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    Can’t Talk You Back

    | NJ, USA | Bad Behavior, Coworkers, Theme Of The Month

    (I have been working for a particular client for many years, during which time we develop a host of personality conflicts. It is rare that we do not have some kind of major disagreement. Frankly, I keep the job simply because it is regular work. Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and quit. She counters by offering incentives to stay.)

    Client: “How about this: if you stay, you don’t have to talk to me for two months?”

    Me: “Or, I could not talk to you for the rest of my life.”

    Good Management Has Logged Out

    | East Sussex, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners

    (I’ve just transferred to a supermarket from a convenience-format branch of the same company. Whilst about 80% of the procedures are the same, there are a number of key differences in how I’ve been trained due to the difference in shop-floor and warehouse size across formats. I’m busy stacking shelves when my new manager approaches.)

    Manager: “[My Name], do you know how to do waste scans?”

    Me: “Yep, but I’ve not done it here yet. Could you give me the store login?”

    Manager: “Oh! We have individual logins here.”

    Me: “Okay. So, could you set me up with the privileges to do that?”

    Manager: “Um, no. I’m a bit busy right now. Tell you what, you do the wastage and then come find me to help you afterward.”

    Me: “How am I do to the waste scan without a login?”

    Manager: “Erm… Find somebody else and borrow their card. Tell them I sent you.”

    (I go and do this, I’ve just finished scanning waste and I’m getting on to reducing the damaged goods that are salvageable when my manager approaches me again.)

    Manager: “[My name]! Stop! What are you doing?!”

    Me: “Well, I finished the wastage. I’m on reductions now.”

    Manager: “How did you log in?!”

    Me: “With [Colleague]’s card, like you suggested.”

    Manager: “I can’t believe you’d borrow somebody else’s card! That is not allowed!”

    Me: *speechless*

    Bottom-Shelf Standards

    | The Netherlands | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners, New Hires, Theme Of The Month

    (During my studies, I go to the student recruitment office for jobs. I am overqualified for everything, so I take on every job that sounds okay and matches my free hours. The recruiter sends me to a job described as ‘standing at a table folding and sealing packs of clothes’, in an industrial clothing factory way out of town. I arrive at 8:00 sharp. There appear to be no other students working.)

    Manager: “Ah, you must be the new girl from [Recruiter].”

    Me: “I am. Nice to meet you. Where can I start?”

    Manager: “I’ll hand you a cart and a barcode scanner. You can start in the warehouse.”

    (Indeed, I’m given a huge wooden cart packed with sealed packs of clothing and a barcode scanner. I’m told to scan every item and shelve it. The shelves go up to the ceiling. While scanning my first packs, a worker walks by.)

    Me: “Hey, is this right? This package should be on the top shelf, but there’s no ladder. Did I miss something?”

    Worker: “Oh – you’re short. Just climb there.”

    Me: “…Okay.”

    (This continues for the next bunch of packages. After a while, I head to the manager.)

    Me: “Hey, just checking, is this really the work I should be doing? I was told to work at a table, folding and packing clothes.”

    Manager: “We don’t have that kind of work today. We need you to pick orders.”

    Me: “Okay, but one more thing, most of the orders are way up on high shelves. You might know that continuously lifting heavy packages over my head is against the law.”

    Manager: “There’s no such law. You’re just short. Just climb there.”

    Me: “There is a law, and besides, climbing there is dangerous without a ladder.”

    Manager: “So… are you going to do that work or not?”

    Me: “If that’s all the work you’ve got, then no.”

    Manager: “Then you’d better leave now. I’ll pay you the first two hours, and call [Recruiter] for someone else.” *mumbles some insults while I leave*

    (On my way home, I stop by the recruitment office and explain what’s happened. They agree with me and call the manager. He only says I refused to work. Again, I explain the work was not as promised. The recruiter hangs up and confirms me that tomorrow the company again needs one person. We agree on the kind of work, and next morning I go there again, 8:00 sharp.)

    Manager: “Oh no! Is it you again?”

    Me: “Um, yep. You have the right work for me, today?”

    Manager: “No! We only have order picking! Now are you going to work today or not?”

    Me: “Not if it’s picking orders from top shelves again. You promised [Recruiter] you would have packing work at the tables for me today.”

    Manager: “We have no such work these days! Now leave, before I have to pay you your first hour! And don’t come here again!”

    (The story at the recruitment company repeated itself, and no, I never went there again.)

    A Cent-less Argument

    , | Oran, FL, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Employees, Money

    (I am the next customer in line while this happens. The customer in front of me is a mother, with three kids in tow.)

    Cashier: Your total is $17.08

    (The customer rummages through her purse, pulls out bills as well as change, and begins to count the change out on the counter for the cashier, who sighs loudly and just generally looks annoyed.)

    Customer: “I’m eight cents short.”

    Cashier: “And what do you want me to do about it? You got any change in the car?”

    Customer: *hangs head down* “Yes. Let me go look.”

    (The customer goes out the car for at least two or three minutes.)

    Customer: “I only have four cents.”

    Cashier: “Well, I’m not having my drawer be short. You need to find the four cents or else you need to put something back.”

    Me: *takes a dollar bill out of my pocket, hands it to the cashier* “Just take it out of this.”

    (The cashier rolls her eyes and finishes the transaction, puts the change near her, and proceeds to ring up my transaction.)

    Me: “Just keep the change. You obviously need it more than me. You wouldn’t let your drawer be four cents short and you didn’t even attempt to give the change back.”

    Taking A Pregnant Pause On Menopause

    | SK, Canada | Bad Behavior, Employees, Health & Body

    (I am 29. I am at the doctor to have a pregnancy test, as I have previously had a false positive on a store-bought test and want to be absolutely sure this time. My regular doctor has unexpectedly been called away due to a family emergency, so I get sent to a doctor I’ve never seen at this clinic before.)

    Doctor: “What symptoms have you been having?”

    Me: “I’ve missed my last two periods, but other than that I haven’t noticed anything unusual. My husband and I haven’t been using any birth control, though.”

    Doctor: “Uh-huh. And why didn’t you just buy a test kit from the drugstore?”

    Me: “I’ve had false positives on those before, so I decided to just come straight here this time and find out for sure.”

    Doctor: *snotty tone* “You do know that when you reach a certain age, you stop menstruating, right? It’s called menopause.”

    Me: *shocked by his tone* “Pardon?”

    Doctor: “MENOPAUSE. Your periods stop. It means you’re too old to bear children.”

    Me: “I— well, I don’t think I should be concerned about that just yet. Can I please just get the pregnancy test?”

    Doctor: “It can happen anytime after 40. You’re what, about 45, 46?”

    Me: “I’m 29!”

    Doctor: *rolls his eyes* “I don’t have time for that female vanity crap. I’d say you’re 45 if you’re a day.”

    Me: “I’m telling the truth. I’m 29. They have my date of birth on my patient file here.”

    Doctor: *looks at my file* “Well, you obviously gave them a false date of birth. I won’t report you, though. I know it can be hard to come to terms with aging, especially for women, but you really need to learn to deal with it.”

    Me: “I swear to you, that is my correct date of birth. I have my driver’s license here. I had to show it to the receptionist when I switched to this clinic.”

    (I pull out my wallet and hand the doctor my driver’s license.)

    Doctor: “Wow, this is pretty good! I had a friend in university who used to make fake IDs that were about as good as this.” *suddenly turns serious* “Now please, stop wasting time trying to tell me you’re younger than you are.”

    Me: *close to tears by this point* “Could you please just do the test now?”

    Doctor: “It would be pointless. My advice is to ask the receptionist for some pamphlets on menopause, make an appointment with a gynecologist, and look into getting some counseling for this complex you have about getting older. I have other patients to attend to.”

    (I left, but not before letting the receptionist know what happened and scheduling an appointment for the following week with my regular doctor. When I went in for the second appointment, I found out that I was indeed pregnant. Six months later I was in the waiting room of the clinic while my husband got checked out for a sinus infection, when who should appear but the rude doctor! He saw my heavily pregnant self, recognized me, and proceeded to berate me about having children ‘at such an advanced age’ and told me that my child would almost certainly have a developmental disability or be stillborn!)

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