An Employer Who Pales In Comparison To Decent Ones

, , , , | Working | April 23, 2020

(I’m applying for a job at a tanning salon via an external agency, from which I have an assigned job coach. I have to say, I’m not exactly the beauty-guru type, and working at a salon was a questionable option for me from the start, but my job coach keeps telling me I’m perfect for the job.)

Job Coach: “It’s only a hostess type of function anyway. You know, welcome the customers, point them to their tanning booths, and make coffee.” 

(The job coach is there for the interview and we both arrive at the same time. The employer lets us in, but we are followed by a man who I think is another employee. Once the employer gets us set with coffee and tea and he strikes up a conversation with the man… which takes him about 20 minutes.)

Employer: *to the man* “Did you see the state of our windows? They really need some cleaning. I guess I’ll have those broads who work the desk here do that this week. All they do is sit on their a**es anyway.” 

(Finally, just when my job coach and I wonder if this is a job interview or a tea party, the employer says goodbye to the man he was talking to — a friend of his, as it turns out — and directs his attention to us. 

He describes a bit of the job and I’m mildly interested. It all sounds like something I could do. Then, my job coach asks him about the controversy surrounding tanning, and how you can get skin cancer from it. Cue a long tirade from the employer on how tanning is very healthy and it’s actually sunblock that causes cancer, followed by an equally long tirade on how big pharma is a conspiracy, global warming isn’t real, and vaccines cause autism, expecting us to agree with him at every point. 

The conversation finally ends and I’m expected to tag along for a day or two to see if this job is a match. I’m too baffled to counteract anything, and I let it happen, but once my job coach and I leave the shop, I express my concerns.)

Job Coach: “So, what do you think? Do you want to give it a shot? It could be a fun job!”

Me: “With all due respect… I don’t think I want to work for an employer who refers to his female employees as ‘those broads,’ displays a very unprofessional demeanor by yapping with his ‘friend’ for twenty minutes, and has so many wrong views on the world that I can only foresee a lot of arguing if I ever were to work for him. So… thanks but no thanks.”

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Unfiltered Story #192226

, | Unfiltered | April 19, 2020

(I word at an administration office. we handle de administration for small offices and also do taaxes. My coworker picked up the phone.)

Coworker: “Goodmorning, [Company name] this is [name].”

Coworker: “I am sorry sir I never heard of that company”

Coworker: “No sir we can not do that. We are an Administration office, we can handle all your taxes and administration but we can not send a plumber to you.

(I look at my coworker who is holding the phone with a puzzled look on her face)

Coworker: “I am sorry sire, have a nice day!”

Me: “Did someone really expect us to send a plumber to them?”

Coworker: “yes! He kept insisting that we did this for him last year when he had waterdamage. He didn’t seem to understand that is does not belong to our services. He wasn’t even a client of ours. I have never heard of his Company!”

(My coworker knows just about all our client by name)

We Assume This Means Something Else In Dutch

, , , | Right | April 16, 2020

I’m installing a dishwasher at a customer’s house, and I’m trying to get the power cable up behind a wood board.

Customer: “Do you have trouble getting it up?”

Me: “Uh… no, ma’am, just trouble getting it in.”

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Unfiltered Story #192196

, | Unfiltered | April 16, 2020

(Our restaurant is located in a bridge over the highway. We share the building with several other restaurants. On the one side of the road is a gas station, on the other side a hotel. Our restaurant closes at 10 PM after which we do the clean-up. Usually, we are finished at 11 PM or 11:30 PM. Since people might want to cross the bridge or at least go to one of our neighbours, it’s still possible to walk through our restaurant. This time, we are finished, checking out and having some drinks like every night. Then a family walks in and moves through the buffet. Although most of the lights are turned off and the shutters are closed, they still grab some trays and start looking at the buffet. Only after some inspection, they seem to realise it is empty.)

Father: ‘You are closed?’

Me: ‘Yes, we are, sir.’

Father: ‘You’re not 24 hours opened?’

Me: ‘No, sir, I’m sorry, but we’re not. We close at 10 PM.’

Father: ‘The road sign says “24 hours opened”!’

(He obviously misinterpreted something, for it can’t possibly be right.)

Me: ‘If that is on the sign, it isn’t right, sir. [Restaurant] is never open for 24 hours. But maybe you can still go to one of the other restaurants in the building, like the ones next to us. Good night, sir.’

(I know even the restaurant next to us is only open from 6 AM until 2 PM, which makes me wonder what the 24 hour thing is about. Whatever it is, the would-be customers leave grumbling and muttering protests.)

Me: ‘They thought we would be opened for 24 hours.’

Colleague: ‘Interesting. If we did that, how would we ever manage to clean up and prevent the restaurant from becoming a health hazard?’

(Turns out later that the road sign said that the gas station and the hotel were open for 24 hours, but that the bridge-restaurant was open from 6 AM until 2 PM. Apparently they got confused. Maybe due to the late hour. Maybe due to having high expectations without thinking of logistics.)

Unfiltered Story #191937

, | Unfiltered | April 15, 2020

(It’s early evening and quite busy. I am standing at the counter waiting for the customers to get through the buffet with their food and drinks. And older gentleman comes with his tray. On his plate is today’s dish: satay with sauce and french fries. While at the counter, he also takes a cup of mayonnaise to have with his fries. I hit the button for everything on the tray: his drink, the meal and the mayonnaise.)

Customer: ‘Eh? The fries sauce was for free, wasn’t it?’ (With this he clearly means the mayonnaise.)

Me: ‘Sorry, it’s 30 cents a cup, sir.’

Customer: ‘It’s on the sign there. “Satay… with fries sauce.”‘

Me: ‘That would be irregular, sir, but you might be right. I’ll check. One moment, please.’

(I walk over to my colleague at the warm buffet, who confirms my stance. While doing that I can clearly read the sign. It says: “SATAY, with fries + sauce”.)

Me: ‘I’m sorry, sir. It says “with fries and sauce”, with which we mean the satay sauce. Sorry about the misunderstanding.’

Customer: (Pays, mumblins something about swindling.)