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Unfiltered Story #56609

Unfiltered | October 11, 2015

(I really like green olives, so whenever I get a sandwich I ask for extra. Usually this is no problem. Today, however…)

Me: I’d like lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, and green olives, please.

Worker: *puts them on the sandwich*

Me: Can I have a bit more olives?

Worker: They’re already on the sandwich.

Me: Yes, but can I have a bit more?

Worker: *looks confused. Picks up pickles*

Me: No, no pickles please, I-

Worker: *puts pickles on the sandwich*

Me: No, I don’t want pickles, I just wanted more olives.

Worker: Oh. *fixes it* Anything else?

Me: No thank you.

(To be fair, it was fairly busy, but still!)

Unfiltered Story #66970

Unfiltered | October 11, 2015

(I’m working at a Haunted House selling the tickets up front. The manager put me in charge because he had to make a change run. A young woman with her child, who looks like he might be 5 years old and the mom who looks like she could be 20, is next in line. We have a rule where no child under 7 is allowed inside, signs are put on the door entrance and on the ticket desk that say this. She puts her money on the table and asks for 2 tickets.)

Me: Ma’am, we cannot allow children under the age of 7 to enter the haunted house.

Customer: He’s fine. Don’t worry about it,

Me: No, that’s the rule, nobody under 7.

Customer: FINE, HE’S 7!

(It’s already been a long day and I really don’t want to get into it, so I just give her the tickets after taking her money. She snatches the tickets and drags her son to the attraction. The walk in the haunted house usually takes about 5 minutes. After about 2 minutes, I hear a child scream and cry very loudly in the house. Shortly after, I see the same lady, carrying her son, out through the entrance rushing towards me.)

Customer: What the f*** is wrong with you people! You made my f****** kid cry in there! I want my money back and I’m going to sue this g****** place for traumatizing a four-year-old!

(At this point, her ignorance broke through my tolerance level)

Me: Lady, I told you nobody under seven years old! You even said he was seven! If anything, I can call CPS on YOU for dragging a four-year-old in there!

Customer: Stupid B****! How dare you talk to me like that! Where is your manager? I bet your tone will change once I tell them you’re threatening me!

Me: My manger is not here. Right now, I’m in charge. I’m not gonna argue on a issue that is clearly your fault. So get out, or I can get security to drag you out!

(After a few minutes of calling me names and screeching about how she is going to bring her baby-daddy to “f*** me up”, Our security guard finally comes out of the office after watching the cameras and proceeds to escort her out)

Unfiltered Story #56608

Unfiltered | October 10, 2015

At the time of this happening, I had been working 80% position (32 hours a week) for 3 years, and some months prior I had asked for it to be raised to 100% (40 hours/week) but been denied on the grounds that they could not “make that kind of commitment right now”. So I decided to use part of my time to attend a university course, and since I didn’t always know where I stood with my boss, I went first to the director to make sure it was okay for me to be away for an afternoon every week. The director assured me that as long as I turned in my weekly hours during the daytime, it was entirely up to me to decide how I chose to spend my free time.

Early in September, entering my boss’s office:

Me: Hi [boss], I wanted to let you know that I signed up for a course at the university, which is taught on Mondays, and since I only work 32 hours a week, I will be out of office after 1 o’clock on Monday afternoons this semester. I already spoke to [director] and he said there was no problem with that. I just wanted to let you know, so people in [our small division] would not be booking meetings after 1 o’clock on Mondays, unless absolutely necessary. In that case, I could skip class.

Boss: Oh…? Okay, so you’ll be off on Mondays after 1 o’clock. For how long? How many weeks?

Me: …uh… Until December…

Boss: Until December?! But how will you manage that?!

Me: Well, if I arrive between 8:30 and 9 in the mornings [as I had been doing], and leave at 4 o’clock [as I had also been doing], and work until 1 o’clock on Mondays, then that is about 34 hours a week…

Boss: *blank look*

Me: … which is more than 32 hours?

Boss: But we have [project] going on, which is very big as you know, and all the smaller regular ones… It’s going to be quite difficult if you plan to be away every Monday afternoon.

Me: …yeah…? …Uhm, are there any plans of increasing my work percentage, or…?

Boss (half laughing): No, no, there’s no money for that! But it’s all about the presence, your availability!

Me: … uh… okay…?

Then I sort of backed out of her office, not really understanding how she could justify asking me to be available for 36-38 hours a week, while only getting paid for 32.

The pun? The morning after she called me into her office, asking me to give her a plan on the hours I intended to be in the office – since I didn’t work full 40 hours – so that she and other coworkers would know about my availability.

I was so surprised that she didn’t seem to recall the information I had given her day before, I just said “sure” and walked out.

Unfiltered Story #66969

Unfiltered | October 10, 2015

I’m an optician working in a large warehouse store. Since glasses and contacts are medical devices, some insurance companies will cover the cost of them, but we don’t have contracts with every provider for direct billing.

Customer: I just have a quick question.

Me: Yes, sir?

Customer: Do you take my insurance here?

Me: Who’s your vision care provider, sir?

Customer: I don’t know.

Me: Okay, how about your medical provider?

Customer: I don’t know.

Me: Okay, is the insurance through your employer or your wife’s employer perhaps?

Customer: I don’t know.

A beat or two passes between us.

Me: Okay… with respect sir, if you don’t know, how am I supposed to know?

Customer: Maybe I should go call my wife…

Me: Yes, please sir. I need at least something to go off of.

The man never came back with any more info or questions. My coworkers were all baffled, but sadly we’ve all had exchanges like that.

Unfiltered Story #27882

Unfiltered | October 10, 2015

(I was walking in between classes when another student, who is a rather large man, approaches me with his hands in his pockets.)

Man: *Speaking in third person* “The man suddenly threw confetti at the woman. HUFOOSH!” *throws up his empty hands at me*

Me: *I instinctively recoil* JESUS! …Wait what?

Man: “But there was no confetti in sight!” *Leaves*

Me: *Stands there in confusion about what just happened.*