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    Plucking An Answer Out Of The Air

    | Orlando, FL, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Employees, Tourists & Travel, Transportation

    (I have just finished visiting my friends and have arrived at the airport for my return flight to Washington Dulles. I get up to the airline greeter who is standing at the entrance of the line.)

    Greeter: *rudely* “Sir, you need to place that carry-on in this slot to confirm the size.”

    Me: “Oh, this is my return trip, I already know it fits.”

    Greeter: “That doesn’t matter. Put the bag in.”

    (I do as asked.)

    Greeter: *shocked* “It fits. Where are you flying to?”

    Me: “D.C.”

    Greeter: *scoffs* “There are two airports in D.C. We only fly to one of them.”

    Me: *shocked look* “Washington Dulles.”

    Greeter: “That is the one we fly to.”

    (As I am walking away to go to the counter I turn around.)

    Me: “There are actually three airports in the D.C. area.”

    (I got better service from the TSA agents!)

    Worried About Being Put To Bed With A Shovel

    | Detroit, MI, USA | Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests

    (I am 15 years old. It is a Sunday morning, and the clinic is closed. I have to go in to feed the dogs and let them outside. It had snowed about a foot overnight, so my boss has left me a note asking me to shovel the parking lot. I am letting the dogs out when he arrives. Note that this isn’t the best neighborhood.)

    Boss: “Hey, [My Name], why didn’t you shovel?”

    Me: “Hey, [Boss]. I was letting dogs out and feeding them first. I figured I’d shovel once I’m done.”

    Boss: “I wanted you to shovel before I got here.”

    Me: “I didn’t realize you were coming in today. I’ll get on it once I get the dogs inside.”

    Boss: “Ugh, fine.”

    (We have a lot of dogs, so it takes me quite a while to let the dogs out and then back in. By the time I am done, my boss has gone home. I am about to start shoveling the snow when I see a large man picking through the garbage outside. Being a small, young girl, I am afraid to go outside on my own with this man there. I call my boss to explain the situation.)

    Me: “Hey, [Boss], I’m having kind of a weird situation here.”

    Boss: “It couldn’t be handled while I was there?”

    Me: “No. There’s a big guy standing outside of the clinic in the parking lot. Would it be okay if I called someone to come help me shovel? You know: safety in numbers.”

    Boss: “Just shovel! He’ll probably go away when he sees you.”

    Me: “I’m just kind of uncomfortable with this situation. He looks kind of sketchy.”

    Boss: “No, I’m not paying two people to be there! Just do your job!”

    Me: “Would you let your 15-year-old daughter shovel snow by herself in Detroit when there’s a creepy-looking man picking through the garbage?”

    Boss: “Of course not!”

    Me: “Then would you let me call [Coworker] to come help me?”

    Boss: “No! Ugh, you’re just being lazy. Just wait until he goes away and then shovel.”

    (After I hung up, I sat waiting for the man to go away for about a half hour, but he wouldn’t leave. I ended up calling my parents. They both came to the clinic. Once they arrived, the man went away. My parents didn’t like the idea of a 15-year-old being alone in such a neighborhood and ended up helping me shovel the parking lot and the sidewalk in front of the building. My boss to this day does not understand why I was scared.)

    Failing At A Pass

    | UK | Crazy Requests, Employees, Transportation

    (I am on my bus to work. I show the driver my bus pass. On the bus pass there is a pattern around the edges. My finger is covering some of the pattern.)

    Bus Driver: “Fingers!”

    Me: “Pardon?”

    Bus Driver: “Fingers!”

    Me: “I’m sorry?”

    Bus Driver: “Take your fingers off the pass!”

    (Although they weren’t covering anything important, this driver REALLY needed to see the pattern.)

    Unscripted Management

    | Vancouver, BC, Canada | Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests

    (I was never too fond of answering the phone at my workplace. It’s usually the cashiers’ job, and I never bothered to learn the proper protocol. The phone happens to be ringing one day, and no cashiers were present to answer the call.)

    Me: “Hello, [Store].”

    (I recognize the voice on the line. It’s my manager.)

    Manager: “Who am I speaking to?!”

    Me: “Oh, hi, [Manager].”

    Manager: “You don’t answer the phone like that! Follow the proper script!”

    Me: “Okay, sorry.”

    (Once again, answering the phone normally isn’t my job, so I thought nothing of it. A couple of days later, the phone rings again, and I’m the only one left to answer it again.)

    Me: “[Store]. How can I help you?”

    Manager: “I told you not to answer the phone like that! Start practicing the script!”

    Me: “Oh, yikes. Hi, [Manager].”

    Manager: “Do that again, and I’ll write you up!”

    (He seems pretty serious, so I actually practice the script, in the unlikely event that the phone would ring again when no one else is available. By some stroke of luck, the phone rings again about a week later, with no one to pick it up.)

    Me: “Thank you for calling [Store] located in [Location]. This is [My Name] speaking. How may I be of assistance today?”

    Manager: “What the f***?! When did we start using pre-recorded messages?!” *hangs up*

    (I’ve given up. When the phone rings and no one is there to answer, I walk away from it, like everyone else has been doing.)

    Pink Eye Or The Pink Slip

    , | USA | Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests, Food & Drink, Health & Body, Top

    (I have recently come down with pink eye, which is very contagious. Since I work around food and people all day, I decide it’s best to call into work. The lunch manager tells me I’m not allowed to call in or she’ll have me fired, so I decide to wear an eye patch to work instead. About ten minutes after I clock in, the morning manager notices me.)

    Morning Manager: “[My Name], what’s wrong with your eye?”

    Me: “Oh, I have pink eye.”

    (The manager and any nearby employees leap back from me like I have the plague.)

    Morning Manager: “Why didn’t you call in? That’s contagious! You’re not allowed to work in that condition!”

    Me: “But [Lunch Manager] said she’d have me fired if I didn’t show up.”

    Morning Manager: “No. Don’t touch anything and get your things. I will clock you out myself. Go home, get some rest, and don’t you dare step back into this store until you have recovered. I will deal with [Lunch Manager].”

    (When I eventually got back to work I was not in trouble. But as punishment for making me come in, the lunch manager was forced to clean and sanitize everything I had touched that morning. At least she never threatened to fire me for calling in sick again!)

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