They Know Their ABK’s

, , , , , , | Working | October 8, 2017

I called in an order to a pizza parlor from whom I had previously ordered. My previous receipt had my name spelled as “Kathy.”

The employee asked for my phone number and I gave it to him. He looked up my record and confirmed the name on file as “Kathy” and I said, “Yes, but I spell ‘Cathy’ with a C, so can you please change it?” The employee said he would.

When I picked up my order, my name on the receipt had been changed – to “Cathy with a C.”

Unfiltered Story #96638

, , | Unfiltered | October 4, 2017

(My co-worker and I were doing a tire rotation on a customer’s car. Some random lady walks towards us and stands outside the shop. At this moment, I am standing in the front of the car and my co-worker is at the rear. She ask for some help and my co-worker said something to her. We then rotated the tire and she was still there. She kept asking for help and so I decided to help her. This was also a few years back, so I don’t remember how exactly the conversation went but i remember the event.)

Lady: Is anyone going to help me?

Me: How can I help you?

Lady: I parked my car on your property and now it is not there. You guys must of towed it and I want my car back. (We have our own parking lot that can fit up to 13 cars. We did not see anyone’s car get towed.)

Me: You can talk to my manager.

Lady: Where is he?

Me: In the office, it is right over there *points to the office* (The office is not attached to the shop and many customers can’t find it despite being the only office in the lot. She goes to the office and talks with the manager. I see them walking out to where her car was. The manager returns to the office and the lady went away. I finished working on the customer’s car and went to talk to my manager.)

Me: What was up with the lady?

Manager: She parked her car on the street. It was timed parking and she exceeded that time limit. Her car got towed by the city and she blamed us because she thought that we own that street. I told her to call the police and they would notify her of the towing.

(At this point, I go back to the shop and explain the event to my co-worker. The manager also comes and we all joke about how we “own” the street.)

Not Getting That Friday Feeling

, , , , , , | Working | September 21, 2017

(I only have one other coworker who has exactly the same position as me in our department. He’s a nice enough guy, but staggeringly incompetent at our job, which frustrates me to no end because cleaning up his messes dramatically complicates my duties. I was excited when we brought him on, because the department was a lot for me to handle alone, but he makes so many mistakes I’m not sure I’m actually working less. We used to work side-by-side frequently, but the schedule recently changed so now we mostly work opposite shifts except for overlapping on one day. This means I’m not around to babysit him as much as before. It’s important we communicate about what work is being handed off, and I always make clear to customers which days I’m in the office and which days they will catch him instead. One Friday, close to closing time, the phone rings.)

Receptionist: “[My Name], can you take a call? She asked for [Coworker], but he’s off today; when I told her she got pretty pissed. I’m hoping you can help her.”

(I end up talking to her for quite a while, getting the situation untangled. Afterwards:)

Receptionist: “Were you able to get it figured out?”

Me: “Yeah, and I don’t blame her for being angry. [Coworker] worked with her last week, and she talked to him again Monday. He told her, ‘I promise I’ll call you by the end of the day Friday. I’m writing it in my calendar so I don’t forget.’ That’s awfully specific, and sounds like something he’d say; I don’t think she was lying. And she never heard from him today, so that’s why she called.”

Receptionist: “…but he didn’t work today.”

Me: “Yep. He only worked Monday and Tuesday this week. I know he’s usually here Wednesday, too, but last Friday is the only Friday he’s worked since the schedule change, because I traded for Wednesday. He NEVER works Friday otherwise. And he definitely never told me about her.”

Receptionist: “Wow.”

Me: “And, get this: I checked, and he never actually ordered the parts to fix her car in the first place. Both when she first came in, AND when she talked to him again.”

Receptionist: “Seriously?”

Me: “Yep. I took care of it and booked her for Monday when he’s back. Unlike what he did to me, I’ll actually tell him what’s going on, so he doesn’t get blindsided.”

(What I happened to know that WOULD blindside him is that he would be written up Monday, twice, for two separate mistakes that cost the department over a thousand dollars, a week after getting written up for doing a horrible job helping a different customer. I don’t think he’ll be with us much longer.)

Doesn’t Have That Friday Feeling

, , , , , , | Romantic | September 7, 2017

(It’s Friday, a workday in the USA. I make my wife and myself breakfast every day, typically eggs and toast.)

Me: “I have to go, I’m late.”

Wife: “Late for what?”

Me: “I still go to the 10:00 meeting. I’m late for work.”

Wife: “What?”

Me: “I work today. It’s Friday. I work on Fridays. It’s America.”

Wife: “It’s Friday?”

Me: “Yes; do you feel like it’s Saturday?”

Wife: “You served me breakfast in bed.”

Me: “But if it’s Saturday, how come you didn’t get your egg poached with salmon and capers and cheese?”

Wife: “I’m going to check.”

Me: “How come we didn’t watch Saturday morning breakfast cartoons?”

Wife: “It’s really Friday!”

Me: “You must have thought your Saturday morning really sucked.”

Doesn’t Sound A-Peeling

, , , , , | Working | August 14, 2017

(A coworker and I are at our respective desks next to each other working. He looks at his hand.)

Coworker: “That’s weird. It’s like my hand…” *something I can’t quite make out*

Me: “Wait… WHAT?”

Coworker: “It’s peeling.” *he shows me where skin is flaking off the palm of his hand*

Me: “Okay, that’s way better than what I thought you said. I missed the ‘-ling’ and just heard ‘pee.'”

Coworker: *laughs*

Me: “I was thinking, ‘Dude, I know we work closely together but I don’t need to know about your pee hands.'”

Coworker: “Don’t worry. I do not have pee hands.”

Me: “I would hope not! But if you ever do, please don’t touch my keyboard.”

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