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Bad boss and coworker stories

Someone’s Having A Beef

, | Working | September 18, 2012

(I’m at a theme park and go to the only restaurant that has something remotely vegan on it’s menu.)

Me: “I’d like a veggie sub on Italian bread.”

Worker: “Would you like that toasted?”

Me: “No thanks. No cheese either, please.”

(Suddenly, the worker gets angry and shoves just the bread in my face.)

Worker: “Here, just take the godd*** bread if you want nothing in it!”

Me: *speechless*

Not A Man, Not A Man, Not A Mighty Good Man

| Working | September 17, 2012

(I am a very small, tattooed punk girl, with blue hair and lots of piercings. My boyfriend is 6’4″, 280lbs of pure beefcake, with no tattoos. He also wears very expensive custom tailored clothes, as he is very well off. The two of us go with my friend so I can buy new running shoes. My boyfriend comes into the shoe store a little after us.)

Employee: “Can I help you?”

Me: “I am looking for some running shoes. My boyfriend suggested Asics, and I know if I get something different I will never hear the end of it. He’s like a wife!”

Employee: “Well then, why don’t you just drop your b**** and get with a real man?”

Me: *annoyed* “…Are you referring to yourself?”

Employee: “Yeah, I can show you what a real man is like.”

Me: “No, thank you.”

Employee: “What? You’re too good for me?”

Me: “Sorry, I only date men with real jobs.”

(Around this time, my boyfriend comes up behind the employee and listens to the exchange.)

Employee: “F*** you! You have blue hair. The only guys who would date you are loser drug addicts!”

Me: “Well, you just asked me out, so are you saying you’re a loser drug addict?”

Employee: “Whatever, b****! Your man ain’t got s*** on me.”

(At this point, my boyfriend decides it’s time to speak up.)

My Boyfriend: “Well, from where I’m standing, I have about 6 inches and 100lbs on you. And if you say one more unkind word to my girlfriend, I will show you exactly how it feels to be somebody’s b****.”

(Seeing my boyfriend, the employee goes stark white, stares for a second, and, incredibly, turns to my friend.)

Employee: *to my friend* “So, do you wanna go out with me then?”

(My friend ended up lodging a sexual harassment complaint with the manager.)

Obvious Signs Employees Aren’t Doing Their Jobs

| Working | September 17, 2012

(There is a huge sign advertising my favorite gum for 2 for $2.22. I grab two packs and head to the register, where the cashier rings me up for full price.)

Me: “Hey, I thought that gum was on sale for 2 for $2.22.”

Cashier: “That’s not right.”

Me: “What about the huge sign that says ‘2 for $2.22’?”

Cashier: “That was last month.”

Me: *points to the huge sign that says ‘2 for $2.22’*

(Without a word, the cashier walks across to the sign and rips it down.)

Cashier: “There! No more 2 for $2.22!”

Keep Your Eye On That Coworker

| Working | September 17, 2012

(A new coworker has just started at her job. She seems really nice and normal. I have green/blue eyes.)

Coworker: “Do you wear coloured contacts?”

Me: “No, this is my natural colour.”

(Suddenly, she grabs my arm.)

Coworker: “I REALLY WANT YOUR EYES.”

(She was completely serious: she continued to stare at me for a few seconds before wandering off.)

Back To Swear One

| Working | September 16, 2012

(I’m having trouble with my car, so I take it to the mechanic. On Friday, the mechanic calls me up and says that they’ve found the problem, but the required part won’t be in until Monday. He tells me that I can have my car back for the weekend, and bring it back on Monday. On Monday morning, when I bring the car back to the shop, the manager looks up from the front desk and starts yelling at me.)

Manager: “YOU! What the f**k are you doing here?”

Me: “The mechanic told me to bring the car back on Monday.”

Manager: “All you godd*** f***ing people! You all think the world revolves around you! What the f**k makes you think we’re ready for your car today?”

(Getting angry myself, I slam my keys on the counter.)

Me: “I spent my weekend arranging alternate transportation! For all I care, it can sit in your parking lot until you are ready for it!”

Manager: *grumbles under his breath*

Me: “I’m curious now. When do you think you will be ready for it?”

Manager: “YOU’LL HAVE IT BACK BY THE WEEKEND!”

(On Friday, not having heard back from the shop, I call them up, and the manager angrily tells me I’ll have it back the following week. On Monday afternoon, the manager calls me and tells me my car is fixed. I return to the shop and we have this exchange.)

Manager: “I’d like to apologize for my behavior last week. I had two mechanics quit and another call in sick, and we were very busy and understaffed. Once again, I’m sorry for the way I treated you.”

Me: “Sorry enough to give me a discount?”

(At that question, the manager instantly turns back into the ball of rage I’d met the week before.)

Manager: “YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT NOW?!”

Me: “Just give me my car back.”

(I’ve never been back there!)