Unfiltered Story #99525

, , | Unfiltered | November 8, 2017

(This happened back in January but I still think back on it from time to time. I was house sitting for my uncle while he was recovering from brain surgery, making my commute to work in downtown about 45 minutes through morning traffic. My job as a morning receptionist requires me to open the office doors at so that people can come in and get themselves settled in the space. This particular week we are hosting a group of people who expect the doors to be open promptly at 7, and for the most part I have been on time if not a few minutes early. On this day however I was less than 5 minutes late to open the doors.)
Me: “Good morning everyone! Sorry about that, thank you for being patient.”
Coordinator: (to someone else) “Wow, she’s really pushing her arrival time…”
(I hear this and am a little annoyed, but I ignore her and go about opening the office and getting the morning started. About an hour later my manager comes in and greets me and everyone else, and heads to his office to get started on his work. At some point the coordinator must have spoken to him about me being late, because then this happens:)
Manager: “Hey, can I talk to you about something?”
Me: “Yeah, what’s up?”
Manager: “Look, I know you’re watching your uncle’s house and everything while he’s still in the hospital, but I really need you to be here on time. These guys want the doors open at 7 so you need to be here at 7. Again I know you’re helping your uncle out after his surgery, but please be on time.”
Me: “Okay, I will be.”
(This entire conversation took place at my desk, at the front of the office, with this entire group in hearing distance, and my manager does not have a quiet voice. I am embarrassed, angry, and confused as to why this conversation wasn’t more private, but I decide to bring it up to him after I’ve cooled off a bit.)
Me: (later) “Hey [Manager], can I-”
Manager: (he stops me) “Hang on, let me explain. I’m sorry I had to do that right then, but I have a good reason I swear! That coordinator came over to complain to me that you were late this morning, but it was obvious that it was only by a few minutes and she was acting like it was the end of the freakin’ world. It really got to me and I know what you’ve been going through recently and I just wanted to get them off your back. She was close to your desk getting coffee and I wanted her to hear, but I’m still sorry.”
Me: (stunned) “…”
Manager: “Yeah, it really bothered me.”
Me: “Yeah I guess so. Okay, well I was upset by that but now that I know what you were doing I’m not mad anymore! Thanks for doing that.”
Manager: “Great! Let me know if she keeps giving you a hard time.”
(The coordinator was more pleasant with me after that, and it was great knowing that my manager is looking out for me. Also, my uncle has recovered amazingly well.)

Your Nutrition Is In A Vegetative State

, , , , , | Right | October 29, 2017

(I work in a big smoothie shop that is currently promoting fresh juices, so I have to ask every customer if they want to try one.)

Me: “Hi! Welcome to [Smoothie Shop]! Have you tried any of our fresh-squeezed juices?”

Customer: “No, but I’m in the mood for something healthy. What’s the healthiest juice you have?”

Me: “The [Juice] has all-organic juice with a whole serving of [Vegetable Supplement], and you can’t taste the veggies at all.”

(I hand him a sample.)

Customer: “This is really good, but I think I will just get a [Smoothie containing pure chocolate and ice cream].”

Doing Away With Niceties

, , , , , , | Friendly | October 24, 2017

(I’m cooking dinner next to my best friend and roommate when she accidentally knocks something over and it falls to the floor.)

Me: “This is why we can’t have nice things, [Friend].”

Friend: “We can’t have nice things because we’re poor, [My Name].”

Don’t Sweat It; No, Seriously, Don’t Sweat

, , , , | Right | October 10, 2017

(It is summer in San Diego, around 1:00 pm, and our air conditioner is broken. It is quite warm, to say the least. We are busy, and sweating is inevitable. I have a table of two women, maybe in their 40s, and I have just returned with their drinks.)

Me: “Ladies, are you ready to order?”

(One of them hands me a napkin because of the perspiration blatantly streaming down my forehead. I take it as a kind gesture, so I pat my forehead dry.)

Customer: “It’s a bit warm, huh?”

Me: “Thank you. Yes, it is; our air conditioner is broken.”

Customer: “You know, it’s not polite to sweat in front of customers.”

Me: “Um, I’m sorry, but it’s very hot in here, and I can’t really help it.”

Customer: “Oh. You’re one of those people.”

(…wait, what?)

Nugget Is Actually A Good Name For A Stuffed Animal

, , , , | Related | September 21, 2017

(One Sunday morning, my son wakes up and tells me about his dream.)

Son: “I dreamed I was eating chicken nuggets, and when I woke up I was chewing [Stuffed Animal].”

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