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An Acute Case Of Miscommunication

| Working | January 5, 2013

(I had a gallbladder attack when I was 10 weeks pregnant, and learned that I needed to have it removed. It was apparently important enough to do while I was still pregnant, so I scheduled the surgery.)

Doctor: “Okay, we need to get you in as soon as possible. We can do this next Wednesday if that is okay with you.”

Me: “I guess that will work. Are you sure I have to do this while pregnant? Can’t I wait until after the baby is here?”

Doctor: “Your gallbladder is acutely infected. It really needs to come out now. I’ve got you scheduled at [local surgery office] for next Wednesday.”

(2 hours later…)

Doctor: “Hi, sorry to bother you, but we’ve had to change locations for your surgery. The place we scheduled you at can’t operate if you’re pregnant. We’ve rescheduled you for the 16th and [major hospital].”

Me: “Uh, okay, that’s not exactly reassuring. Why can the hospital do it if the other place can’t?”

Doctor: “Well, they’ll have a labor & delivery nurse on hand just in case, and they have fetal monitors available for during the surgery so we can make sure everything is okay. The other place doesn’t.”

Me: “Okay, I suppose.”

(Day of surgery: The anesthesiologist is naming off every single piece of equipment that will be attached and what it is used for, but I don’t hear a word about the fetal monitor.)

Me: “And of course the fetal monitor for making sure the baby is okay, right?”

Anesthesiologist: “Ha ha, that’s a good one!”

Me: “Um… what? ”

Anesthesiologist: “Wait, you’re not kidding?”

Me: *thinking HE’S kidding* “That’s funny.”

Anesthesiologist: “So you ARE kidding?”

Me: “Okay, not funny anymore. Does it really not say this in your notes?”

Anesthesiologist: “Uh… no.”

Me: “Are you kidding? They switched everything around and had me come here because I was pregnant.”

Anesthesiologist: “Are you sure you should be having this surgery while pregnant?”

Me: “SERIOUSLY?!”

(In the end, they scrambled to get the L&D nurse and fetal monitors, so all was fine, and the baby was unharmed. Fortunately, the actual surgeon knew well in advance that I was pregnant, but he was blown away that the files didn’t reflect that.)

Not The Most Gifted At Listening

| Working | January 4, 2013

(This takes place at the customer service desk in a large chain store the day after Christmas.)

Me: “Hi, I have this gift card—”

Cashier: “I’m sorry, but you can’t return gift cards.”

Me: “I don’t want to. I just—”

Cashier: “We can’t accept gift cards back, even with a receipt.”

Me: “Look, just listen to me for a second and I’ll explain—”

Cashier: “I don’t care what your story is, but we can’t do returns on a gift card!”

(At this point a manager walks up.)

Manager: “What seems to be the problem?”

Me: “Oh, hello, I have this gift card here that I—”

Manager: “Sorry, we don’t do returns on gift cards.”

Cashier: “I told her the same thing, but she wouldn’t listen to me.”

Manager: “You’ll have to either use the gift card or give it to someone else. Store policy. Sorry.”

(I wait a few seconds there, long enough for both the cashier and the manager to both stop talking and actually pay attention to me.)

Me: “I got this card as a gift—”

Manager: *irritated* “We don’t do returns—”

Me: “…and it wasn’t activated when my mom purchased it.”

Manager: “…Oh.”

Me: “So if you could activate it for me, that would be lovely.”

(Everything went a lot more quickly after that!)

There Are Bedder Ways To Get Promoted

| Working | January 4, 2013

(I usually work late nights, but this day I am covering an early morning shift for my manager. So, my sleep schedule is a little mixed up, leaving me feel tired.)

Owner: “I’m going back to bed.”

Me: “Take me with you!”

(There’s a pause as I realize exactly what I said.)

Me: “Oh, God! Not like that!”

Owner: *laughs* “I was about to say, that’s one way to get a raise.”

There’s No Making Up For This

| Working | January 4, 2013

(I work two towns away from my apartment, so I’m only ever at the store when I’m working; I of course dress up to look nice for the job. One day, I come in on an off day to pick up a check.)

Me: “Heya!”

Coworker: “Oh my gosh! You poor thing!”

Me: “…Huh?”

Coworker: “Are you okay?”

Me: “Uhm, yes. Why?”

Coworker: “You look TERRIBLE! Like you’re about to die of plague or something! You must feel awful!”

Me: “Actually, I’m fine. This is just what I look like without makeup.”

Coworker: “…Oh.”

(I wasn’t actually upset by it—she was much more embarrassed than I was bothered and apologized the next shift we had together. I think she still feels badly about it!)

What The Sell Is Her Problem

, , , | Working | January 3, 2013

(This is my second weekend working the races and selling tickets. I’m helping a gentleman find the restrooms with the racetrack’s booklet map, which I’ve been handing out to visitors.)

Coworker: “Don’t do that.”

Me: “…Excuse me?”

Coworker: “You’re not supposed to actually help people, just sell them s***.”

(I ignore my coworker and finish helping the gentleman.)

Me: “Is there anything else you need help with, sir?”

Gentleman: “Don’t let this old crow tell you how to do your job, sweetheart. You’re doing a great job!” *leaves*

Coworker: “You’re just supposed to sell them s***, not actually help!”