Unfiltered Story #56720

USA | Unfiltered | February 4, 2016

Note: I work 8 hours a day, 5 days a week and possibly an extra six hours on Saturday to keep up with production.

(A few weeks back)

Higher-up Manager: Can you stay an extra hour today?

Me: Ye-

Higher-up Manager: (interrupting) I need you to work an extra hour every day for now on.

Me: Everyday?

Higher-up Manager: Everyday.

Side-note: So I worked 45 hours during the work-week and Saturday put me over to 51 hours. The overtime was great, but I was exhausted when it came to Sunday.

As I was getting close to the end of my nine hour shift, my direct manager (a different one) came up to me.

Direct Manager: We didn’t need you for overtime…

Me: But (Higher-up Manager’s Name) said she wanted me to work nine hours for now on.

Direct Manager: Oh, she probably just meant it for that time period.

For me, I took the words “for now on” to be everyday and wasn’t aware that she wanted me to go back to eight hours instead of nine in a shift. I left work that day feeling like an idiot because my whole team heard. I just wish there was more communication in that place.

Unfiltered Story #47696

Edmonton, Alberta, Canada | Unfiltered | February 4, 2016

(Everyone who knows me know that when i get into something, it consumes me, often to the detriment of other responsibilities and people. My husband is very understanding. I’ve just discovered the joy of digging up weeds by their roots and am tackling the mess of dandelions in the front yard. His mother calls him.)

Husband: She’s doing great. Pulling dandelions right now, she seems to be enjoying herself.

His mom: Can she come over and do mine?

Me: *gleefully, holding up a dandelion with a complete, 8-inch taproot* Hey honey, look at this one!

Husband: *resignedly* No, sorry mom. She’s having faar too much fun doing ours.

Unfiltered Story #32266

Germany | Unfiltered | February 3, 2016

(We are talking about the book we’re reading in school. One of the main characters is a Vietnam veteran who got suspended from his job as a teacher because of a misunderstanding.)

Student: “If he told them about his time in Vietnam, they could’ve helped him. The school could have offered him an alternative, for example a class without Asians.”

Unfiltered Story #67085

Quebec, Canada | Unfiltered | February 3, 2016

(I am cashier at a gas station that also happens to be a garage. It’s the third of January, a Friday, and the gas station is open, but the garage is closed due to the holidays. There being only one cashier per shift, I have to deal with garage costumers that leave their car for repair, phone calls and the cash register. It’s about noon, which is usually the rush hour, when the phone rings.)

Me: “[Garage name], hello!]”

Caller: “Hi, can I speak to [Boss’s name]?”

Me: “I’m sorry to tell you, but he isn’t here today. The garage is closed.”

Caller: “I really need to talk to him. I have an appointment on Monday that I can’t attend due to some medical issues”

Me: “Would like me to leave him a message?”

(I proceed to take his phone number and his name and write them down on a piece of paper for my boss to see when he comes in. Since the gas station is always closed on the weekends, he will only see the note on Monday.)

Me: “Alright, my boss will call you back on Monday.”

Caller: “No, this isn’t right.”

Me: “What is it?”

Caller: “I need him to call me now.”

Me: “But he isn’t here today. And won’t be here on the weekend either.”

Caller: *impatient* “But I need to speak to him, now!”

Me:”Y- You want me to call him on his home number?”

Caller: “Yes!”

Me: “…hem, may I ask what you need to tell him? Maybe I can help you.”

Caller: “I can’t go to my appointment on Monday.”

Me: “Would you like me to just move it?”

Caller: “Oh, you can?”

Me: “Sure! Just give me a minute! I’ll be right back.”

Caller: “Ok.”

(I put the call on hold since I see two costumers at the counter, ready to pay for the gas. My priority being the gas station, I have to leave the phone for a few minutes. I hurry back to the phone as the last costumer leaves. But when I speak again, the caller lets out a loud swear and I can hear his hand slam a table. Shocked, I feel my eyes getting watery and my voice, shaky.)

Me: “I’m…I’m so sorry…what did I do?”


Me: “I’m very sorry, sir. I had to leave to run the cash register. I thought I told you I would be back before I put you on hold. You see, it is also a gas station here and I’m the only cashier, so I have to work both the phone and register. I’m very sorry”

Caller: *calmer* “Oh ok. I didn’t know.”

Me: “It’s nothing.”

Caller: “I’m sorry for being rude, I have huge medical issues. I have a lot of medical appointments to the hospital next week and it f**** everything up. You don’t know how stressful my life is right now.”

Me: “My life is stressful too, sir. I understand. Not exactly your situation, but I understand. Don’t worry about that.”

Caller: “I’m sorry.”

Me: “It’s already forgiven.”

(I then proceed to move his appointment to the next Thursday and all anger has disappeared from the caller’s voice. He apologizes again a few times and I reassure him that I wasn’t offended, simply surprised by the outburst. We end the call wishing each other a Happy New Year and more importantly wishing for health.)

Unfiltered Story #27997

Indiana | Unfiltered | February 3, 2016

(There is a friend of mine from high school who, over the years, has become notorious for contacting the people in our old friend group only when he needs/wants something. I thought this little gem of a text conversation was hilarious. Note, we hadn’t spoken in at least six months before this. I’ve also lost about 30 lbs since he’s last actually seen me in person.)

Friend: [My name], you look fantastic!

Me: Aww, thank you [friend].

Friend: No, this is the part where you say, “Aww, you too!” 😛 How are you, dork?

(We were texting! How would I know what he looks like??? LOL)

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