This Salon Has Very Bad Reception

, , , , | Working | October 21, 2018

(I am a client at a very busy hair salon. They never take walk-ins and usually there is a four- to six-week wait for appointments. Since they are amazing at their narrow specialty — and the only ones around in this particular specialty — I am always willing to wait for an appointment. They have just hired a new receptionist, and she knows none of the clients.)

Receptionist: “Hi, welcome to [Salon]. You’re [Other Client], right?”

Me: “No, I’m—”

Receptionist: “Sorry, we don’t take walk-ins. I can schedule you for sometime next month.”

Me: “I don’t need an appointment. I just need—”

Receptionist: “Look. We aren’t like those cheap places where you just walk in, sit down, and wait. We are professional specialists and—”

(The salon owner notices what she’s saying and rushes to the front.)

Owner: “Stop! That’s not how we speak to clients.”

Receptionist: “But she doesn’t have an appointment!”

Owner: “So, we ask why she’s here.” *turns to me* “Sorry, [My Name]. She’s new, and I guess the training isn’t going as well as I thought. What’s up?”

Me: “I was just stopping to buy some shampoo and some travel sizes before my trip.”

(The owner apologizes to the client she has in the chair and personally rings up my purchases. All the while, the receptionist is fuming and muttering under her breath about needing an appointment. A month later I come back for an appointment and there’s no receptionist.)

Me: “What happened to the new receptionist?”

Owner: “I had to let her go. I found out you weren’t the first person she yelled at about appointments. She sent two other people away without letting them buy their products because they didn’t have an appointment. She insisted they needed an appointment to buy shampoo and conditioner.”

Might Need A New Nanny To Watch Their Privilege

, , , , , , | Working | October 20, 2018

(I was just hired with this company. The chief information officer, department lead, and a couple of teammates invite me to lunch. I am sitting there listening to the CIO grumble about his home life.)

CIO: “Yeah, my wife is complaining that we need to hire another nanny for the kids.”

Boss: “Uh… don’t you already have a nanny?”

CIO: “Yes, we have two nannies. But one is the nighttime nanny and the other is the daytime nanny, and sometimes the kids have different activities going on.”

Boss: “Uh, don’t you have like… two kids?”

CIO: “Yeah?”

Boss: “And, um, your wife is still a stay-at-home mother, right?”

CIO: “Yes?”

Boss: *blink*

CIO: “Oh, well, my wife has to go to parent meetings, and shopping, and she has a few groups… and…”

(It’s still not sinking in to the CIO what an elitist a**hole he’s being yet.)

Me: “Gosh, it must be so nice to have three nannies and have all those activities! Me, I have been raising two kids by myself the last ten years, and I work eighty hours a week… Sure wish I could afford a nanny!”

(Everyone else at the table stares at me aghast.)

CIO: “Uh, yeah… um… so…. How about [project at work]?”

(After we get back to the office, my boss says:)

Boss: “OH, MY GOD, that was the best thing I’ve ever seen. I’m still not sure the CIO got what a snob he was being, but he at least looked embarrassed for the first time ever. Good work!”

Dodged An Interview, And A Bullet

, , , , , | Working | October 19, 2018

(I am looking for a job and decide to try applying at a locally-owned store. Several days after dropping my resume off, I go to check and see if it has been processed yet. I am immediately directed to the office of the owner, who turns out to be in a meeting. I am told to sit and wait, but after 45 minutes I leave, telling the secretary that I will return the next day as I have other things on my schedule I can’t put off. Upon returning, I am again instructed to go to the owner’s office. He proceeds to go into an apoplectic rant about how I “couldn’t wait five minutes despite feeling entitled to barge right in,” along with some talking about how he would have given me an interview “had I had any patience at all.” Since it is obvious I’m not getting the job, anyway, and since by now I am actually feeling relief that I won’t have to work for such an individual, I decide to go ahead and say things one doesn’t normally say in a job interview.)

Me: “I came here yesterday to see if my resume had been processed. The only reason I entered your office yesterday was because that was where I was told to go by your secretary. I was not informed you were occupied at the time, nor did I leave ‘without saying a word.’ But frankly, I’m glad things turned out the way they did, because with the attitude you’ve displayed, working here would obviously be a mistake.”

(I left him sputtering in indignation as I walked out the door.)

Not Going To Give Them Any Credit

, , , , , | Working | October 19, 2018

(I have just turned eighteen, and I am out in a mall department store when a couple of sales people walk up to me with a large box of makeup and skincare samples.)

Sales #1: “Hi there! Would you be interested in signing up for a [Store] rewards card?”

Me: “Not really. I don’t shop here much.”

Sales #2: “Are you sure? If you sign up for this rewards card, you get this box of samples for free now!”

(I spot a couple things I wouldn’t mind trying in the box, and figure there’s no harm in getting it.)

Me: “Well, okay. Just to clarify, though, this isn’t a credit card, right?”

Sales #1: “Oh, no no no! Just a rewards card.”

(I start signing up. The pin pad screen then asks for my drivers’ license.)

Me: “Hold on. This isn’t a credit card, is it?”

Sales #2: “No, no, just rewards. It’s just easier to get information from your license than from asking you to spell everything out.”

(I keep going. The PIN pad then asks for my social security number.)

Me: “I’m just making totally sure; I am not signing up for a credit card, am I?”

Sales #1: “No, don’t worry! It’s not a credit card.”

(I finish the application.)

Sales #2: “Okay, you’ll find out whether you got the card in seven to ten business days. Thank you so much!”

(She bags the sample box and hands it to me with a big grin, and I continue on my way. A week later, an envelope from [Store] credit services arrives at my house.)

Me: “What the h***?”

(I opened and read it, and found out that I had been approved for the [Store] credit card, and the card itself was enclosed. I immediately called the number on the letter and cancelled the card. I really wish I had thought to call the store and complain about those dishonest sales clerks.)

This Coworker Is Not Your Cup Of Tea

, , , , , | Working | October 19, 2018

(I’m part of a special projects team. We’re assigned to work on two separate projects. The problem is, they both have their weekly meeting at the same time, one in the conference room upstairs and the other downstairs. My team is three of us, so we split two and one to cover both meetings and trade off who has to be alone. This week is my turn solo. We’re also good friends. My team lead assembled us on purpose; we all work well together.)

Coworker: “So, what was the fight with [Team Lead] about?”

Me: “What fight?”

Coworker: “Sure, I know you can’t say bad things about your boss. What happened?”

Me: “We’re fine.”

Coworker: “Then why isn’t she in here with you?”

Me: “[Team Lead] is with [Other Team Member].”

Coworker: *like he’s won a point* “Exactly!”

Me: “You know we work on [other project], too, right?”

Coworker: “Yeah. I’m not stupid.”

Me: “So, they’re in the meeting for [other project] downstairs.”

Coworker: “Exactly! They’re off together without you because you had a fight with [Team Lead].”

Me: “…”

Coworker: “See? I’m smart; I notice things. [Team Lead] picks fights with you guys every couple weeks, and by next week, she’ll be mad at [Other Team Member] and leave him all alone!”

(I debate trying to explain that you cannot divide three people evenly into two locations, and then give up.)

Me: “You’re right. Don’t tell anyone else. [Team Lead]… drinks green tea. I couldn’t be around that. Black tea is the only true tea.”

Coworker: *nods, winks, actually lays a finger alongside his nose* “I getcha.”

(I told my team at lunch break and they bought me a sympathy cookie for dealing with him.)

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