No Longer Babying Him

| USA | Working | May 25, 2017

(In my previous job I was one of the only married people in the office. I worked there from ages 25-28. They had a tendency to hire a lot of fresh-out-of-college kids to save on costs. It was part of my job to train people on a certain program we used for client management. I’m training a new batch of employees, all recent college grads, and there’s one guy in particular who is a little doe-eyed about being out in the adult world. After work he will often ask me or the other few married people questions about our experiences with buying a house, getting married, etc. and I don’t mind talking with him because he seems genuinely interested. But sometimes he doesn’t think before asking certain questions.)

Coworker: *walking out of the office one day* “[My Name], how long have you been married again?”

Me: “Almost three years.”

Coworker: “So I guess kids are next, huh?”

(At first I didn’t reply, because even though we love kids my husband and I have decided not to have children of our own. I don’t mind telling people this, but it can be awkward sometimes.)

Coworker: *oblivious* “I mean, I’m not married yet, but I can’t wait to have kids!”

Me: “That’s nice.”

Coworker: “How many do you want to have?”

Me: *sigh* “None.”

Coworker: *actually stops walking and stares like I’ve just told him I secretly worship at the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster* “What?! But… but all women want to have babies!”

Me: *thinking* “And you know this because you’re secretly a woman?” *saying* “No, actually, some women don’t. It doesn’t mean we don’t like children; we just don’t want any of our own. I’d like to change the subject now, [Coworker]. This is a pretty personal topic.”

Coworker: “Aw, come on! You don’t really mean that!”

Me: *getting annoyed* “Yes, I do. Look, I have to go…”

Coworker: “But WHY?”

Me: *whether he is being intentionally rude or not, I’ve had enough* “Because I don’t feel like growing another human being in my uterus!”

Coworker: *stunned, he walks away and doesn’t speak to me outside of work for over a week*

(In hindsight, I know I probably should have been more tactful since we were standing in the office parking lot, but after that he seemed to think a little more before asking personal questions. So, you know, win-win.)

Rated PG-30

| England, UK | Working | May 25, 2017

(I’ve picked up some odds and ends and go to pay.)

Cashier: “Do you have ID?”

Me: *looking at my purchases* “What for?”

Cashier: “The film.”

Me: “It’s a 12 rating!”

Cashier: *looks at the DVD, back to me, a 30-year-old man, then back to the DVD* “Yeah, I think I can let you go this time.”

Me: “Thanks?”

Blinded By Their Prejudice

| IL, USA | Working | May 25, 2017

(My beloved car that my husband and I share is dying, and my parents are looking to upgrade. We all go car shopping together. My father is with us, and is a rather obviously blind man with a guide dog.)

Salesman #1: “So, what can I do for you folks?”

Mom: “Well, we were thinking of getting a Mercedes SUV. And my daughter is looking to replace her car with something affordable. So you can either show them a car they like in their price range, or convince me and my husband to buy the new SUV and sell my daughter our old car.”

Salesman #1: *laughs* “Let me get someone who specializes in what you need.”

(Ten minutes pass.)

Salesman #2: “So, I hear you two kids are looking for an economy car?”

Mom: “Or, you could sell me a brand new Mercedes…”

(Salesman #2 looks at her strangely, then proceeds to show me and my husband the cheapest used car on the lot. After we say a few times that we were looking for something a little nicer, the salesman wanders off, never to return. As the four of us leave, we happen to pass the salesman who first helped us, sitting in his office.)

Salesman #1: “Did you folks find what you wanted?”

Mom: “Well, no… You guys never showed us the high-end SUV we were looking for.”

Me: “And I was only shown the one cheapest car on the lot. I was looking for something affordable, but…”

Salesman #1: “Look, we aren’t going to be able to do financing for anything more that that for folks in your situation.”

Me: “Our situation?”

Salesman #1: “If a bank isn’t going to approve a loan, we can’t show you—”

Me: “Why do you think a bank wouldn’t approve a loan?”

Mom: “You didn’t even ask us anything?”

Salesman #1: “Well, for folks on disability benefits…”

(My dad, who is not much of a talker, finally pipes up.)

Dad: “What, you think my daughter is disabled?”

(The salesman looked at him, confused. He continued to look confused as we left. I don’t think it ever occurred to him that blind people can have jobs — and so can their offspring!)

The Depths They Go To

| Sheffield, South Yorkshire, UK | Working | May 25, 2017

(I am working data entry for a utilities company contracted for gas works by the British National Grid. I get data sheets from the contractors to enter into the computer system. The sheets, among other things, give the length, width, and depth of the hole they have dug to reach the gas supply. When I’ve entered the first three on a sheet I notice that every time, instead of the depth, the contractor has given the surface area (length x width). Seeing that it’s the same on all of them I ask my supervisor what to do.)

Supervisor: “No, we don’t record surface area.”

Me: “That’s my point. Look here; what they’ve given as depth is surface area.”

Supervisor: “It’s a coincidence. Just enter the data.”

Me: “But they’re all the same; surface area, not depth.”

Supervisor: “The data is correct. You don’t need to think about it. Just enter it.”

Me: “But here it says the hole was 7m deep.”

Supervisor: “Well, obviously that should be 0.7m. They missed a decimal place out. Correct that. But you really don’t need to think about the data. Just enter it into the system.”

(I went back to my desk and entered the data as instructed, then over lunch I started searching for another job. Not even paying for my Masters degree was worth been basically told ‘we don’t pay you to think.’)

We Eat People Like You For Breakfast

| USA | Working | May 25, 2017

(Our hotel offers both free breakfast and dinner, and so we have a breakfast supervisor and a dinner supervisor. One day, during breakfast, the dinner supervisor calls on the phone.)

Dinner Supervisor: “I need to speak with the breakfast supervisor.”

Me: “Okay, I’ll transfer you over there.”

Dinner Supervisor: “Okay, thanks.”

(The call gets transferred but no one picks up. Breakfast is in full swing. The call kicks back to me.)

Dinner Supervisor: “No one picked up! What are they DOING over there? Probably sitting on their lazy a** doing their nails!”

Me: “Actually, we are sold out and they are extremely busy and–”

Dinner Supervisor: *scoffs* “‘Extremely’? Pfft! Yeah right! I went over there in the morning once and it was soooo slow. If you want to see busy, you should see dinner time, baby!”

Me: “Well, maybe we weren’t sold out when you visited.”

(She ignores that and again asks that I go over there, find, and pull the breakfast supervisor to the phone physically. I manage to do so, and she is out of breath from running around so hard, and sweaty. They speak and hang up, and the breakfast supervisor rolls her eyes, and goes back into the fray. A few minutes later after that, the dinner supervisor arrives in person. She looks over at the loud, bustling dining room.)

Dinner Supervisor: *very bemused* “Huh, I guess it IS busy! Who knew… Strange… I came here just last week in the morning and it wasn’t!”

Me: “Because we didn’t have a lot of customers, maybe?”

(The wheels in her head finally turned as she realized, then she nodded once and walked off. Never again did she bother the breakfast crew in the mornings or call them lazy. Sad to say that she’s been working here for 10 years and never thought about anyone else working hard.)

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