails before he called anyway.)

This Extra Working Just Isn’t Working

, , , , , | Working | September 25, 2017

(I have put up with months of my manager coming in late to relieve me. When he’s on time, he sneaks in and goes straight to the office without telling me. It’s always a different excuse for being late, and when I do find him, he tells me he’s just about to come and find me. This usually means I’ve worked an extra half hour or more because I can’t leave until he takes over as manager. After getting an hour cut from my shift, I still find myself working until my original finishing time and not being paid for it because the budget doesn’t allow for extra. I finally have had enough, so I give my two weeks notice. It’s my last day, and I’ve noticed that it’s now ten minutes after my shift officially ended. I had been wondering whether I should just withdraw my resignation.)

Me: *thinking to myself* “It’s bad enough I’m working extra again; I don’t even work here now and I’m still working.”

(About five minutes later, I look up to see the manager coming in. It’s obvious he’s trying to avoid me seeing him.)

Me: *loudly* “Hi, [Manager]!”

Manager: *startled, almost spills the coffees he is carrying* “Oh, hi, [My Name]. I’m late, because I just got you a goodbye coffee.”

Me: “Oh, that’s nice of you. Thanks.” *takes a coffee to find it’s almost stone cold*

Manager: “I have to ask: do you really have to go? Can I talk you into staying?”

Me: *sips the cold coffee* “Hmmm… Nope”.

The Hat Is Key

, , , , , | Working | September 22, 2017

This story happened years ago when I worked at a small fast food franchise. I was responsible for opening the store on Saturday mornings, so Friday nights I needed to remember to pick up the key before going home. I also wore a hat most days when I worked, so I wouldn’t get hair in the food.

One Friday night, I was already in my pajamas and relaxing for the night, when I suddenly remembered I forgot to pick up the key. It was almost closing time, so I leaped into my car without bothering to change and drove full-speed to the store. By then it was closed, but there were still coworkers present to put away food and do final cleanup.

When my coworker saw me banging on the door — in my pajamas, hair a mess, and wearing a pair of gardening shoes that were the first thing I could find to throw on my feet — she opened the door and gave me a shocked look.

“I almost didn’t recognize you!” she told me. “You’re not wearing a hat!”

Dress Down For Lunch Or You’ll Get A Good Dressing

, , , , , , | Right | September 8, 2017

(I’m on a 30-minute lunch break at the grocery store where I work. I’m still in my apron, I am standing in a checkout line holding food and a drink to buy, and I am on my phone. A customer approaches me.)

Customer: “Excuse me, do you work here?”

Me: “Yes, I do, sir.”

Customer: “Do you know where salad dressing is?”

Me: “Of course, it’ll be to your left on aisle one.”

Customer: “Come show me!”

(I decide not to tell him that I’m on a lunch break, and decide that it’ll be easier to just lead him to the aisle. I show him to the correct spot, and am about to leave and go get in line again when he says:)

Customer: “I need you to pick some salad dressings out for me.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer: “I’m on a fast and can’t have eggs, cheese, or dairy. I need you to pick some out for me and read me the ingredients.”

(By this point I’m a bit alarmed and confused, but I decide to help him further. I pick him out a lovely balsamic vinaigrette and read the ingredients.)

Me: “This one doesn’t have any eggs, milk, or dairy in it.”

Customer: “Really? No eggs?”

Me: “No.”

Customer: “No milk?”

Me: “No.”

Customer: “No dairy?”

Me: “Nope.”

Customer: “Okay, pick me out another one.”

(I do, and after reading the ingredients again, I hand the bottle to the customer and make sure that the back of it with the ingredients list is facing him. He briefly looks over it.)

Customer: “Okay, I’ll get this one.”

Me: “Great choice, sir. Have a wonderful day.”

(Needless to say, I practically inhaled my lunch when I got up to the break room. That’s the last time I’ll ever wear my apron/name tag on a lunch break again.)

A Sickening Lack Of Cover

, , , , | Working | August 25, 2017

(There is a bug going around town that most of us in the office have either caught or are coming down with. Several employees are out, and the rest of us either have just gotten over it, are feeling like we’re coming down with it, or have had family members who have had it. My department has three of us: myself, Coworker #1, and Coworker #2. I work early morning until three, Coworker #1 from late morning to six, and Coworker #3 (our part-time person) from midday to six. Coworker #1 and I are both feeling unwell, but since it’s the slowest day of the week, we’re both thinking we might leave early — provided Coworker #2 is feeling well and can cover the phones when we leave. Coworker #2 arrives, extremely chipper and bubbly. Everyone who has the bug is very sluggish, and you can tell, but she has no signs of feeling sick at all.)

Coworker #2: “Hi, everyone! How’s it going?”

(Cue series of not-so-energetic responses from us.)

Coworker #2: “Oh, dear, you don’t seem like you’re having a good day!”

(She proceeds to continue on about how great her morning has been. About an hour later, Coworker #1 returns from lunch.)

Coworker #1: “You know, I’m still feeling bad… I may have to go home. [Coworker #2], you might have to cover this evening by yourself. I’m sorry!”

Coworker #2: “Oh? Wait, you’re leaving?”

Coworker #1: “Maybe. Going to see how I feel but I might.”

Coworker #2: *visibly deflates* “You’ll leave me by myself?”

Coworker #1: “I don’t want to, but if I need to, yeah. I’m just feeling really bad.”

Coworker #2: “Oh… [My Name], you’ll be here though, right?”

Me: “No, I get off at three like usual. Plus, I’m also feeling kind of sick so I’ll probably head out a little early if we’re not busy.”

Coworker #2: “Oh… you know, I don’t feel very good either… I’m going on break, though. See you in an hour! Bye!” *dashes off*

(An hour later, I get a text from Coworker #2.)

Coworker #2: “Hey, I’m sick. Can’t come back in today.”

(As our manager is out sick himself, I show it to Coworker #1, who frowns.)

Coworker #1: “She was fine until she heard I might leave early!”

Me: “Do I need to call her on it? I mean, I’m not the manager, but he’s out sick, too…”

Coworker #1: “Nah, I think I’m good. I’ll just hope we’re slow! And if I really have to go, I’ll call [Manager]. Maybe we can close up early.”

(I end up staying a little later than three to make sure Coworker #1 was okay, and she stayed until her normal shift ended. Thankfully, we were both feeling better the next day — and hopefully that situation won’t occur again, because even though I feel bad to say it, I’m not sure I trust Coworker #2 to come through for us if it does!)

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