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Señora Jabby Finger Auditioning To Be The New NAR Villain

, , , | Right | January 10, 2025

I’m an American living in in Spain. I am in line to pay my electric bill when a woman begins complaining about me being in line. She is talking in very fast Spanish but the gist of it is she thinks I should be at the end of the line because “locals come first” or something.

I don’t remember exactly what she said but she was not a fan of me or Americans in general. At one point she was pointing at me and she jabbed me with her finger. I gave her a look but didn’t say anything.

When it’s my turn in line, I pay my bill, get my receipt, turn to the several women in line behind me, and say in Spanish:

Me: “I hope you all have a blessed day, except for Señora Jabby Finger. She can choke on a grape.”

She was shocked and embarrassed and I kind of feel bad about shaming her but you really shouldn’t assume people don’t know what you are saying when you are talking about them right in front of them no matter what language you are speaking.

The Only Thing We’re Starved Of Here Is Information

, , , , | Right | December 19, 2024

I work in a call center managing medical appointments for various private hospitals. Also, because of the receptionists inside those hospitals are really busy and often can’t answer phone calls, we have ended up becoming a backup general info line (where do I go for a blood test, are my CT results ready, does this require authorisation from my insurance). Patients are received by a bot informing them that this phone line is for managing appointments, but people just don’t listen.

Our ID policy states that we must verify the full name, birthdate, and ID of a person before giving ANY info of a patient. Valid IDs are DNI, NIE (Spanish ID cards for citizens and foreign residents, respectively), and passports. If a supervisor finds one worker breaking this policy, disciplinary action is expected to happen, and our salary might get cut, so we take this seriously.

One day, I received the following call:

Me: “Welcome to [medical group], my name is [My Name], how can I help you?”

Caller: “Hello, I was wondering if you could verify something about a patient in your hospital. You know, I’m very concerned!”

Me: “Of course, what is that you’d like to check?”

Caller: “My friend, [Foreign First Name] was transferred to your hospital from Cadiz for a CT scan this afternoon, and she said that you locked her in a room! That you stole her blanket and kept her starving without food or water. Is this true?”

That story sounded simply unbelievable. I had heard about complaints regarding medical malpractice, but what she said was simply on another level.

Me: “Wow, that sounds… unusual. Let me see if there’s something on her profile. Would you please confirm her full name, ID, and birthdate?”

Caller: “What? No, no I just need to know if all that is true. Just tell me”

Me: “I’m sorry, but due to our security policies, I can’t give you information unless you confirm that data.”

Caller: “I don’t have any of that now. You see, she flew from Morrocco a few days ago and doesn’t speak Spanish. I’m like, her only family here. She has family, and they are worried about her. She is not answering her phone, maybe she is out of battery. I could give you my DNI.”

Me: “I’m afraid I still need her data. It’s for security.”

Caller: “I don’t think you understand. I’m not asking for any ‘information’, I just need to verify if this is how you treated my friend?”

Me: “Just confirming with you if she has been today in the hospital would be a security breach. Look, if you don’t know her info, you can ask her family in order to pass ID policy. I can wait in line if you…”

Caller: “You know, you are keeping an old woman hostage, this is what you’re doing. If you don’t tell me where she is right now, I’ll call the police! Just go and check if she’s safe”

Me: “Ma’am, I can’t, I…”

Caller: “Wait, you’re not in the Hospital.”

Me: “No, I’m not.”

Caller: “Well, then put me with someone who is!”

Me: “You can call directly to the reception by pressing [number], but they won’t tell you anything unless you give them the ID info.”

Caller: “I’ll try that. If you keep the status of [Name] from me, I’ll call the police!” *Click.*

I was left dumbfounded on my desk. Since that evening was slow, I checked the name on the database out of curiosity. Only five people were registered under that name in all our company: none of them had been in that hospital that day.

Was she really just a worried friend? Maybe. Was she someone trying to locate a woman who wanted to be left alone? I don’t know, and probably never will. But had I complied, I could have lost my job and maybe I could have put a woman at risk.

Email Fail, Part 50

, , , , | Right | December 19, 2024

I am a freelance web designer, and around 2012 I had the following conversation with a client who built and sold crappy houses to northern Europeans, mostly Brits.

Client: “Hey, I have the content for the “About us” page, you can come and pick it up.”

Me: “Great, send it over! Wait a minute …. did you say to come and pick it up?”

Their office is in the town centre, where it is bloody impossible to park, and I have very bad memories of that place after suffering a head injury there due to its terrible architecture. But that’s a story for another day….

Client: “Yes, I have it here printed out.

Me: “Here’s an idea, why don’t you send it to me by email?”

Client: “Okay, no problem. It will have to be when Luis is back, as he is the only one who knows how to work the scanner.

Me: “Umm … okay … here’s another idea, why don’t you just attach the file to the email and send it to me?”

Client: “File? What file?

Apparently, for pretty much all their documents, they just opened Word, typed out the document, printed and closed without saving. This was the CEO of the company who had overseen the sales of tens of millions of Euros’ worth of crappy houses…. 

Eventually, Luis came in, scanned the printout, managed to attach the scan to an email and sent it to me. I simply typed it out as I couldn’t be arsed to find an OCR solution. It was pretty short and in ALL CAPS anyway…

I just had a look, and my 2012 website is still up and working!

Related:
Email Fail, Part 49

Email Fail, Part 48
Email Fail, Part 47
Email Fail, Part 46
Email Fail, Part 45

No Office Space Left For Pranks

, , , , | Working | November 7, 2024

I worked at a company that had very limited office space for higher managers. When someone got promoted they had to wait until an appropriate size office was vacated.

My boss got promoted and there was no available office. So she waited. 

And waited.

There were a few other people in the same circumstance as her, but instead of a ‘first come, first served’ rule you claimed the office by submitting the appropriate form first, then you got it. 

A couple of months go by, and my boss is slightly frustrated having missed out on a few opportunities. It’s the day of a big meeting; her boss, boss’ boss, and even one more level up.

My office mate and I burst into the conference room.

Me: “We apologize for interrupting, but [Boss] has to come now to claim an office that has just become available!”

Her boss scowls a little and then tells her to go.

She follows us out and in the atrium to see that instead of one of the offices vacated, we’ve pitched a tent fully populated with a desk, a phone, and a working terminal! We all start laughing at her reaction, but she is a little upset.

Boss: “You’re making me look bad in front of [senior management]!”

She turns around and all of the attendees of the meeting have followed her and are enjoying the joke. Her boss, seeing that she’s mad, steps up and says:

Her Boss: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a staff that cares more for their boss than they care for you. They organized this whole thing to celebrate your well-deserved promotion.”

Boss: “I mean, they are usually amazing… when they’re not up to shenanigans!”

Her Boss: “Just so you know, they cleared it with me to make sure we’d all be okay with this. And, as it turns out, [Boss’ Boss] pulled some strings and that room there—” *pointing to where some people are standing* “—is your new office!”

Yes, some coworkers and I had discovered the office was about to become available and managed to get it secured for her (with some help) as a surprise. When you have a great boss you will do what you can to show them you’re grateful you’re not working for one of the bad ones!

It’s A Short Trip Between Stupid Town And Bigotburg

, , , , , , , , | Right | CREDIT: Life_Conference_797 | November 5, 2024

I worked for an online travel agency. Most customers booked their trips themselves online, so you’d think they’d have at least some idea of where they’d chosen to travel. Most of my calls were people calling during their travels about issues they wanted us to fix, 90% their own fault, and very occasionally not.

Customer: “I need your manager.”

Me: “All right, I see you booked yourself a trip through Barcelona and Madrid. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on, and I’ll get you to the right people to help?”

Customer: “Nobody told me they’d speak Mexican here.”

Me: “…Come again?”

Customer: “There are too many people speaking Mexican. They should know that tourists speak American. This isn’t the service I paid for, so I need your manager to discuss how I’ll be refunded.”

Their trip was worth about $15,000.

Me: “Ma’am, I can get you to my manager, but I’m sure you aren’t eligible for any refund on account of hearing Spaniards speaking Spanish in Spain.”

Customer: “I’m from Texas, so I know better than you what Mexican sounds like. Get me someone who will get me my refund.”

Me: “Oh, with pleasure.”

I was fortunate to work with managers who had my back more often than not, and definitely when racists were on the other end (unfortunately often when Americans go abroad). They didn’t get a refund, but they did get a nice linguistics lesson and some thorough marks on their profile.