Mismanaged Your Attitude

, , , , , , , | Working | November 27, 2017

(I am cleaning up after having lunch. The staff room hasn’t been tidied since the morning, so I decide to have a quick run around.)

Coworker: *walking in* “What are you doing?”

Me: “Just cleaning. It hasn’t been touched since [Cleaner] left this morning.”

Coworker: *condescending* “Why should you be doing that?”

Me: “Why not?”

Coworker: “Because you’re a man!

(I turn and stare at him, expecting it to be a joke. He stares back until our manager, who is a woman, walks in, too.)

Coworker: *snapping his fingers* “[Manager]! Get this mess cleaned up. [My Name] has been doing it because you’re too lazy!”

Manager: “Excuse me?”

Coworker: *snaps his fingers again* “You heard me!”

Manager: *takes a second to compose herself* “You’ve only been here a month, [Coworker], so I’ll give you a moment to adjust your attitude.”

Coworker: *stares, confused, for a second before snapping his fingers for the last time* “NOW!”

Manager: “That’s it! Get out. We’ll be having a little chat with your supervisor tomorrow.”

(The coworker didn’t leave at first and tried to argue his point across, shouting at the manager. I didn’t see him until a week later; he was tasked with cleaning the staff room in the evenings. Whenever he thinks he’s alone he mutters to himself that it isn’t a man’s job to clean, and that he’ll get back at [Manager] someday.)

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Egg Tray For The Egg Blockers

, , , , , | Working | November 22, 2017

Me: *looking in the fridge* “There’s… tampons in the fridge.”

Coworker: *who is female* “Tampons?”

Me: “It looks like them.” *pointing to the egg tray*

Coworker: *coming over* “Yup, that’s them. I wonder who put them in there?”

Me: “Is that something women do?”

Coworker: “I don’t personally, but to each their own, I suppose. But seriously, the egg tray? Really? That isn’t very considerate!”

Me: “Should we tell someone?”

(We wound up telling the manager, who was furious and decided to remove and bin them herself. About an hour later, another coworker came running down to the staff room. We then heard, “WHERE THE F*** ARE MY TAMPONS?!” She wasn’t happy when she found out, but it did teach her to ask before doing it. She now puts them in a container first.)

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Stupid Lives Matter Too

| Working | April 28, 2017

(I have just gotten into work and started cleaning in the staff room. A colleague walks in.)

Colleague: *spotting a half filled up cup* “Oh, do you mind? I’m so thirsty!”

(She picks it up and slurps some of it. Her face turns sour and she spits it back out.)

Colleague: “What is this? It tastes awful.”

Me: “I have no idea. I just got here.”

Colleague: “You should have told me it wasn’t water. You need to be more considerate!”

Me: “But I have literally just got in. I have no idea what’s in that cup.”

Colleague: “I’m going to talk with [Manager] about this. That was so mean! I’ve never been so oppressed in my life!”

(She disappears into her manager’s office for a few minutes while I’m left dumbstruck. She comes out and doesn’t notice me, but has an air of importance about her. The manager comes out.)

Manager: “So she came into the room, saw a cup with something in it, and didn’t question what it was before choking it down?”

Me: “That was also oppression, according to her.”

Manager: *shaking his head* “Idiocy comes in all forms…”

(As for the liquid in the cup: cleaning solution. Apparently the bottle holding it split open and someone decided to use a cup to hold the rest of it in. It’s a good thing it wasn’t dangerous.)

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