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Just Let Sleeping Cats Lie

, , , , | Working | June 28, 2022

My beloved cat is twenty years old and extremely scraggly. She is as healthy as can be expected for a very old cat but is very thin and odd-looking. She likes to sunbathe in the garden. One day, I hear a noise through the front window and see someone trying to coax her into a box. I rush out to stop him.

Me: “Stop! What are you doing?”

Man: “I’m an animal warden from the council, and there have been reports about this stray cat.”

Me: “She’s not a stray; she’s just old!”

Man: “Are you sure?”

Me: *Pauses* “Yes, I’ve had her since she was a kitten twenty years ago. She’s definitely mine.”

Once the warden understood, he was very apologetic, but I keep a closer eye on the cat when she’s in the garden now. She continues to enjoy herself lounging on the garden path.

We HOPE You Don’t Carry Those

, , , , , , | Working | June 28, 2022

A while back, I was working with a friend. She answered the phone and then went on the walkie to ask someone to look into what the person on the phone wanted.

Friend: “The person on the phone wants a small white child.”

She got flustered and forgot to say it was a T-shirt. I was standing behind her literally doubling over laughing.

Karma Put Her In A Sticky Situation

, , , , , | Working | CREDIT: EmeraldPhoenix525 | June 27, 2022

I worked at a small company with approximately thirty-five employees. We had a good-sized kitchen with a fridge that several employees used, though most brought a lunch bag they just kept by their desk. The fridge was usually used for stuff that people wanted to keep really cold or for drinks.

People often would go to the fridge to find either their whole lunch missing, an item from it gone, or, in my case, my can of Cherry Coke gone. I usually kept it in my lunch bag, but on occasion when I would order out, I would get two — one for lunch and one for later — so I didn’t have my lunch bag.

We suspected who was stealing but could never prove it. This particular day, I was in the mood and I figured I would try and prove it.

It was [Thief]’s break time. I headed down to the kitchen about five minutes ahead and gave my Coke a really, really hard shake — so hard I feared it may actually pop in my hands — and placed it back in the fridge. Then, I ducked into the storage closet in the kitchen and peeked out the crack.

BINGO! [Thief] took the Coke. I waited, hand over my mouth, for her to open it, but she took it with her and left.

Oh, s***. I thought she was gonna open it in the hall. Nope.

As I left, the kitchen I heard her yell, “WHAT THE F***?!”

I passed her office, and Coke was everywhere: the walls, the floor, the ceiling, all over her desk, computer, and her work, all over her — everywhere!

The previous week, we had all been given these “sippy”-type cups that were spillproof. We were supposed to use them at our desks when drinking because we all got new computers.

Well, food never went missing again because [Thief] got fired.

This Is Why I Work From Home: Pants Optional!

, , , , , , | Working | CREDIT: HoungryHoungryHippo | June 27, 2022

The summer after my senior year in high school, I worked collecting shopping carts at a grocery store. I lived on the coast, so it was hot as Hell during the summers. It was one of those “uppity” grocery chains so we had a pretty strict dress code: a white, long-sleeve dress shirt, tucked into khaki dress slacks. But because I worked outside for a good portion of the day, management let me wear khaki shorts and a short-sleeve button-up. All was fine until toward the end of the summer when we got a new general manager who was MUCH stricter on policy than the old one had been.

When I came in for my first shift with the new manager, he called me into his office.

Manager: “There have been some changes. Your uniform is clearly lacking in several areas and I’ll need you to correct it. We’ll need you to go home and change into pants and the provided long-sleeve button-up.”

I thought he had mistaken me for someone who worked inside.

Me: “Actually, sir, I collect carts, so I’m allowed to wear shorts.”

Manager: “Son, I said what I said. Either you adhere to the dress code or you go home.”

Me: “So, I don’t have a choice but to wear pants, in ninety-plus-degree heat, in the height of summer?”

Manager: “That is the policy. And being smart with me is not getting us off on the right foot.”

Me: “All right. Then I’m going home.”

Manager: “Good. Thank you for your understanding.”

I walked out of his office, fully understanding that he expected me to actually come back. But his ultimatum was to either wear pants or not come to work, so I chose the latter. I was going away to college in a couple of weeks, so I chose not to sweat my butt off for six hours a day for $7.25 an hour.

I was at home about an hour later, chilling, and I got a call from my manager. He was furious.

Manager: “Why the h*** are you taking so long? We are swamped and desperately need a cart collector!”

Me: “I’m not coming back.”

Of course, he didn’t take this well.

Manager: “Get back here right now or you’ll be fired!”

Me: “Well, I thought that was the idea.”

He was absolutely dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected me to call his bluff on something he considered to be so inconsequential (because he wasn’t the one outside pushing carts in the heat). He tried to talk me into coming back, but I told him he gave me two options, and I had chosen option two.

I never went back to work. I found out that the cart collectors were only made to wear pants for a few days after that until the new manager relented and let them wear shorts. I never got a call with an apology from him, but I didn’t care. I enjoyed the time off before going to college.

I fully realize that this was an immature and unprofessional thing to do. I know I was fortunate at the time to be a teenager who didn’t have a dire need for a job so I was able to make this move. He was a jerk from the initial approach, and I was in a position to return his fire, so I went for it. I’d never in a million years think of doing something like this at my full-time big-boy job.

Beware The Cave Troll

, , , , , | Working | June 27, 2022

My family and I have always been pretty avid campers and hikers. When my sister and I were little and not capable of backpacking, we did a lot of car camping.

On one of these trips, when I am about ten and my sister is six, we go to visit a national park famous for its large cave system. Of course, we go to see the caves. We are underground walking around, reading the signs, listening to explanations of various rock outcroppings and the like, when we see a large tunnel and a path going down it. We assume it leads to another part of the caves. Oddly, there are no lights, but we figure it must be lighted further in.

This part is important: in no way is the tunnel blocked off, there are no signs telling us not to go there, nothing. So, we start walking. After about a minute of this, still within sight of the tunnel entrance, there are still no lights and no one else is there. We agree that this must be wrong, so we turn around to head back, using my dad’s phone as a flashlight. This is where the jerk park ranger comes in. He’s standing at the entrance to the tunnel, and as soon as we’re in earshot, he starts yelling.

Ranger: “So! You think you’re some sort of big-shot explorers, wandering off into dangerous caves on your own with your phones and flashlights!”

I don’t remember a whole lot of it, but I do remember that he goes on in this vein for a while, just yelling at us about how stupid we were to go into the cave, with me and my sister hiding behind our parents. At some point, my sister starts to cry.

Ranger: *Still yelling* “I have half a mind to throw you out of the park!”

My dad eventually calmed him down, and we didn’t get thrown out, but we were all pretty shaken. My sister was still sobbing, and I was pretty close to crying myself.

A couple of minutes later, once we had been consoled, we saw the park ranger staring at the tunnel entrance. He walked over to some discarded fencing and sheepishly set up a barrier in front of the tunnel. From what we could gather, it was his job to block the tunnel off, and hadn’t! He didn’t even apologize afterward or look remotely sorry for scaring two children into tears. In retrospect, we should’ve taken the fact that there were no lights as a larger sign not to go there, but we figured that in a large, well-maintained cave with lots of tunnels you are supposed to walk through to get from cave to cave, this wasn’t that big of a deal.