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    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.)

    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.)


    (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.)

    That’s A Resignation For The Books

    | MA, USA | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners

    (For eight years I have worked part-time at a bookstore, despite being injured on the job, because I love books so much. I’m not exactly a people person, though. Our latest store manager has had it in for me ever since she showed up, and I’ve been stressed out of my mind for over two years. I take advantage of the departure of the only remaining good manager to put in my two weeks’ notice.)

    Store Manager: “Hey, [My Name], is this letter for real?”

    Me: “Yes. My last shift will be [date].”

    Store Manager: “And the bit here about ‘taking care of my physical and mental health’ – is that for real, or are you just being dramatic?”

    Me: “You’ve just made my point for me.”

    (I’m a little more broke but a lot more sane now!)

    He Swore It Was On Aisle Three

    | Cordova, TN, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Language & Words

    (I am looking for something in the organic section. I am in the store at around 12:15 am. I walk up to a night stocker.)

    Me: “Can you tell me where to find organic coconut oil?”

    Him: “That mother-f***** is going to be on aisle three.”

    (I walked away dumbfounded, headed to aisle three, and finally found it on aisle five.)

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