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Got Owned And The Owner Wasn’t Even There, Part 2

, , , , | Working | March 7, 2018

(I’m working in the office and the phone rings. It’s someone from a call centre. There are only two people who work here: the owner and me.)

Caller: “Hello there. Is [Employee who retired in 2010] available, please?”

Me: “He retired a number of years ago.”

Caller: “Okay, then. Is the owner of the business available, please?”

Me: “No.”

Caller: “Do you know when he’ll be available?”

Me: “Can I ask who is calling, please?”

Caller: “It’s [Caller] from [Unknown Company].”

Me: “And can I ask why you’re calling?”

Caller: “It’s a confidential business matter regarding the owner.”

Me: “With all due respect, it cannot be that confidential if you don’t even know the owner’s name.”

Caller: “Okay, then. Thank you for your time.” *click*

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The Key To Being An Idiot

, , | Right | March 6, 2018

(I work in a hotel. We have a bunch of wild twenty-somethings staying in-house. They come by the front desk, whooping and screaming, and go up to their rooms. A moment later, they return.)

Customer #1: “My key doesn’t work!”

Customer #2: “Mine, either!”

Customer #3: “Nor mine!”

(They toss their key cards at me, looking pissed off and drunk.)

Me: “Well, let’s see what’s going on here.”

(I test the keys for their room numbers.)

Me: “This key says it’s for [room].”

Customer #1: “Hey, that’s my room!”

Me: “This one says it’s for [other room].”

Customer #3: “Hey, that’s my room!”

Me: “So, I guess they got mixed up between you all?”

Customer #2: “Yeah. We were at the bar, drinking, and we threw all of our keycards together in a pile, and when it was time to go we just picked up what we thought was ours! Guess we got it wrong, huh? Haha!”

Me: *not laughing*

(Once I straightened everyone’s keys out, they left, and one said to the other, “I bet she thinks that we’re morons!” You got that right, buddy.)

A Fee To Charge A Cancellation Fee

, , , , , | Working | March 6, 2018

(The only cable company available in my area is notorious for its bad customer service. I call them when my contract is expiring:)

Agent: “We don’t have any Internet-only plans.” *a lie*

Me: *young and naive* “Really? That sucks. Are you sure?”

Agent: “Yes. But I can offer you a deal that’s only $10 more a month!”

Me: “Are you sure that’s your only offer?”

Agent: “Yes.”

Me: “All right. I guess I’ll take it.”

(Later, when it’s a month before that contract expires, and I’m a little wiser, I go to the post office.)

Me: “Hello! I am here to mail my cable company’s box back to them.”

Mail Employee: “Oh. It’s that company. I’m going to print your receipt. Don’t lose it. They will claim you never sent the box and charge you.”

Me: “Got it.”

(Later, I call the cable company.)

Me: “Hi! I’m calling to make sure you received my package. I have the tracking number.”

Agent: “About that. We got it, but did you realize that you sent it a week early? We need to charge you a cancellation fee for that.”

Me: “What?!”

Agent: “You must have the box in your house until the contract expires, or it counts as an early cancellation.”

Me: “But then you’ll charge me a late fee for the time it takes to mail!”

Agent: “You could always use our store centers to drop it off.”

Me: “So, your ‘convenient mail-in system’ is a scam?”

Agent: “Of course not, ma’am! You just mailed it too early.”

Me: *switching tactics* “What about your online streaming thingy? I can still watch that, so it’s not a cancellation.”

Agent: “I’m sorry, but you must have the box in your home.”

(I finally give up and pay. I specifically ask to switch to a no-frills, Internet-only deal. The next month, my bill tries to charge me for a frill: an “Internet Boost!” that speeds up the Internet, or some scam like that. I call again.)

Agent: “I’m sorry it ended up on your bill, but it’s been half a month and you’ve already used the boost.”

Me: “How was I supposed to know it was there if you don’t generate my bill until the middle of the month? I called as soon as I was made aware.”

Agent: “I’m sorry, but you have used it.”

Me: “But it won’t appear again, right?”

Agent: “Not at all, ma’am!”

(Yeah, right. I annoyed the billing department every single day the next month by checking my bill and getting promises not to add it. It appeared again, and I said, “I don’t care anymore! I will live without Internet! It isn’t worth this nightmare!” Suddenly, they seemed all accommodating. I got it off my bill. Little did they know that I was moving in three months. That was also interesting. They tried to charge me a late equipment return fee for the cable box, which they took off my bill three more times, and they called me five times to convince me to stay with them. I told them I was moving wherever they weren’t, and that ended each call quickly, thankfully. I am so glad to get away from that company.)

This Generation Has Clocked Out

, , , | Learning | March 6, 2018

(I am in a high school Spanish class and the teacher has given us a worksheet on how to tell time.)

Student: “[Teacher], I don’t know how to do [questions that require students to say what time is shown on an analogue clock]. It’s just a circle with a bunch of lines.”

(The teacher then asked the students to raise their hand if they couldn’t read this type of clock. At least half the class did just that. I lost a lot of hope for my generation that day.)

Embroidered With A Realization

, , , , | Right | March 6, 2018

(For those that don’t know, embroidery is the process of sewing a design onto an item with thread and needle, and there can be thousands of stitches in the smallest of designs. After getting details for an embroidery order from a customer, I need to place a “marker” onto the spot she want the item embroidered so that our embroidery department will know the proper placement. I pull out a small piece of paper and a straight pin, and I’m getting ready to pin the paper onto the intended embroidery location.)

Customer: *frantic*What are you doing?!”

Me: *puzzled* “I’m letting our embroidery department know where you would like your name sewn.”

Customer: *looking slightly disgusted* “Don’t stick that pin in there!” *now looking at me wide-eyed*

Me: “Ma’am, if you don’t want this one pin to be stuck in your item, then you definitely do not want to have it embroidered; it will be stuck thousands of times.”

(I was looking at her, bewildered, as I slowly pushed her item back in her direction. In a matter of seconds you could literally see the realization of what had just happened and how stupid it was pour over her face… PRICELESS!)