I have had the same cell phone number for ten years, and before that it belonged to my mom. At no point has anyone named Adrian been associated with this number. No problems, until a couple of years ago, when there was a voicemail from an unknown number:

“Hi Adrian, it’s Sally from [delivery company]. You didn’t show up for your shift and I wanted to check you are okay. Give me a call back.”

Because it is an unknown number, and Sally never gave me the UPS number, I can’t call back. For some reason, every time Sally calls, I miss it and get a voicemail.

“Hi Adrian, it’s Sally from [delivery company]. It has been a few days now. If you don’t respond by the end of the day, I will consider this you abandoning your job and we will terminate your contract. Please call us back.”

“Hi Adrian, it’s Sally from [delivery company]. Please come in to the depot to return your uniform.”

“Adrian, it’s Sally. We need your uniform or you will not get your deposit back. Come in soon.”

On and on, FOR THREE MONTHS. I was losing my mind. Finally, I managed to catch the phone in time.
Sally: Hi, is Adrian there?
Me: Listen to me. There is no Adrian here. Never has been. You have been calling the wrong number and I had no way to actually reach you, because it comes up as unlisted. There is NO ADRIAN here, he gave you the wrong number!
Sally: Oh, okay thanks so much!!

The easiest possibility is he used the wrong number on his paperwork. But I like to believe there is an alternate dimension where that is his number, and he is fielding calls from people looking for me!

I work at a fast food chain known for its burgers. Most of my coworkers are usually great, however, there is one that stands out. I work both the register and the kitchen, and today I was up front on the register, while trying to do my nightly cleaning projects at the same time. This coworker thinks she’s the best out of all of us, even though most of us have been here for 2 years or more, while she’s been here for roughly two months. She also thinks she has the authority of a manager. She absolutely sucks at her job. Just saying.

One Saturday night, I was doing a 4pm-12am shift, which is when we close. These couple of exchanges take place:

Exchange #1:

I am doing my usual cleaning projects to prepare for closing. I am wearing a headset so I can hear everything going on. A few cars come, but my coworker does not tell me that she needs help, so I assume she’s fine. A few minutes later, a single car comes, the only car in the drive thru at the time, and asks for a 4 piece nugget kids meal. Simple order. I go back to doing my dishes and I hear this:

Coworker: Can you come up and help me?

I sigh as I turn off the faucet and go up to the front to bag the order that she absolutely needs no help with. As I hand the bag to her, I warn her:

Me: My hands are a little wet, so the bag might be wet on the bottom as well.

This exchange will become very relevant as the story goes on.

Exchange #2:

I am actually up front during this one, stocking sauces and taking orders. I hear one of my other coworkers say this:

Coworker #2: Coworker, aren’t you going to go take that?

Note that I am currently talking to the customer she is talking about, and, the previous coworker, has been talking over me on the headset when I’ve been trying to take orders all night.

Exchange #3:

I was again up front doing my job while she was in the back making doughnuts out of buns (our food waste is already exceptionally high and the GM is not happy, might I add). She also kept taking my shake sauces and not bringing them back.

Here’s where that first exchange actually means something:
I left work, did a good close and drove my fellow closer home. I was made aware of a note that was left about me (we had a fill in manager that night, who swore up and down she didn’t write it). It was wildly inaccurate and just overall was evident that the author was trying to make me look bad. The first exchange was included, which happened to occur when the fill in manager was outside on a smoke break. My fellow closer saw the note and told me that she said there was absolutely no way that this was what happened (she was silently watching because she knew I had trouble with this coworker), and told the GM the truth. The GM talked to the fill in manager and found out that she didn’t write the note. My COWORKER had written the note, posing as a manager. Miraculously, she still works at the same location, but she gets 5 hours a week, while I get max hours, which I haven’t had in a long time. Guess I won that battle!

I occasionally volunteer as a food runner at a concert arena to help raise money for my school. Several other students do this, so most nights I get to work with my classmates.
This night, a recent graduate from our school is working in the kitchen to help assemble orders. A really big order comes through and we start preparing the tray. While we’re waiting on the last dish of the order, I pick up the tray to test the weight and balance while my classmate tells me where in the venue it’s going.
Out of nowhere, the graduate completely flips out. He begins yelling at my classmate for trying to send the order out before it was ready. Neither me nor my classmate had even made a move to leave. He continues to berate my classmate loudly until the last dish was ready and we could finally leave. He never said a single word to me during the entire exchange. Luckily, we were soon moved to another area where they needed more runners, so we didn’t have to deal with that guy again for the rest of the night.
We were both pretty glad the guy didn’t go to our school anymore, but I pity whoever has to work with him now.

I was 16 and a new driver of an old orange Datsun (that my dad painted orange to keep tabs on me in our small community) I returned to my parked car after doing some shopping to find one of my tires flat. Not quite knowing what to do but wanting to figure it out myself, I popped the trunk and got out the jack, spare and wrench thingie. I tried to get the nuts off but they were stuck..couldnt move them at all. I decided to call the service station just down the road, going back to the mall since there were no cell phones back then to find a pay phone. Looked the number up in the phone book and a gruff guy answered the phone. I told him I was at the mall around the corner and had a flat tire. He asked me what was wrong with the tire and I confidently told him that ” it won’t hold air”…… silence..So I continued to tell him that I had a spare and was going to change it myself but I couldn’t get the love nuts off…He was still laughing when he pulled up in the wrecker to help me get the LUG nuts off

All day long my manager was crying, hysterical, and constantly going outside to make phone calls because his boyfriend was throwing his stuff out of their house. Anyway, so while my manager is outside I hear yelling at the back of the store these two old guys were screaming over bread. One of the older men come up to my register with beer.
Me: can I get your i.d. please.
Customer: are you that dumb, I’m clearly old enough to buy f*ing beer.
Me: we have to i.d. no matter what for alcohol and tobacco.
Customer: fine I’m sure you will have something to say about this.
He then pulls out an old prison inmate i.d.
Me: I can’t take this. Do you have any other i.d.?
Customer: the hell you mean its government issued
Me: I try and explain why it can’t be accepted.
Customer: you are just a stupid f*ing b*tch. I’m gunna call (another stores manager) and get you fired
He then shoved the beer across the counter at me. So I stepped back and he reached over the counter at me
Me: get out of my store. Get the f*ck out of my store
Customer: you can’t sell me my beer cuz your a dumba** and your are gunna kick me out.
Me: you can leave or I can call the cops.
He took off faster than I would have thought possible.
That was only my third day.