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Self-Help Checkout

| Working | February 2, 2014

(I usually buy groceries in one supermarket because they have self-checkouts that I can get through much quicker and with less anxiety than regular ones. On this day I’m buying a few items before meeting a friend in the main shopping centre.)

Me: *to attendant* “Excuse me. Could I have a plastic bag, please?”

Attendant: “No.”

(I can tell he’s joking so play along.)

Me: “Ah, please…”

Attendant: “€70…”

Me: “All right.”

(He smiles and hands me the bag. Just as I’m finishing, my friend pops up at the exit and waves at me. We go for a cup of tea and then go back about two hours later to do her grocery shopping, going through self-service checkouts again. I’m used to the scanners so end up scanning everything that my friend hands to me.)

Attendant: *watching me scan* “”You again? Jesus, we should give you a job here!”

Me: “Please do!”

(A minute later, something won’t scan.)

Attendant: “Ah, and now you’re breaking everything! You’re fired!”

Me: *laughing* “Sorry!”

(He always teases me now when I go through self-service. No matter how grumpy I am he always makes me smile.)

Misconceiving The Point, Part 2

| Working | February 2, 2014

(I am attending a ‘well woman’ clinic, and the nurse is running through the standard questions. I am married with a teenage daughter.)

Nurse: “What contraception are you using?”

Me: “None.”

Nurse: “None? Oh, are you not in a relationship?”

Me: “Um, yes. I’m married.”

Nurse: “Are you having intercourse?”

Me: “Yes.”

Nurse: “You really should think about contraception. You know you can get pregnant right up until menopause. Would you like me to set you up with some contraception?”

Me: “No, thanks.”

Nurse: “There is a huge upsurge in middle-aged women who have abortions because they fell pregnant near menopause. Abortion is really not a good choice of birth control. You really need to use contraception.”

Me: “Um, no. I don’t. Thank you.”

Nurse: “You know you could fall pregnant?”

Me: “Yes… and if I did, we’d be happy, thanks.”

Nurse: “Oh! Er… OK, then.”

(The nurse finished the exam pretty quickly after that!)

Some Bigotry Just Takes The Cake

| Working | February 1, 2014

(My brother and I are both English by birth and have English accents, but my parents and grandparents are all Welsh and have Welsh accents. We have gone to South Wales to visit the family and are in Swansea Market.)

Me: “Welshcakes! Can we have some, please?”

(Mum goes to order. My brother and I keep chatting away.)

Stallholder: *to person behind us* “What can I get you, love?”

(We assume the stallholder hadn’t seen us, but this happens a few more times and it becomes obvious we are being ignored.)

Mum: “Excuse me. Are we being served?”

(The stallholder blanks us and serves more local Welsh customers.)

Mum: “Are you not serving me because my children have got English accents?”

(Again, no response. Luckily, another Welshcake stallholder is opposite and has seen everything.)

Other Stallholder: *loudly, so everyone can hear* “Come over here, love! I’ll serve you. And my Welshcakes are much better than hers!”

(We go over, and get a couple of free Welshcakes. Other customers who witnessed the situation come to this stall instead. The nice stallholder made a fair bit of money that day!)

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

| Working | February 1, 2014

(I work at a local community college as a custodian. My boss, who also happens to be my IT professor, is known to show favoritism and rarely thinks things through.)

Boss: “[Name], can I speak with you in private, please?”

Me: “Sure. What do you need?”

Boss: “[Name], we need to talk about your work ethic here. You are falling behind and your work just isn’t up to par with our standards.”

(I am outraged, as I have been having to perform most of my coworkers duties because he takes several, hour long, breaks and doesn’t get everything done that he should.)

Me: “Not up to par? I have been working my tail off. I have done everything you have asked of me plus some, and I take up the slack when [Coworker] is busy.”

Boss: *totally ignoring me* “We also think you have been taking too many breaks.”

Me: “I don’t take any breaks. [Coworker] takes hour long breaks throughout the day. Why don’t you talk to him about this?”

Boss: “Because [Coworker] has been here longer. He is entitled to more privileges.”

Me: “So when nothing gets done because he has to go have a smoke I get blamed for trying to take up the slack?”

Boss: “No one is blaming you for anything. I just think you need to re-examine how you do your job. Also, you need to start reporting to your supervisor more often.”

Me: “You told me that [Coworker] was my supervisor and I check with him before I do anything.”

Boss: “That’s right but you need to check with me, too.”

Me: “I do! Daily! Every time I do you just tell me to go ask [Coworker].”

Boss: “Yes, but after you go talk to him you need to come and ask me again because things might have changed.”

Me: *sighs* “Is there anything else?”

Boss: “Yes, you need to stop being such a smart-a** in my class. It is making the other students uncomfortable. Stop answering all of my questions.”

Me: “First of all, how does this pertain to my work ethic? And second, if you don’t want me to answer a question then stop directing all of them towards me.”

Boss: “Look. I just want to make all of my students feel comfortable. If that is too much to ask maybe you should consider finding another job.”

Me: “Fine! Is there anything else?”

Boss: “Yes, we need to talk about you stealing from [College].”

Me: “WHAT?!”

Boss: “I have been keeping track of you. You leave fifteen minutes early every day but don’t mark it on your time sheet.”

Me: “The earliest I have left was five minutes early. That was last winter when the dean sent all of us home early due to the weather, and I marked it. I still have not been paid for the first two weeks I have worked here because YOU lost my time sheets.”

Boss: “Ugh, not this again. It’s not my fault you couldn’t get them to me.”

Me: “I turned them in with [Coworker]’s, and he got paid. I checked with HR. They said they never received them.”

Boss: “Whatever. That still does not excuse your actions.”

Me: “I have been here working overtime EVERY day since I started. Ask [Coworker]. I spent two hours cleaning the theater from top to bottom yesterday while he re-wired the front office.”

Boss: “You can’t prove that by just getting someone to vouch for you. I was here yesterday. I know when you left.”

Me: “No, you don’t. You left an hour early to go meet with your girlfriend.”

Boss: “Look. Argue all you want. You are still wrong. I am putting this in your record. Now I suggest you go home early today since you are obviously not in any emotional state to work.”

(I left, typed up a letter of resignation, and left it on the dean’s desk on my way to class that evening. Needless to say he attempted to fail me but after having the head of the college’s IT department look back over my work, I got the highest grade in my class. I changed my major just to get away from this jerk. They have had several people take my place but none have stayed longer than a few months because of him.)

A Minor Disagreement

| Working | January 31, 2014

(I’m a cashier at a grocery store. I’ve been scrapping with the photo lab manager, and as such, she’s doing her best to get me fired. One day a regular customer, whom I know to be around 40, comes up to me and asks to buy a pack of cigarettes. The photo lab manager is watching this transaction like a hawk. When I go to the cabinet to get his cigarettes, the photo lab manager pulls me aside.)

Photo Lab Manager: “You’re not going to check him for ID?”

Me: “Nope. He’s a regular. I’ve seen his ID plenty of times. I know he’s legal.”

(I give the man his cigarettes, he pays, and leaves. I then hear the photo lab manager shriek for joy.)

Photo Lab Manager:Aha! I’ve got you now!”

Me: “What?”

Photo Lab Manager: “You just sold cigarettes to a kid!”

Me: “Are you insane? He’s a regular, I know he’s of legal age. And besides, he clearly looks to be around 40 years old.”

Photo Lab Manager: “Quit trying to defend yourself! I’m friends with that boy’s mother, and I know for a FACT that he’s just 14 years old! He has a growth disease that only makes him LOOK 40! Ha ha! I got you now! Not only are you getting fired, you’re going to jail for selling smokes to a kid!”

(She ran off to report me to the store manager. The store manager came down, and, after talking to me and the other cashiers on shift who witnessed everything, was convinced that the man was of legal age and that no wrongdoing took place. Then the photo lab manager got chewed out for just sitting back and hoping people get fired, instead of saving the store by preventing clerks from selling cigarettes to people she knows are minors!)