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    Don’t Lose Your Head(phones) Over It

    | Croatia | Bad Behavior, Coworkers, Musical Mayhem, Theme Of The Month

    (I am a programmer, but I work on the floor with finance people. Since there’s a lot of noise in the office I work with my headphones on to drown out the noise since I don’t do anything connected with them. We’re currently in a staff meeting.)

    Boss: “So, that takes care of it. Does anyone have any suggestions or complaints?”

    New Coworker: “YES! I wish [My Name] to stop wearing headphones!”

    Boss: “Why? He asked to use them so he can concentrate better on what he does.”

    New Coworker: “It’s anti-social and I can’t communicate with him if I need him for something! It’s ruining the workflow!”

    Me: “Well, if you have anything to ask you could, you know, walk up to me and tap me on the shoulder? And even then, it can’t be work related since we don’t work on anything together.”

    New Coworker: “Well, I can hear his music and it’s bothering me!”

    Coworker #1: “No, you can’t. I’m sitting next to him and I can’t hear anything.”

    Boss: “Unless it’s bothering the whole office, I don’t intend to force the only programmer in the company to listen to all of you yelling to each other. If that’s it, we’re done.”

    (Next day when I came to work I realise I forgot my thumb drive on which I keep my music. I still keep my headphones on, since they provide some noise isolation, but I’m not listening to music. Boss is passing by New Coworker’s desk when the latter practically jumps at him.)

    New Coworker: “LISTEN! Can’t you hear that music of his! I can’t even concentrate on job I’m doing!”

    Me: “You might want to visit a shrink, Miss [New Coworker].”

    New Coworker: “NOW HE’S EVEN INSULTING ME!”

    Me: “I’m not.” *I unplug the headphones from speakers on my table* “I’m not listening to music, because I forgot the drive with my music at home. If you think you’re hearing music, I would really recommend you to visit a professional.”

    Boss: “[New Coworker], stop being disruptive and leave [My Name] alone. He’s not bothering you.”


    Boss: “[New Coworker] -”


    Coworker #1: “He’s not listening to music online, you idiot!”

    New Coworker: “OH, REALLY?!”

    Boss: “Yes, really, because the Internet has been down for two hours. Which also means he can’t be disrupting you since all of your work is done online. Now, why don’t you step into my office for a nice conversation about the way we should act in a workplace, okay?”

    (New Coworker never bothered me about listening to music after that.)

    Serve As I Say, Not As I Do

    | Portland, OR, USA | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners

    (I’ve just finished dealing with a very difficult customer.)

    Me: “Oh, my god, what a jack-a**.”

    (Although I said this very quietly after the customer in question had left, my manager still somehow heard me.)

    Manager: “Come see me in my office.”

    (In the office, I get reprimanded for my behavior and threatened with immediate termination if it were to happen again. I took some time to reflect on my actions, and instead of talking about people behind their backs, I decide to spend my energy on improving my customer service. Eventually, I get a customer who has a rather tall order, but isn’t as difficult as the customer I got in trouble for. My manager sees me helping this customer, and takes me aside to tell me something:)

    Manager: “Don’t bother helping that lazy son of a b****. He just wants you to do everything without lifting a d*** finger of his own.”

    (After the threat he made, he goes ahead and says that about a customer within earshot. What a shining example of good behavior!)

    The Passport Doesn’t Fall Short

    | Melbourne, VIC, Australia | Bad Behavior, Employees

    (I’m 5’1″ and I don’t like to wear a lot of makeup, so I often get mistaken for being a lot younger then I actually am. A few months after I turned 18 I go on holiday with my parents, and one night we decided to walk through a massive casino in the city. We have no intention of gambling; we just want to look inside. We approach the security guard at the entrance.)

    Guard: “No, you can’t come in here.”

    (Expecting this to happen, I start digging around my bag for my ID. The guards eyes widen.)

    Guard: *looking disbelieved* “You’re 18?!”

    Me: “Umm… yes?”

    (I pull out my passport and hand it to him. He keeps looking up at me and back down at the photo. The passport is new, and I haven’t made any changes to my hair, etc. since I had the photo done.)

    Guard: “What’s your date of birth?”

    (I don’t cope well when put on the spot, so I start to panic.)

    Me: “It’s umm… [day] of… uh… [month] of… umm… [year].”

    (The guard looks down his nose at me. I, however, am not going to leave until I get inside. He takes the look at the photo and then at me a few more times. Because he can’t prove that the ID is fake, he ends up calling a colleague over to ask his opinion. The colleague lets me in almost right away. As we walk inside, I can hear them having an argument.)

    Guard: “There was no way that girl was 18!”

    Colleague: “Dude, she gave you that ID right in front of her parents. And she could have been 18; it’s not like she’s pre-pubescent or something. And besides, what idiot tries to fake a passport?!”

    Guard: “But… but… she was so short!”

    Colleague: *face-palm*

    Your Coworker Just Got Busted

    | FL, USA | Bad Behavior, Coworkers

    Coworker: “Guess what [Other Coworker] just did?!”

    Me: “What?”

    Coworker: “They went up and hugged [Very Busty Coworker]. Poor her, she didn’t think anything of it until two hours later a customer pointed out that she had a post-it stuck to her under-boob that said ‘shhh! She can’t see this :-)'”

    (Hair)Loss Of A Tip

    | Dover, NH, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink

    (I am a 27-year-old female currently being treated for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and as a result have lost my hair and am generally feel crummy. My friends decide to take me out to cheer me up. I am wearing a knit cap over my bald head.)

    Me: “I’ll get a margarita, please.”

    Waitress: “Sure, can I see your ID?”

    (I hand the waitress my driver’s license in which I have a full head of hair.)

    Waitress: *stares back and forth between my face and my ID* “Well, YOU look different.”

    (She walks away to fill the orders, leaving me speechless.)

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