Unfiltered Story #110712

, | Unfiltered | May 16, 2018

I was hired for a position combined with learning on the job. The first half year, everything went smoothly. Every monthly meeting, people were cheering for my contributions and efforts. I had never felt so rewarded before. In my half-year progress meeting, I was introduced to my new team lead, who had only recently been promoted. He asked me what I expected from him, and I gave honest advice from my seven-year experience in similar companies.

The meeting was recorded and notes were sent to me: my contract was prolonged without a doubt.

Fast-forward two weeks. The new team lead pulls me into the first of two awful meetings. He accuses me of not getting my job done (that was correct: I was behind on two tasks); on slacking off to social media, being distracted, on coming in late and leaving early; on my request to switch places so I’d sit in a quieter corner and could work more focused: he interpreted this as fleeing from supervision. He scolded me and said I was a disgrace to the company. He called my daily status updates incoherent and, as I agreed we all should stay sharp at those, he sneered I should say nothing advisory until I had my own work back on track again (I hadn’t even noticed I’d derailed, nobody had).

It took him two meetings, because at first, I didn’t believe him, and tried to take it lightly, and tone his temper down. That didn’t land well, so the second meeting he was furious. I shed a few tears, silently, because I was so taken aback by this mean, unfair behavior. I was doing so well!

In the next months, he and I tried to get back on track, but I couldn’t do anything right. I felt miserable and started to believe in my own failure. My next contract prolongment came up, so I arranged a meeting with our boss. He advised me to talk to the team lead myself, since it wasn’t his problem. I promised to. He also said, that I had surely apologized for slacking, so if I hadn’t, had my apologies been a lie, or the slacking? In any case, I was wrong. He told me we shouldn’t lie about the half-year meeting; it hadn’t been good; I should have done better and I hadn’t. I couldn’t believe it. Did he forget we’d put this all in words? I carefully advised him not to speak in hints anymore, in such meetings.

In the next week, I talked to the team lead, and asked about the contract prolongation. He wouldn’t prolong it, not to my surprise. I knew that, and I didn’t fight. Fighting him in any way had caused him to become unruly and outraged; not again.

He told me to let it sink in for a day, but I didn’t need that. I was surprised he’d assumed I did not see it coming. He even advised me to work less, because I had done so much lately (oh?) and he was afraid I’d end up home, sick (here, a company can’t let you off if you’re on long term sick leave). His sudden devotion to my health was paper-thin.

Next day, I told my colleagues I would leave the company soon, so I could be open about job seeking. Not asking for reasons, they supported me immediately. With help of them, and friends, I found a new job in only six weeks. My friends have been so supportive, it is a blessing. I am sad nevertheless. I re-read the notes from my half year’s meeting, and saw nothing but happiness and hope. And now I hope, that this team-lead one day learns to treat people better. I’ll be somewhere else.

Nail Fail

, , , | Right | May 15, 2018

(While I’m shopping, I overhear the following exchange between a customer and one of the employees manning the till.)

Employee: “Excuse me, sir, what are you doing with that nail clipper? Are you actually clipping your nails?”

Customer: “Yes. I have to test if it works, right?”

Employee: “That is not very hygienic, sir. I’m afraid you’ll need to buy it now. I can’t sell it to other people like this.”

Customer: “But… I just needed to test it out. All right, how much is it?”

Employee: “It’s [amount], sir.”

(The customer paid for the clippers and walked away. As they left the shop, I heard his wife saying to him, “I don’t understand why you wanted another one. You have dozens of those things at home.”)

Unfiltered Story #110683

, | Unfiltered | May 13, 2018

Customer: I’ll have the steak.
Me; Of course. Medium?
Customer: No, large.

Both Rooms Involve An Eventual Release

, , , , | Working | May 9, 2018

(We’re discussing possible activities for our annual team outing. We discussed the possibility of going to an escape room some days prior.)

Coworker: “Before it comes up again, I’m not going to one of those dark rooms! I’m not going, if that’s what we’re doing!”

Me: “[Coworker], I can promise you we will not be going to a dark room for our team outing. I’ll explain the difference between an escape room and a dark room later. On second thought… Maybe not.”

Unfiltered Story #110350

, | Unfiltered | May 8, 2018

(One of our departments is notorious for consisting mainly of middle-aged women who don’t seem to be the most… jolly. The sphere up there is one of silence and grumpiness, with some people doing their work quite slow and sloppy. The only male coworker at the department is also slow and sloppy. Like his coworkers, he rarely smiles and he complains a lot. One day, he has to work downstairs with us, which we do not really enjoy. When he goes out for a break, I can’t resist saying something to my team leader and another supervisor.)

Me: *jokingly* “You know, that was a very rare thing, back there. It’s a very strange experience to see the man smile.”

Supervisor: “You call that a man?”

Me: “Ehm… yes…? What would you call him, then?”

Supervisor: “A eunuch. Since he hasn’t got any balls.”

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