Unfiltered Story #145526

, , , | Unfiltered | March 31, 2019

(I work at a dollar store, and we’re often confused for a different dollar store that’s not too far away. The other store is running a sale on cases of soda, while we’re running a sale on two liter bottles. We’ve already had lots of people coming in getting the sales mixed up. One woman comes up to the counter to pay, and finds out that her cases of soda are not on sale.)

Customer: But didn’t you guys have a sale in your paper about cases of soda.

Coworker: No, that’s (different store). We’re (our store).

Customer: Oh…are you sure you’re not (different store)?

Coworker: (flashing the most confused look ever at me) Um…yeah.

Customer: …but are you sure? Because I could have sworn this was a (different store).

Coworker: No, we’re (our store).

Customer: But are you sure?

(She kept asking for another few minutes, and simply wouldn’t not believe that we knew which store we were currently working at.)

Back To Back Excuses

, , , , , , | Working | March 14, 2019

(I have just had a minor surgery on my upper right arm. I work two different jobs: one through the week, the other only on the weekends. After the procedure, I am told that I am not allowed to lift more than ten pounds for the next two weeks in order to fully recover. This is fine, as my first job as a librarian allows me to sit at a computer and not always carry heavy objects. My second job as a cashier, however, requires me to lift 24-packs of water, 30-packs of beer, etc., because customers often place these on the belt. I let both jobs know ahead of time that I would be having surgery, and I make sure to get a note from my doctor saying I am not allowed to lift more than ten pounds. I go into my second job early to hand them the note and see if I can work at the self-check lanes for my shift which is only four hours long. There is one person who never checks because they complain that it “hurts their back” to check for a long period of time, and they happen to be working at this time.)

Me: “Hey, [Coworker #1], I had surgery the other day, and I have a doctor’s note here saying that I can’t lift more than ten pounds. I see that [Coworker #2] is on the self-check; do you think they’ll let me switch them?”

Coworker #1: “Probably not, but we can go over and ask, anyway.”

(We walk over to [Coworker #2]. I have a noticeable bandage on my right arm.)

Coworker #1: “[My Name] has a doctor’s note saying she can’t lift more than ten pounds; would it be okay if you moved over to a regular lane?”

Coworker #2: *takes a brief glance at my bandaged arm and sighs* “Well, my back’s been bothering me today and I really don’t feel like checking right now.”

Me: “But I just had surgery the other day, and I have a note that says I am not allowed to lift a certain amount; otherwise, it could tear the stitches.”

Coworker #2: “Well, I guess, but my back has been hurting…”

Me: *cuts in, slightly annoyed* “Look, I have an official doctor’s note, and I think that it’s a little more valid than you just saying that your back is hurting.”

Coworker #2: *huffs* “Fine, but if my back starts bothering me, I want to switch back.”

(They stalked away to the regular checkout lanes, and I took my place at the self-check. The entire time we worked, they apparently talked about me to our other coworkers and occasionally shot me dirty looks. They did ask what I had surgery for, as if the bandage wasn’t enough proof. Shockingly, they never did ask to switch, so I guess their back wasn’t hurting them as much as they thought!)

Some Customers Shouldn’t Be Given The Green Light

, , , , , | Right | November 12, 2018

(Right after we unlock the doors Monday morning, an older couple comes in, and I approach them to greet them and offer help.)

Woman: “I was in here Saturday, and you had this green and black, checked blouse with a yoke. I tried on the medium and it was just right, but I didn’t want to buy it before my husband saw it.”

(I take them to where the new green blouses are.)

Woman: “No, it wasn’t any of these. I could have sworn it was on this wall!”

Me: “Well, I can promise you nothing’s been moved since Saturday; I’ve worked here all weekend.”

(I take them to where some older tops with green in them are. I hold up a blouse in green with a black, all-over diamond pattern, hoping she just had a very loose definition of “checked.”)

Woman: “No, it was a green and white, and it didn’t have any buttons.”

Man: “I thought you said it was green and black?”

Woman: *looks confused* “Well, green and black and white.”

Me: “Well, nothing’s gone on sale since Saturday, either. I’ll let you look around for a bit to see if you spot it, because I’ve run out of ideas. I’m sorry.”

(I head on to the five other people that have come in while they’ve had me searching for that item. They slowly wander around the store. After a while I hear:)

Woman: “Here it is!”

(It was the very first top I showed her. I guess her husband didn’t care for it, because they walked out of the store not thirty seconds later. Great for our conversion numbers…)

Literally Slaving For Your Man

, , , , , | Right | September 25, 2018

(A man walks into the store where I work. He is quiet and has a hat indicating he is a veteran.)

Me: “Hello, sir, are you looking for anything in particular today?”

Customer: *speaking quietly, almost in a mutter* “So, do you guys have, like… slave collars?”

Me: “We… uh… have choker necklaces?”

(After a few minutes he picks one out. I then help ring him out.)

Customer: “She wants a collar to wear around the house. You know… like a slave.”

Home Is Where The Work Is

, , , , , , | Learning | February 18, 2018

(It is the 1990s. I am ten years old, and my family has recently moved because of my mother’s job. At my old school, many of the teachers were strict and never forgot to collect the assignments that were due that day. Naturally, I assume this is the norm of all teachers in general, so I am surprised that my new teacher regularly forgets to collect the previous night’s homework. Not wanting to be penalized for turning homework in late, I go up to her at the end of class and ask where I should turn it in, only for her to “remember” and have the class turn everything in. This goes on for a few weeks before some of my classmates come up to me at my desk prior to the start of school.)

Classmate #1: “You need to stop running to [Teacher] and reminding her about the homework. Because of you, [Teacher] called our parents and we all got in trouble. I now have to miss my favorite shows just to do the stupid assignments.”

Classmate #2: “My parents took my video games away for two whole weeks.”

Me: “So, why don’t you just do the homework like you’re supposed to?”

Classmate #3: “Ew, you actually like doing homework?”

Me: “Not really. I would much rather watch TV or play video games, but if I don’t do my homework, I get bad grades and get in trouble.”

Classmate #1: “I know you’re new, so you probably didn’t know, but [Teacher] is very forgetful. She forgets all the time that she gave us homework, and gives us open-book quizzes, instead. Since you came, we haven’t had a single open-book quiz, because you keep reminding her about the homework.”

Me: “And you want me to stop?”

All Three Classmates: “Yes.”

Me: “Sorry, but no. It’s not fair to me; I study and do the work. I should be rewarded for doing the homework, not helping you stay out of trouble because you want to goof off. You do the homework, you study for the tests, and you get good grades; that’s how school is supposed to work.”

(It took a while before I made any friends after that.)

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