Needs To Address Their Reaction To No Address

, , , , , | Working | June 28, 2018

(I am a Canadian tourist in the USA, and I go to mail something to my mom. I get a box and fill out all the information on the sheet they give me, but when I get to, “return address,” I’m not sure what to do. I have only ever sent mail from the place I was living, and always knew a return address as the address it was mailed from. Since I am not mailing from where I live, and have no address here for it to be returned to, I approach the postal worker to ask about it.)

Me: “I’m from out of the country, so I don’t have an address here, so I’m not sure what I should put in this section.”

Worker: *with an absolutely disgusted expression* You don’t have an address?!

Me: “Not in the USA, no. As I said, I am from out of the country, so I don’t have an address here.”

Worker: “You have to put a return address! We won’t deliver it if you don’t! YOU HAVE TO HAVE A RETURN ADDRESS!”

Me: “Um, okay.”

(I ended up putting my mom’s address as both the recipient and the sender. She eventually did get the package.)

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Not At The Top(ping) Of The Hiring Pile

, , , , , | | Right | May 26, 2018

(A customer has just asked to mix two sundae flavors together. She picks the two flavors that have the most toppings in them. They’re hell to top on their own; together is going to be miserable. My manager clarifies with her in case she doesn’t realize exactly what comes with each.)

Manager: “Ma’am, that is a lot of toppings to put in. That’s going to be two different kinds of cookie pieces, chocolate chips, peanut butter, strawberries, and cheesecake pieces; are you sure that’s what you want?”

Customer: “Jesus f****** Christ! Can you do it or not?”

Manager: *gritting his teeth* “I’ll have that right out.”

Customer: “Hey, wait, can I have an application? Are you hiring?”

(Later, after she’s finished her application, she waves me over impatiently from where I’m busy taking an order so she can ask me to get my manager back to her.)

Manager: “I really won’t be hiring for another month, just so you know.”

Customer: “Well, can’t you just hire sooner?”

(I asked my manager if he would consider her, because she seemed like a bundle of sunshine to work with, but he said no.)

Making It Very Loud And Clear

, , , , , , | Working | April 20, 2018

(I am house-sitting for my uncle while he is 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 seven 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 seven, and for the most part I have been on time, if not a few minutes early. On this day, however, I am less than five 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, then heads to his office to get started on his work. At some point the coordinator must speak 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 seven, so you need to be here at seven. 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 takes 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.)

Unfiltered Story #109165

, , | Unfiltered | April 19, 2018

I work at a retail liquor store.  A couple of days ago, I received a weird phone call.  I answered the phone in the back warehouse.  Not verbatim but close:

Caller: “Do you have any red Beringer wine?”

Me: “I’m sorry?” (as it was hard to hear due to background noise in the store)

[Immediately after my reply she sounded annoyed or something]

Caller: “*Repeated the question*. I know they have a White Zinfandel and white wines but do you have any reds?”

Me: “Yes, I believe we do have some of their reds in stock. Is there a particular red you were you looking for?”

Caller: “Obviously I’m bothering you. *Click*

Me:  *Confused*

I’m Just Kid-ding

, , , , , | Related | February 10, 2018

(I’m at home with my sister and her three-year-old son. She’s getting his dinner ready before she runs an errand.)

Sister: “Okay, [Son]. Here’s your dinner. It’s really hot, so be careful. [My Name] is going to watch you while I go to the store.”

Nephew: “What are you getting at the store?”

Sister: “I’m getting a new kid.”

Nephew: “A new… What? No!”

(After that, he started to cry and my sister spent the next couple minutes trying not to laugh while telling him it was just a joke, she wasn’t getting a new kid, and she was sorry.)

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