This Happens From Showtime To Time

, , , , | Right | January 12, 2021

I work at a historic theater owned by my college. Like almost all historic theaters, it was built in the vaudeville age and then converted to a movie theater in the 1950s. It went out of business, closed, and was then purchased by a local college. Since then, it has been used for a variety of live events, but it has not shown movies to the public in over fifty years.

Our website says verbatim that the theater is a live show venue that hosts “operas, plays, musicals, ballets, and concerts.” Nowhere on the website or in any of our advertising material are movies mentioned.

My boss walks in one day to an angry voicemail from a man demanding to know our movie showtimes because they are “not listed anywhere on our site.”

I still wonder if he was old and remembered seeing movies at the theater in his youth, or if he was just plain ignorant.

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A Spot Of Bother Over Spots

, , , , | Working | January 8, 2021

I work at a very large factory. At my particular spot in the factory, we work in a two-hour rotation for twelve hours a day on most spots on the line, save three. These three are super easy spots where you stay there all day and are therefore coveted.

Today is my first time at this specific spot since I started three weeks ago. I sign into the station and sit down on the provided stool. A coworker whom I have never met, running late, comes up, signs me out of the spot, signs herself into it, and sits down on the other stool.

Me: “Hey, that’s my spot. You are over there.”

Coworker: *Loudly* “Nope, it’s my spot! I just worked eight days in a row. I need to be here!”

And she turns her back to me and starts talking just as loudly to another workmate.

Me: “No, it is my spot. I was assigned to it.”

Coworker: “Well, I’m taking it!”

I’m a very shy and non-confrontational gal, so I shut up for a second, completely taken aback by this obnoxious behavior. A minute later, I decide to compromise with her. 

Me: “Okay, well, you take it for this quarter, but it’s mine after that. Or maybe we can do every other one?”

She only looks at me with a glare, which I return. 

During that day, she bullied a guy into buying her a soda, forced another girl to let her have another easy spot and made that girl take the hardest on the line, and was loudly belligerent to anyone coming near her.

It turns out she was able to give others negative marks on their work when she was assigned to that spot, which not everyone gets. Those who kissed her behind were not given marks. Those who did not, like me, were given mark after mark.

After too many complaints against her, she was demoted. She now refuses to look at me and requests others to sit in my spot if we have to work together. I happily comply.

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This Story Goes From Zero To 200

, , , , , | Right | January 7, 2021

A customer hands me a $100 bill for her $80 purchase. After the money is in my hand, I feel that there are two bills stuck together and immediately hand her a $100 bill back.

Me: “You had two bills stuck together.”

She looks at me with a look of confusion. I have helped this customer before; she is usually very quiet and serious. I can’t usually get her to smile at all.

Customer: “Can you please call your manager over here?”

I got a little worried that I had done something wrong.

When my manager got there, the customer started gushing over how “honest and sweet” I had been.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but it was nice to be appreciated for once. She left and smiled at me on the way out.


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Where Would Jesus Park?

, , , , , , | Right | January 5, 2021

It’s a lovely day and my husband and I decide to just go to the local state park and enjoy the day. While I can walk, I can’t go far, so for good distances, I use a wheelchair and have a legal placard to park in reserved handicap spaces.

We pull into a handicap spot and put up the placard, and I am waiting for my husband to get the wheelchair for me when an SUV pulls into the next spot beside us. I watch as the woman gets out and starts to walk away. Not seeing a placard, I ask my husband:

Me: “Can you see if there’s a handicap tag?”

Husband: “There isn’t.”

I call to her and she walks back.

Me: “Why are you parking in a handicap space without the required tag or card? It’s a $250 fine for doing so, and there are regular spaces not that much further back.”

She points to the Jesus fish on her trunk.

Woman: “That’s all the permission I need.” 

I reported it to the park office and the SUV was gone when we decided to leave. I hope she got a ticket for it. If she did, she probably tried to argue that her Jesus fish protected her and how dare they expect her to pay the fine.

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Return This Employee To Sender; Brain Not As Advertised

, , , , | Working | December 29, 2020

I’ve been living in my apartment for about seven months, and I still continue to get mail for the previous tenants. It’s gotten so bad that I actually got one of those “return to sender” stamps because I got sick of hand-writing it on each of the letters.

One day, a package from one of the “higher-end,” non-post-office delivery services is delivered to my door for the previous tenant. Annoyed that I can’t just toss it in the apartment’s outbound letterbox, I stamp it to try to save the workers a step and take the trip out to the closest store of the company that delivered it.

There are two employees working when I arrive: one helping another customer and another that seems to maybe be packing boxes or otherwise working. I step in line behind the first customer to wait.

[Employee #1], seeing me waiting, takes a box off the counter closest to her and half-gestures to it while addressing me.

Employee #1: “Put it on the scale.”

Me: “Oh, no, I’m not shipping this myself; it was delivered to me this afternoon, but the guy it’s addressed to doesn’t live at this address.”

[Employee #1] looks at the package and then looks at me with an annoyed expression.

Employee #1: “What do you want us to do about it?”

Me: *Incredulous* “Return it to the sender? Since it was your company that delivered it, and he does not live at my house?”

[Employee #1] turns to [Employee #2].

Employee #1: “Do we do ‘return to senders’?”

[Employee #2] walks over to inspect the package.

Employee #2: “Well, yeah, as long as it hasn’t been opened.”

They inspect it thoroughly for a moment, as if hunting for where I apparently MUST have opened someone else’s mail and now want to ship it back.

Me: “That’s… good, seeing as I haven’t opened it, because it was someone else’s mail. It was just delivered today.”

Employee #1: “I guess I’ll just let them know it’s to be returned to the sender.”

[Employee #1] makes a show of writing “RTS” on the package with a marker before looking back up at me.

Employee #1: “It’s fine; we’ll take it.”

Me: “Thank you very much! Have a great rest of your day!”

I tried to be chipper and nice in my farewell, hoping that perhaps she just wasn’t having a good day and didn’t do a good job at hiding it, but she didn’t even reply. Jeez, did she expect me to pay to have someone else’s mail returned to the sender? I wasn’t going to just throw it out; I know I would be upset if my package got delivered to the wrong location and the person stole it or just threw it away! I always try to give people the benefit of the doubt, but her general attitude was just appalling.

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