A Higher Calling Against Bad Hires

| North Carolina, USA | Working | October 15, 2012

(I am a fairly big guy at 6’4″ and 200 lbs. This particular weekend, I have been working on a horse ranch, helping a friend prepare a new corral, birthing foals, and mucking stalls while it rained the whole time. Consequently,  when I enter an office supply store, I am hard to miss: I’m wearing cowboy boots, a black oilskin duster, an oilskin hat, and am pretty well mud splattered; with the boots and hat, I stand almost 7 feet high. I get my supplies, and get in line at the first register, where a very short young male employee is ringing up one customer in front of me. He finishes up her order, closes his register, and walks off with me still standing in line. I am speechless. I look over at the next register, where a teen girl waves me over to her line.)

Me: “What the h*** was that?”

Teenage Girl Cashier: “He does that all the time.”

Me: “Walks off?”

Teenage Girl Cashier: “Yep. He hates working with customers. He pretends he can’t see or hear them, and goes and hides in the front office.”

Me: “That’s very rude. How come he still works here then?”

Teenage Girl Cashier: “He’s the Assistant Manager.”

Me: “You’re kidding me.”

Teenage Girl Cashier: “Nope. We all hate him because he’s rude to everyone.”

(Up until this point, I was planning on letting it go. Now I’m angry. I finish my transaction, and walk over to the doors and wait. Sure enough, the Assistant Manager comes out of the Manager’s office and starts to walk past me.)

Me: “Excuse me.”

Assistant Manager: “Yes?”

Me: “Why did you just close your register and walk away while I was standing in line?”

Assistant Manager: “What?”

Me: “Not five minutes ago, you checked out a lady at that register, correct?”

Assistant Manager: “Correct.”

Me: “I was standing right behind her waiting, and you closed up your register and walked away without a word.”

Assistant Manager: “I did not.”

Me: “Yes you did. Do we need to pull up the camera feeds and look at them?”

Assistant Manager: “You were not in my line!”

Me: “Yes I was, and everyone here saw me.”

Assistant Manager: “Well, I didn’t see you.”

(I step up close to him, literally casting a shadow over his face.)

Me: “I’m seven feet tall, dressed all in black, and smell like a barnyard. You’re really going to go with the ‘I didn’t notice you standing two feet from me’ excuse?”

Assistant Manager: *turns red* “…I apologize.”

Me: “For what?”

Assistant Manager: “For deliberately ignoring you so I could go have a soda.”

Me: “Where’s the manager?”

(The manager and I had a long talk about customer service, and I encouraged him to talk to the other employees. He told me this was the Assistant’s third strike. I came back the next week, and the same girl cashier cheerfully told me he had been fired.)

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Misogyny Does Not Compute

| The Netherlands | Working | October 15, 2012

(I’m a female that doesn’t look very geeky, but I do like some geeky stuff. I walk up to the register of the store with RoboRally, a game where you have to program a robot.)

Employee: “Ah, RoboRally. That is a great game. You are probably buying this as a gift for a male friend?”

Me: “Well, in this case it is a gift for a male friend. But I do like to play this game too; it’s a lot of fun.”

Employee: “Yes, it’s a great game, but girls don’t like to play this game. You have to program robots and think ahead for five steps. Girls are not very good at that, and they don’t like that kind of stuff either.”

Me: “Excuse me?! I’m a girl and I think this game is a lot of fun!”

(Luckily at that moment another employee, overhearing the conversation, steps in before the first employee can offend me more and starts to talk about the game with me. I later found out that the first employee is a real sexist, not just to me. He just doesn’t believe there are geeky women. I’m glad I’m never shopping there again!)

Small Minds Will Get Even Smaller Paychecks

| New Mexico, USA | Working | October 15, 2012

(I’m a little person, but I’m quite tall for one at 4’3″. This happens as I’m trying to find a place to buy a bra. I find the closest worker on the floor.)

Me: “Hello! How are you today?”

Employee: *ignores me*

Me: “Excuse me, Miss, but I’m looking to get fitted.”

Employee: *makes a disgusted face* “We don’t have anything in your size here.”

Me: “How would you know if I’m not measured?”

Employee: “Oh my God, just look at you! You’re fat and short, and we don’t need you wearing our brand!”

Me: “Can I speak to a manager?”

Employee: “Just get out! OH MY GOD!”

(A few weeks later, my friends and I try again. My friend and I get fitted and pick out some nice pieces. We are happy until we got to the register and I see the clerk is the woman for last time.)

Me: *putting things back* “I really don’t want to deal with that woman today. I’ll meet you guys outside.”

My Friend: “No, come on. It’s been a good day.”

Me: “Alright.”

(I begrudgingly go up with her to the register.)

Employee: *sweetly, to my friend* “That’ll be $xxx.xx.”

My Friend: *gets out a wad of cash to pay*

Employee: *to me* “I TOLD you we didn’t have your size.”

My Friend: “Actually, they measured her. She was going to get some things before she saw you.”

Employee: “Well, I… uh—”

My Friend: “Nope, we’re done here.” *leaves her stuff on the counter and walks with me to the door*

(We found better prices at their competitor anyway!)

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| Norway | Working | October 15, 2012

(I’ve ordered a gerbil from a pet store, and it comes to pick it up.)

Employee: “I’ll just put that in a cardboard box for you.”

Me: “Not necessary, I’ve brought a transport box. Gerbils are extreme gnawers, and she’ll be out of that cardboard box within seconds.”

Employee: “It’s never been a problem before. I’ll just put it in a box.”

Me: “Okay, then, but I’ll but then cardboard box into my transport box, just to be safe.”

(By the time we get to the counter 20 seconds later, sure enough, the gerbil is out of the cardboard.)

Me: *points to the free gerbil* “See?”

Employee: “That’s gotta be a super gerbil. I’ve never seen that before.”

Me: “Well, now you know that this can happen, so maybe you should use cardboard boxes for your rodents.”

Employee: “Nah, it’ll be fine.”

(A few days later, I enter the same store, only to find the same employee and another searching through the store.)

Me: *approaching the same employee* “What’s going on?”

Employee: “We’re searching for a mouse. Someone called to put it on hold, and I put it under the counter… in a cardboard box.”

Doing As Told

| Working | October 15, 2012

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