Working With This Guy Is Just A Scream

, , , , , | Working | August 13, 2019

(I am a waitress at a restaurant chain. We have a new general manager who, according to my coworkers, is very unpleasant to work with. He screams at them over slight mistakes, but luckily, all my normal shifts since he started working there have been under the much nicer shift manager. One day, my luck runs out, and I get the mean general manager. This happens while I’m waiting on a 75-year-old lady during that shift.)

Me: “How is everything today, ma’am?”

Elderly Lady: “It’s absolutely delicious, thank you.”

(Just then the general manager storms toward me.)

General Manager: “What the f*** are you doing?! Why aren’t you waiting on the other tables?! You’re so f****** useless!”

Me: “But I—“

General Manager: “Shut it! You go over and serve those customers right now, and then come straight to my office!”

(The general manager storms away. I’m close to tears at this point. The lady is visibly angry.)

Elderly Lady: “Sir! SIR!”

General Manager: *turning around* “WHAT?!”

Elderly Lady: “You’re the manager here, right?”

General Manager: “Yes.”

Elderly Lady: “Just what do you think gives you the right to scream at her, young man? She’s done nothing wrong!”

General Manager: “Because I’m her boss, that’s why! You can’t tell me what to do!”

(The lady ignores him and gives me a $10 bill.)

Elderly Lady: “For you. Don’t let what he says get to you. You’ve been doing a very good job.”

General Manager: That’s it!

(Without warning, he stomps over to the table, snatches the $10 from my hand, and stuffs it into his shirt pocket.)

General Manager: *screaming in my face* “YOU’RE FIRED!”

(I break down crying. The whole restaurant is now staring at us. The lady, who by now has had enough, stands up and gets up close to the general manager.)

Elderly Lady: “Now, listen here, young man. This poor girl has been nothing but nice and sweet this whole time. She’s been doing her job very well. You, on the other hand, have been nothing but rude and unprofessional. All you have done is scream and yell at her for no particular reason, and now you’re firing her and taking the tip I gave her? Shame on you! Shame, shame, shame on you!”

(The lady went to the register, paid her bill, and left without so much as saying a word. Several other patrons got up and walked out after her, some of them doing so without paying. That night, I got a telephone call from the district manager profusely apologizing for the general manager’s actions and telling me that my firing had been overturned, and that I could resume my normal schedule the next day. He paid the restaurant a visit that day, and I arrived just in time to see him in the office, going practically nuclear on the now ex-general manager for his behavior. The shift manager was promoted into the newly-vacated general manager position. And I got my $10 back.)

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You Bruise, You Lose

, , , , | Right | August 6, 2019

(At about 7:00 one night, a well-dressed woman in her thirties approaches me.)

Customer: “I need to speak to your manager.”

Me: “I’m the manager on duty; how can I help you?”

Customer: “I was in an accident outside your store last night, and I needed to know if you have any video cameras of the parking lot. I also need to know who owns the parking lot and how to reach them.”

Me: “Unfortunately, we don’t have any cameras for outside our store, but it’s possible that the property manager does. Let me contact my boss and see if we can find out who you need to contact.”

(I send a text to my boss about how a customer was in an accident and needs to contact the owner of the parking lot, but he doesn’t answer. I peruse the office for any phone numbers for the property manager, but I can’t find anything. After a few more minutes, I go back to the customer.)

Me: “Well, we have a couple of different options. I’m still waiting for my boss to get back to me, so if you’re willing to wait around, we can see if he has an answer. There’s also another manager who will be in tomorrow morning at 6:00 am. He has a bit more experience than I do, so he probably knows where to look to find the property manager’s number. If you don’t want to wait around any longer, you could call him in the morning.”

Customer: “Oh, okay. I think I’ll call in the morning. You see, the lights in the parking lot weren’t on last night, so I couldn’t see where I was going. I hit my leg against the curb while walking toward your store, and now I have a bruise. I just wanted to make sure that whoever is responsible will pay for my medical expenses.”

Me: “…”

(My boss finally called me after the lady left, frantic, until I explained that the lady had tripped on the curb and wanted someone to pay her medical bills. The weirdest part: even if the parking lot lights had somehow malfunctioned that one night, our doors and vestibule are made of glass. The lights from inside the store would have lit up our curb clearly. We never got a call in the morning, and we never heard from her again.)

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Keep That Kind Of Tip To Yourself

, , , | Friendly | August 2, 2019

(I go into the restaurant where I work to collect my paycheck. I have my three-year-old brother with me, and I see a regular paying for her order, who is usually very nice and a great tipper.)

Me: “Hi, [Regular]! How are you today?”

Regular: “I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it!”

Me: “What’s wrong?”

Regular: “Aren’t you only eighteen?”

Me: “Yes, I–“

Regular: “That’s what’s wrong with the world these days. Stupid teenagers getting pregnant, having children, and dropping out of school to be deadbeat waitresses and live off welfare. Taking all my hard-earned money to support their drug habits while their kids are starving! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!”

Brother: “[My Name], I hungry.”

Regular: “I bet you didn’t even tell him you’re his mother. I bet that’s why he doesn’t call you ‘Mommy’!”

Me: “He doesn’t call me ‘Mommy’ because I’m his sister. And even if I was his mother, you know for a fact that I’m in school, and it wouldn’t really be any of your business if I wasn’t. Besides, if it wasn’t for us ‘deadbeat waitresses,’ you wouldn’t have anyone to serve you your meal when you come here.”

Regular: “Well, it’s still not right!” *stomps off*

Brother: “MEAN LADY!” *pause* “Can I have chocolate?”

(My boss overheard the whole thing and insisted on giving us some free desserts, and we never saw that customer again!)

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Unfiltered Story #159857

, , | Unfiltered | August 1, 2019

(I’m a computer programmer, but I’ve been practicing UFC since I was in high school. After more than a decade of training, there are certain things you do instinctively when under attack. Our most recent client is a smarmy dude, who seems to think he can do whatever he wants because he’s paying us for a program. It should also be noted that I am female.)

Client: Wow. That’s a nice piece of ass you’ve got there.

Me: Yes, all the better to sit on while coding. Do you mind?

Client: Oh, okay.

(The client then whips my chair around and pulls me out of it, grabbing me and pulling me close to him. He probably shouldn’t have done that. My head ducks, my knees bend, and my arms go into fighting stance. Before he can say or do anything else, I’ve grabbed him, kneed him in the solar plexus, and thrown him rather painfully to the floor.)

Me: (Angrily) Don’t touch me!

Client: (gasping) What the f— was that?!

Boss: (Coming around the corner) Dude, you went after both the hottest and most dangerous woman in the office. You deserved it.

(The client quit coming by the office after that.)

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This Hotel Is Filling Up!

, , , , | Related | July 24, 2019

(My family is checking into a hotel room. I turn to my five-year-old daughter.)

Me: “Let me look in your mouth.” *looks* “No, you’re okay.”

Wife: “What are you doing?”

Me: “Just making sure that’s someone else’s filling on the floor.”

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