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    Needs Half A Voice Of Reason

    , | Cleveland, OH, USA | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners, Health & Body

    (I have lost most of my voice and go to see the doctor to make sure that I am not contagious and can safely go to work. The doctor clears me, but tells me that I should probably get some rest instead. Knowing we’ll be busy, I go to work and spend 11 hours helping customers, cleaning, and doing my regular job duties. Because it’s the holidays, we are especially busy, so I skip my lunch and dinner breaks. At the end of the night, my regular manager compliments me on my performance and gives me meal vouchers for skipping my breaks and helping out. Right after this, I get called into the general manager’s office for a chat. Note that my already hoarse voice is now just the barest whisper since I’ve been talking to customers all day and evening.)

    Me: *whispering as loudly as possible* “[General Manager], you wanted to see me? Is something wrong?”

    General Manager: “No, everything’s great. I just wanted to talk to you about your performance today.”

    Me: *thinking he’s going to compliment me* “Oh, I didn’t mind skipping my breaks or anything. We were really busy!”

    General Manager: “No, it’s not that. I’m just really disappointed in you.”

    Me: “What? Why?”

    General Manager: “How dare you come in here with half a voice. That’s not the image we want to project about [Company]!”

    Me: “But I was cleared by the doctor. I’m not contagious. Next time should I take the day off instead?”

    General Manager: “Don’t worry about it. You’re fired. Take your things and leave immediately. And you owe us $5 for your work shirt.”

    (This was only the second week the restaurant had been open, and the general manager had fired at least a dozen people for similar things so far. The website says that the company treats its employees like beloved family!)

    Spinning A Yarn About The Backroom

    | Marysville, OH, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I am an avid crocheter despite being only eighteen. I am in the middle of making a stuffed toy for my young cousin for her birthday when I realize I am missing one of the colors of yarn that I need. I go to a large retail store in my area to pick some up and head over to the craft aisle, but I don’t see the color in question. I flag down a store employee.)

    Me: “Excuse me, but do you possibly have any cream-colored yarn in the back? I’m not seeing any on the shelves.”

    Employee: “Cream-colored yarn…” *stares at the shelf for a few moments*

    Me: “Yeah, I looked the whole section up and down a few times. Didn’t see any out. Could you check the back?”

    Employee: “Cream-colored yarn…”

    Me: “Um… yes… As I said, there doesn’t appear to be any out here.”

    Employee: “Oh, okay. I’ll go check the back for you!”

    Me: *resisting the urge to face-palm* “Do you mind if I tag along? Last time I asked someone to get yarn from the back, they came back with the wrong colors. It’ll save you a trip.”

    Employee: *suddenly extremely panicked* “NO! Customers are NOT ALLOWED in the back! You can’t come! I SAID NO!”

    Me: *wide-eyed and backing off* “All right, all right! I get it!”

    (I’m now convinced that place hides dead bodies in the back. Also, the employee came back with bright yellow yarn.)

    The Nurse Needs To Get Ovary Herself

    , | Washington DC, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Health & Body, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (I have a LOT of respect for nurses, just not the one I dealt with in this incident. After a week of unusual pain on my left side, I go to the student health center at my university. I explain to the nurse that this is not a normal pain and definitely not menstrual cramps. The nurse palpates my abdomen and then makes her diagnosis.)

    Nurse: “It’s probably related to your period. I’d suggest pain killers.”

    Me: “I really don’t think it’s cramps or anything. I know what that feels like. This isn’t even in the same place.”

    Nurse: “You said you have irregular periods right? It’s probably that.”

    Me: “Is there anything else you can do to check? This doesn’t seem normal.”

    Nurse: “I can prescribe you extra-strength Midol.”

    Me: “Can I talk to the doctor?”

    Nurse: *very irritated* “Fine. I’ll be right back.”

    (The nurse returns alone.)

    Nurse: “The doctor prescribes Midol. Take it twice a day for the next week.”

    (I left because I didn’t want to argue and I knew I had a doctor’s appointment coming up in about a month. By the time that appointment came around my symptoms had progressed and the doctor was speechless when I explained the story. She immediately ordered an ultrasound. Long story short: I had ovarian cancer at age 25 and needed surgery… Cramps, my a**!)

    A Badly Timed Period

    | New Zealand | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners, Health & Body

    (My workplace tries to get every second out of us on the phones. They are pedantic about breaks down to the second, and you will often get grilled about those ‘two minutes’ over a day that you weren’t speaking to a customer. In light of this, they are always developing schemes to ensure they are getting precisely 7.5 hours from us per day. We are called into a meeting in shifts, and I am in the last meeting of the day.)

    Centre Manager: “So, between us and our sister call centre in [City] we’ve developed a new way of using the bathroom quickly!”

    Head Of Call Centre: “I have made it my personal mission to time people using the bathrooms, and I have planned out how long each person needs in the bathroom. If you’re doing number 1’s, you only need one minute. If you’re doing number 2’s, you need 2 minutes and 20 seconds. So in future, we’re going to expect you to follow these guidelines, and aim for these times when using the bathrooms.”

    (I’ve worked with lawyers for years, and am known for being a bit of a smart-a**.)

    Me: “Um, what about those of us who need to have ‘number 3’s?'”

    Centre Manager & Head Of Call Centre: “What?”

    Me: “Well, you said you’ve monitored people using the bathrooms, so you can get an average time, right?”

    Head Of Call Centre: “Yes.”

    Me: “Did you only monitor the men?”

    Centre Manager & Head Of Call Centre: *worried glances* “Yes…”

    Me: “So, it never occurred to you that women have an issue once a month that they can’t control? And that issue may take more than a minute in the bathroom?”

    Centre Manager: *both go pale* “Um, surely, that’s not an issue?”

    Me: “Surely, you’ve never been women, and only surveyed half of the centre’s population. And I suspect that the union would be furious if they knew you were timing our bathroom breaks!”

    (Funnily enough, no one else had brought this up, and when the suggestion got around to the other female staff, they backed me up. The policy was dropped by the end of the week. It turned out they were trying to prevent people using their smart devices in the bathrooms, which was fair, but why not just say so?)

    Can’t Believe Your Ears

    | Long Island, NY, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Health & Body

    (I am visiting an ear doctor due to an earache. He confirms my suspicions that it’s a mild outer ear infection.)

    Me: “So, what should I do?”

    Doctor: “Well, you need to lose weight, for starters.”

    Me: “…Excuse me?”

    (I appear overweight, but am completely healthy. The doctor goes on.)

    Doctor: “You’re too pudgy. Lose weight. As for your ear infection, take these ear dr—”

    Me: “—first of all, I may look fat, but my doctor can confirm that I’m healthy. Secondly, you’re an EAR DOCTOR! It’s none of your business what my weight is; you treat ears!”

    Doctor: “It’s still true.”

    (I took the ear drops, left, and never went back.)


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