Got The Cleanest Concrete In The Business

, , , , | Working | May 26, 2017

(I’m the bad employee in this situation. I work as a cashier at a home retail store, and one of the services that we offer during the summer months is a check-out till in our outdoor lumber run. Naturally, this building doesn’t get cleaned a lot, so in a few minutes of downtime, I’m wiping down the windows. A customer comes up behind me.)

Me: *seeing the customer* “Oh, hello. One moment, please.”

Customer: “Not a problem. It looks like you were on a mission there.”

(I put down my cleaning supplies, and turn to assist the customer.)

Me: “Sorry for the wait. How can I help you today?”

Customer: “I need to buy 30 bags of concrete.”

Me: “All right. We don’t have the codes at the register, so I’ve just got to walk down and scan it.”

Customer: “Not a problem.”

(I enter the quantity into the system, and then walk down to the concrete. Confidently, I reach out — and promptly spray window cleaner on the concrete. Looking down, I burst out laughing. I’d grabbed the cleaner instead of my scanner.)

Me: “Oh. I grabbed the wrong product by accident. If you’ll just give me a moment, I’ll get you rung through.”

Customer: “Don’t worry. It looks like it’s been a long day for you. Besides, it made my day.”

Extra Sweet Resolution

, , , , , | Working | May 26, 2017

(My husband and I are shopping, and we see the cotton candy stand. As we walk up, the employee is just starting to bag up a fresh batch. He looks up when we get to the counter.)

Employee: “Can I help you?”

Me: “I’d like one bag, please.”

Employee: “Sure thing!” *reaches for a finished bag from the rack*

Me: “I’d rather have the bag you’re filling; I like it when the candy is warm.”

Employee: “Okay, just a sec.” *continues filling bag*

(The manager walks up while the employee is filling the bag, and Husband and I are chatting. He starts to do the head-tilt/hard stare thing, and then yells.)

Manager: “Earth to [Employee]! Hello! There are people here!”

(Once we explained what was going on, the manager apologized to the employee for yelling at him. And then apologized to me for yelling in front of me. And then told the guy to not tie off my bag, but just keep filling it. I got almost twice the normal amount!)

One Door Closes… And That’s It

, , | Working | May 26, 2017

(I have gotten into work and am going through a sequence of doors, each requiring either a code or ID to unlock. I see a woman behind me carrying a large box and decide to hold the door open for her.)

Me: “I’ll keep the doors open for you.”

Coworker: “Umm, excuse me?”

Me: “I said—”

Coworker: “I don’t need a man to hold a door open for me!”

Me: “I’m sorry. I thought I would help, otherwise you would have to put down the—”

Coworker: “Get your male privilege out of my face!”

Me: “Oh, okay.”

(I let go of the door and walked away. The rest of the journey through that corridor was me opening one door and seeing her struggle to get through the last before closing it.)

Blame Canada!

| UK | Working | May 26, 2017

(I am being interviewed for a job which requires you have a certain level of security clearance. I assume they need to be thorough.)

Interviewer: “You have dual citizenship with Canada. Why is that?”

Me: “My mum is Canadian.”

Interviewer: “But, why Canada?”

Me: “I just said—”

Interviewer: *leaning over the table* “But, why CANADA?”

Me: “I didn’t have a choice! I was three weeks old!”

Interviewer: “Oh, that’s okay, then.”

Me: “…”

Not Acting Sweet To Each Other

| WI, USA | Working | May 26, 2017

(The grocery department of our store is run from a desk in the far back corner of the store, well away from the registers. I hear this radio call one day, answered by the grocery manager.)

Head Cashier: “Grocery, I need a price check on a bag of candy. The customer says it’s supposed to be [price], but it’s ringing up at [slightly higher price].”

Manager: “What’s the code number?”

Head Cashier: “[Code Number].”

Manager: *probably checking the computer price and location* “Well, it’s actually on the candy aisle up by you.”

Head Cashier: “I need a price check, not where it is.”

Manager: “What register are you on, if I can ask?”

Head Cashier: “Eight, why?”

Manager: “I’m in the back of the store, totally opposite from where the candy is. It would have taken you ten seconds to walk over and check it yourself. I am trying to help some customers at the desk all the way back here. It would be quicker to just send another cashier to look.”

Head Cashier: “If you would just do your job we would have a price by now.”

Manager: “I AM doing my job. I have five customers waiting to be helped while I’ve been radioing you back and forth for something you could have had another cashier do in ten seconds. Did you want me to come up there and tell you five feet away the price? Or can you do your job and check it out yourself?”

Head Cashier: “Fine, sheesh. I’ll just have a cashier check instead of wasting all our time. Like it would kill you to walk up here.”

Manager: “And do your job? Not a chance.”

(The head cashier did get a warning about their behavior because it was so close to him that he could have walked over to it himself. The manager got talked to but no official warnings were given.)

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