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    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.)

    Server Got Served

    | TX, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (It’s been a long work day for my husband, brother-in-law, and me, so we hit up our favorite Tex-Mex restaurant. It’s Father’s Day weekend, so it’s on the verge of being full.)

    Greeter: *chewing gum* “Um, it’s gonna be, like, ten minutes.”

    Husband: “That’s fine. We can wait.”

    Me: “I expected a longer wait, honestly.” *as she’s about to walk away* “Um, don’t you want our name?”

    Greeter: *sighs and rolls her eyes* “Yeah, what’s your name?”

    Husband: “It’s [Last Name].”

    Greeter: “How many in your party?”

    Husband: “Just three of us.”

    Greeter: “Oh, only three? I guess we can sit you now.”

    (She sits us in the back by the kitchen, in a cramped booth. Most of the tables around us are dirty or the other customers have empty glasses and are looking around.)

    Me: “I have a bad feeling about this. Two of the tables don’t have drinks and one of them has an empty chip bowl. Where’s our server?”

    Husband: “Oh, no, I think we have the bad server from last visit!”

    Me: “I hope not.”

    Brother-In-Law: “Why? Who’s the bad server?”

    Me: “She served us last time. She barely gave us drinks and waited thirty minutes before coming for our food order, and then she didn’t bother with us the rest of the night. We had to ask passing servers for refills and any chips or tortillas. She was busy in the kitchen flirting with someone. [Husband], will you go ask who’s serving this area? It’s been nearly five minutes.”

    (My husband goes up front and is gone for another five minutes. In that time, we see a manager come in our area only to veer off to a large party’s table to flirt with some women.)

    Husband: *comes back with an unhappy look* “Yeah, we’re in her area. Have you seen her?”

    Me: “No, there’s been no one but that manager over there. It’s been nearly twenty minutes. I don’t think we’re going to get service.”

    Husband: “Do we want to go somewhere else?”

    Brother-In-Law: “Yeah, I think so. I don’t feel like waiting any longer.”

    Bad Server: *finally coming up as we’re about to leave* “Hi, sorry it took so long. It’s been busy around here.”

    Me: “We’ve been here twenty minutes. You haven’t been to any of your tables.”

    Bad Server: “Oh, yeah, well, they have me running other tables in the back, too.”

    Husband: “Actually, I saw you in the kitchen both times I passed talking to the same server.”

    Me: “I think we’ve all agreed we would rather eat somewhere else.”

    (As we leave, a lot of the same groups are sitting there looking supremely unhappy.)

    Greeter: “Thanks, have a nice night.”

    Me: “Oh, we will. We’re going somewhere that actually gives service.”

    (We went to another restaurant nearby, where we were given awesome service from the moment we stepped in. In gratitude for being quick on everything, we gave the guy a $20 as a tip.)

    Management: You’re Doing It Wrong

    | England, UK | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests

    (My boss knows I used to work for an inspection company and is trying to exploit that.)

    Boss: “Ring them up and get it done for next week.”

    Me: “Okay, I’ll try, but I know they are very busy and get booked up months in advance.”

    Boss: “Just get it done.”

    (I ring them up.)

    Me: *on phone* “Hi, it’s [My Name]. Do you have any spare slots for some work next week?”

    Receptionist: “Sorry, [My Name], we are booked solid for the next three months.”

    Me: “No problem; I figured as much. Please let me know of any cancellations.”

    (I hang up and go to tell my boss.)

    Me: “Sorry, boss, they are booked solid. They just don’t have anyone spare.”

    Boss: “No! You ring them up and tell them to do it.”

    Me: “Tell them to do it? They choose what work they want to do; they are a multi-million pound company. They won’t jump to my order.”

    Boss: “Just do it!”

    (I give up ring again and email all week. Thankfully, as I know the MD, he personally does the work for us despite everything.)

    Me: “Here are the results you wanted. They have colour-coded everything you asked for.”

    Boss: “Tell them to do this as well.”

    Me: “No.”

    Boss: “Do it.”

    Me: “No. The MD of the company did me a massive favour when they were exceptionally busy. If you want to order around someone far more senior than you, you ring him.”

    Boss: “I… err.”

    Me: “Besides, I happen to know he is off on holiday now.”

    Boss: *suddenly calm* “Okay then, [My Name], it doesn’t matter.”

    (And after that he was fine again, I’m still here nearly a year later, although I do have to have a go every once in a while when he blows up.)


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