I’m interning at a rental company for sound and light equipment but lets say i’m not having a good time there. The two other interns there have repeatedly called me fat cow and lazy pig, i’m left alone in the shop regularly (which is illigal), asked to work 12+ hours with no notice up front (again illigal) and barely get any info on what to do. If I happen to now know something (i’m here to learn, am I?) i’m called stupid to my face. It all ended with an argument with my supervisor, in which I asked him “Do I still have the right to stand up for myself or what?” to which he replied “No you don’t, and if you don’t like it you can f*** off.” In response I did indeed f*** off.
But that supervisor wasn’t even my boss. The owner was. He was on vacation when the fight happened and when he got back, he summoned me to his office. In the mean time I had found another place to finish my internship at the other side of the country, near where my (now ex) BF lived. I make the two hour travel to see what he has to say and try to finish things in a proper way for myself too.
Sidenote: I have a past of trying new college majors for several times, and due to private circumstances, mostly failed those attempts. It’s in my resumé as well, hence the owner knows about it.

owner: “Well now that you are here, lets bring (supervisor) in to hear his part of the story. According to him you just left with no reason.”

me: “I’m didn’t travel two hours by train all the way here for a who-said-what argument, so no, please let him out of this. And since he has been your trusted employee for year anyway, i’m sure you believe his side no matter what I say. But I told you I didn’t leave just like that. I left because I felt I was treated like scum, and I don’t have to take that.”

Owner: *condensedingly* “I hate your attitude! No wonder you failed miserably at all those other majors. I’m not surprised you get spat out everywhere you go!”

me: *furious* “I don’t think you have the right to talk about me like that! That’s attacking me at a personal level, and I DO NOT tolerate that! What happened in my past is none of your bussiness and I can’t understand the nerve you have even mentioning it. And honestly, I’m going to do my best to make sure no student of my school is interning here ever again! They deserve better.”

I left his office and thought that was the end of it. I get a call from my class mentor who wants to have a talk.
My mentor was a teacher from the first year and I really liked him before, he was one of the best teachers I ever had. Up till the following event:

Mentor: “(owner) has called me and told me that you said to him that you are going to ensure that no one from this school will ever intern at his company ever again. Did you indeed say that?”

me: “Yes I did. I don’t want anyone to go trough what I have been over there.”

Mentor’s demeanor went from calm to absolutely raged within seconds. He starts screaming rather than talking.

mentor: “You had ZERO right to make that claim! Who do you think you are! I’m so mad at you! You are making us lose valuable contacts!”

I don’t do well with men screaming at me, lets put that up front. I’m stunned and near tears. I manage to compose myself enough to explain myself.

me: “Believe me, you didn’t want that guy as a contact. He berated me with every chance he got and, talking about thingsIi should have not said: I can name a few things that HE better shouldn’t have said. I stood up for myself.”

mentor: “I don’t care what he said or didn’t. YOU should have known your place! You don’t talk like that to someone higher in rank than you!”

me: “HE shouldn’t have treated me like scum. He gives me sh*t, he can expect sh*t back!”

This went back and forth – not only that day, but for the remainder of the school year. My mentor – once a very caring and supportive teacher – now deemed me ”too unruly to work with.” He went so far to try to get me off the school program. Luckily the school’s confidential advisor, the administrations lady and the school’s technical assisant who I interned under the year after – those three for crying out loud – made every effort to make me stay. I owe them a lot – contrary to the mentor who lost my respect for good.

One of the first things I do in the morning upon arriving at my desk is to check my voicemail. I get the voicemail for the entire building, being the concierge, so it’s important that I check it asap. This morning, there are only two messages – the low end of what I normally get. The first one is a doctor wanting a call back about a resident. I pass that on and play the second one.

Ohhhh, the second one. A family member of a resident is calling to inform us that his mother has an early morning appointment. Our machine doesn’t have an automatic date stamp and this isn’t a message from yesterday because I would have gotten it. He doesn’t say the date or time of the appointment. He only says that he has had trouble in the past getting in the building before 8:00 in the morning, which is when I start my shift and unlock the doors.

So I write down his name and number and call the nurse supervisor up to the desk to ask her if she knows about the appointment. She gives me this look and says “Yep. That was for THIS MORNING. He was here at 7:30AM having a royal s*** fit at the front door because he couldn’t get in. I asked him when he scheduled the appointment…last week.” She basically has a small temper tantrum and I’m busy face-palming.

If you’ve had an appointment for your mother for the PAST WEEK and have had trouble in the past getting in at that time, don’t you think letting us know about the appointment a little MORE than a HALF HOUR before the d*** thing would be a good idea? Especially in a way other than leaving a message on a voicemail at a desk that isn’t staffed until AFTER THE G***** APPOINTMENT?! I don’t know,maybe try calling the day before? So someone will let your dumb a** in the building?! Or maybe schedule it at a different time? His mother has lived here for over a year. We are a locked facility and it’s always been procedure to not have someone at the desk before 8:00 in the morning, so it’s not like he didn’t know what time the doors would open. G******, some people are so dumb.

I am from a little town in Mexico and before I came here I lived in my grand mother’s house with my sister and her two children. We didn’t get along well but we managed and we had some good times. When I first came here I used to call her often, now we can’t stand each other but I do keep some good memories and this is one of them.
One of the many times I called her we talked for a bit and then…
Sister: (my name), I got to use the restroom.
Me:Don’t worry, I’ll wait.
Sister: *opens one door a bit loud* Oh (aunt) got a wireless phone.
Me: (sister) Stop! I dont want to go with you! stop!
*I can hear her run and open the restroom door loud, it is a metal door and it has an old lock so it is quite loud. I just keep yelling at her to stop*
Sister: *As she closes the door and with a serial killer’s voice* Too late.
(She tried to keep the conversation but all I could do was laugh. I heard everything, the zipper, her pants going down, how she peed, the paper roll, zipper again and door openning again)
Me: Wait! You didnt washed your hands!
Sister: And I already touched the phone ewww!
Me: eww why! I feel dirty now! Sister:*laughs but goes back and I hear the water, soap, and water* Better?
Me: Yes, that’s better!
I heard my grand ma laugh when she came out of the restroom with the phone on her hands.
I truly love her to death and I it makes me sad that we can’t joke like that anymore

I work for a Housing Company. We’ve signed a new contract with a tennent and everything passes inspection. However, when the tennent let’s the cable company come by, it turns out a vital data cable (coax) is missing. My coworker handles the call.

Coworker: That is odd, miss. That never happened before. I will have to look into this and you’ll be called back.

Lady: But I want to watch TV!

Coworker: I understand, miss, but I actually don’t know what to do about this. I will let one of the [head of repair services] call you back about this.

We all know this means we will have to put back the cable, but only one of the [head of repair services] can start such an order. We’ll also have to investigate what happened to the missing cable. Only a day later, the lady is already called back.

Coworker: Thank you for your patience, but I’d like to make an appointment to put back the cable for you.

Lady: Oh, that’s not needed. I asked the cable company to do that.

Coworker: Oh… eh… all right, then.

Lady: So, where can I send the bill?

Coworker: The bill?

Lady: Yes, the cable company charged me [amount]. I want that money back.

Coworker: I’m sorry, miss, we can’t reimburse that. This is something you decided on your own, without consulting us first.

Lady: But I wanted to watch TV!

Coworker: I understand, but we were working on a solution for you. We can’t reimburse you.

Lady: You weren’t clear about that!

Coworker: I said that I would look into it and you would be called back.

Lady: That was taking too long! And how was I supposed to know what that means!?

Coworker: I clearly said you would be called back.

Lady: I will file a complaint about this and about you! I want this money back!

This is how the case ended up with me. I listened to the recorded calls and even asked a second opinion. With great pleasure I turned down the lady’s claim and mentioned that when someone, no matter the company they work with, says you’ll be called back about something, it means the answer is not definitive and if you act on your own, costs will be for yourself as well. She is most welcome to file a claim in our national special ‘small claims court’, but considering the clear recordings… I give her little chance.

(A customer just asked me to slice them a pound of plain turkey, but decided they didn’t want it. I put it in the cold case to deal with later. This exchange happens about 20 minutes after that.)

Customer: “Can I do a pound of oven roasted turkey?”

Me: “All righty.”

(I reach into the cold case and pull out the package of turkey I sliced earlier.)

Me: “One pound of oven roasted turkey. Here you go.”

Customer: “What’s that? You didn’t slice that.”

Me: “I sliced this for another customer about 20 minutes ago, but they decided they didn’t want it.”

Customer: “Oh, so you’ll slice for them, but you won’t slice for me? What, you think that person’s better than me?!”

Me: *smiling* “Not at all, sir. I just thought this would save you some time.”

Customer: “They’re not better than me! I make [amount] a year!”

Me: *smiling wider* “I’d be delighted to slice you some fresh.”

(He takes a step forward so his body presses right against the meat window and leans forward at me.)

Customer: “You probably believe in that bleeding heart claptrap about all men being created equal or whatever. Well, let me tell you something, MEAT GUY: some people are created superior to everyone else!”

Me: *smiling with teeth showing* “So that’ll be one pound of turkey then?”

Customer: “F*** you!”

(He snatches the package of meat out of my hand, throws it on the ground so hard it bursts open, and stomps on it before walking away.)