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    Fired Beyond Reason

    | Bath, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners

    (I am working at a small cafe over a shop around Christmas. After Christmas I get fewer and fewer shifts. One day I come in and find that I haven’t been allocated any shifts.)

    Me: “Hey, do you know why I haven’t been scheduled on at all this week?”

    Assistant Manager: “I don’t know. You’ll have to ask the manager but I’d guess it’s because we get less people after Christmas.”

    (I come in two weeks in a row to find I have no shifts still. On the third week, I see that my name has been taken off the rota.)

    Me: “My name isn’t on here at all.”

    Assistant Manager: “Really?”

    Me: “Am I fired?”

    Assistant Manager: “I don’t know. Come in tomorrow. [Manager] is in on the afternoon.”

    (I come in the next day. Manager is there, sorting out the stock room.)

    Me: “Hey, [Manager]. My name isn’t on the rota anymore. Is there a reason for that? Have I been let go?”

    Manager: “Um… yes.”

    Me: “Can I ask why?”

    Manager: “We just don’t need you right now.”

    Me: “Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been coming in for the last three weeks to check my shifts.”

    Manager: “I’m telling you now, aren’t I?”

    (The next day I get a phone call from a frustrated former coworker. She says she’s run off her feet and that it’s ridiculous that I’ve been fired, since they didn’t have enough cafe staff in the first place. She also tells me that there is already a sign outside advertising for cafe staff. So I decide to ask the manager again, via email.)

    Me: “Hi, [Manager]. I’m just writing to clarify for my records why it is you fired me.”

    Manager: “Your hours didn’t fit with ours.”

    Me: “Well, that’s an actual reason. Why didn’t you say that before?”

    Manager: “I thought I did.”

    Me: “You said you didn’t need me anymore. Have I done something wrong? I’d like to know.”

    Manager: “No.”

    (I still talk to my former coworker. Apparently the turnover rate of staff is really high, because the manager keeps firing people without reason. Unfortunately I never signed a contract, but I get a little bit of joy whenever I pass the shop to still see them advertising for staff.)

    Should Have Built On A Stronger Foundation

    | UK | Bad Behavior, Employees, Health & Body

    (My friend and I are out shopping for makeup together. We decide to go into this store to check if they still have the same foundation she likes to use. We are quite happy browsing alone, but a shop assistant approaches us.)

    Assistant: “Hi, girls, found everything you’re looking for?”

    Friend: “Actually, I was just wondering if you still had this foundation?”

    Assistant: “Oh, you don’t want that. It’s moisturising.”

    Friend: “Yes, I know. I use it a lot and wanted to check if you still had it. I have very dry skin.”

    Assistant: “No! You’re a teenager and you have blemishes. Moisturiser will just make your skin even greasier! Come over, I’ll show you our special range for oily skin.”

    Friend: “No, it’s fine…”

    (The assistant literally grabs hold of my friend’s hand and leads her over to their most expensive range of foundation.)

    Assistant: “Now these will dry out the oil on your skin. Stop all those oily spots you have!”

    Friend: “My skin isn’t oily. It’s actually really dry. That’s why I have these spots! I just want the foundation I always have. That’s all!”

    Assistant: “But you’re a teenager! Teenagers always have greasy skin! And look at you, you’re really spotty! That’s typical teenager symptoms. You NEED to have this foundation!”

    Friend: “Actually, we’ll just leave. Those are too expensive for me anyway. Thanks for the… um… help.”

    Assistant: “Don’t walk away from me! You’re spotty! You need this!”

    Me: “Thanks, but no…”

    Assistant: “Well, you teenagers should get a d*** job! At least you’d be able to afford decent makeup!”

    (We left without buying anything.)

    Putting Her House In Order

    | Bristol, CT, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Rude & Risque

    (I often got calls from telemarketers at all hours. This was one of my favorite exchanges.)

    Telemarketer: “Hi! We’re conducting a survey today. Can I please speak to the male head of household?”

    Me: “I’m sorry. It’s just me here”

    Telemarketer: “And when will the male head of household be home?”

    Me: “There isn’t one. It’s just me here.”

    Telemarketer: “And you’re the head of household?”

    Me: “Ma’am, it’s 2011. I am the head of my own household. I rented this house on my own, I pay my own bills, and it sounds crazy but I do all the purchasing for anything I need in the house. I also, ya know, have a job.”

    Telemarketer: “Well, you don’t have to be so rude about it. I just want to speak to the male head of household!”

    Me: “AGAIN, I am the head of my own household so unless you want to speak to me, we’re done here.”

    Telemarketer: “Oh, you’re unmarried and alone?”

    Me: “Okay, good bye.”

    Very Bad Reception, Part 11

    | Wales, UK | Bad Behavior, Coworkers, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I am junior executive of a solicitor company. Despite being one of the top firms in the UK we are also one of the cheapest with a reputation of taking almost any case, despite being no-win/no-fee in order to help out people who usually wouldn’t be able to afford legal aid.)

    Receptionist: *over intercom* “Miss [My Name], there is a very strange man here asking for you. Should I call security?”

    Me: “No, it’s okay. I’ll come down.”

    (I go to the front to see my boyfriend standing there, looking irritated.)

    Receptionist: “This man is insisting on talking with you. I told him that he has no business here.”

    Me: *to Receptionist* “This is my boyfriend. He’s here to take me to lunch.”

    (My boyfriend smirks as we leave. During lunch my boyfriend tells me how rude the receptionist was to him: that she was telling him he had no business there and that he wouldn’t be able to afford legal aid. My boyfriend is in no way scruffily dressed, but we don’t talk to our clients like that, anyway. I decide to talk to receptionist when I return to hear her side of the story. When I return there is an angry looking man standing by the receptionist.)

    Receptionist: “I’m sorry, sir, I can’t help you.”

    Client: “This is ridiculous. I want to speak to someone in charge.”

    Receptionist: “That’s not possible. I’m sorry. You have to leave.”

    Me: “[Receptionist], what’s going on?”

    Receptionist: “Nothing, this man was just leaving.”

    Me: “Okay? Do you want to take lunch now?”

    (The receptionist gets up to leave, smirking at the client. When she’s out the door I turn to the client.)

    Me: “I am junior partner here. Is there something I can help with?”

    Client: “Yes. I can her hoping to make a claim, but that woman said that you don’t help my kind here and that I wouldn’t be able to afford you guys, and that you don’t help tramps. That’s disgusting behavior.”

    Me: “I absolutely agree. We’ll have a look at your case for you and determine a course of action. The legal advice is, of course, free for your troubles. We will be having words with our staff shortly, I assure you.”

    (It turned out the man had quite an important case that won himself a huge payout and was our biggest case of the year. The receptionist denied everything, but after two more complaints, one from the senior partner’s wife saying that she was called a whore, the receptionist was gone.)

    Related:
    Very Bad Reception, Part 10
    Very Bad Reception, Part 9
    Very Bad Reception, Part 8

    A Lack Of Military Intelligence

    | Seattle, WA, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink

    (I am a female active duty sailor, eating out with my boyfriend. As I order a drink with our meal I give the waitress my military ID to verify my age.)

    Waitress: “Is this a joke?”

    Me: “Excuse me?”

    Waitress: “Do you think I’m stupid? This can’t be real!”

    Me: “Um, no, it’s real. Why wouldn’t it be?”

    Waitress: “My boyfriend is in the Marines. I know women aren’t allowed to be active duty! This is a fake. You’re probably trying to scam a military discount out of us.”

    Me: “No, women aren’t allowed in spec-ops or on submarines yet, but there’s a f***-ton of us in other jobs. I’m an engineer on a carrier and that is NOT fake. Give it back. I’ll just use my driver’s license.”

    Waitress: “No can do.”

    (She proceeds to whip a massive pair of shears out of her apron and cut my ID in half.)

    Me: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

    (A manager that hears me yell comes over immediately.)

    Manager: “What’s the problem here?

    Me: “Your waitress just cut my military ID in half because, apparently, women can’t serve.”

    Manager: “Oh, my god. I’m very sorry, ma’am. Your meal is on us tonight.” *he glares at the waitress* “My office. Now.”

    (The waitress got chewed out and we got coupons towards another meal on top of free food. Both my boyfriend and my division officer thought the whole thing was hilarious.)


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