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    The Signature Of A Bad Office

    | ON, Canada | Coworkers, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (It is the last week for our night person. My supervisor and I are some of the only people who ever see him, since we work until his shift starts, and the morning staff generally dislikes him for not doing his job right, even though he was only given two days of training before being put on nights by himself. A goodbye card appears on the counter.)

    Me: “Hey, guys, shouldn’t we all sign this?”

    Coworker #1: “I’ll sign it later.”

    Coworker #2: “I barely know the guy.”

    Supervisor: “I’ll sign it.”

    (The next day:)

    Me: “Hey, boss, shouldn’t you sign this? In fact, weren’t you the one who got this card for him?”

    Boss: “Yeah, I did. I’m busy now. Maybe later.”

    (The next day…)

    Me: “Does anybody want to sign this card?”

    Coworker #3: “I’ll sign it in a bit!”

    Me: “Thank you!”

    (He never does. Rinse and repeat until the night person’s final shift comes up.)

    Supervisor: “Here you go. It’s a goodbye card from all of us to you!”

    Night Person: “Thank you so much!”

    (He opens the card and sees that it only has two signatures in it. The look of shock and disappointment on his face was palpable. I honestly thought to tell my supervisor not to give it to him, but couldn’t muster up the courage. The next day…)

    Me: “So the night person got his goodbye card last night and it only had my and one other signature in it…”

    Coworker #1: “Oh, is it too late to sign it?”

    Not Thinking Inside The Box

    | Washington, DC, USA | Employees, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (My wife has a bad eye infection and after a trip to the doctor, we take her prescription for antibiotic eye-drops to a pharmacy to be filled. They tell us we can pick it up in an hour. A little more than an hour later I go back to pick it up.)

    Me: “Hi, I’m picking up a prescription for [Wife].”

    Pharmacist: “We don’t seem to have that here. When did you drop it off?”

    Me: “About an hour ago.”

    Pharmacist: “Oh, here’s the record… This won’t be ready for three days. We don’t have it here.”

    Me: “What? She has an infection and needs her medicine now, not three days from now. Why didn’t you tell us it would take so long when we dropped it off so we could go to another pharmacy?”

    Pharmacist: “Well, we just got the shipment in today, but we haven’t opened the boxes yet  to take out the medicine.”

    Me: “It takes three days to open a box?”

    Pharmacist: “Well, I guess if you want to wait 10 or 15 minutes, I can get it for you.”

    Me: “…Yes. Do that, please.”

    Pharmacist: *sighing* “Fine, I’ll go get it. I hate having to open the boxes.”

    Their Service Is Going Down (Under)

    | Flagstaff, AZ, USA | Employees, Food & Drink, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (My father, brother and I are on a trip across the states, doing our best to try as many burgers and local beers as we can. We go to a restaurant for some dinner and some beers. We are all 21 or above.)

    Server: “Can I get you guys started with any drinks?”

    Dad: “Sure, we’ll get three [Craft Beer].”

    Server: “Okay! Can I just see some ID from you two first?” *looking at me and my brother*

    Both Of Us: “Sure.” *hands him our Australian ID which we have been using everywhere without fail thus far*

    Server: “Oooohhh, since this is a college town, we only accept American identification.”

    Dad: “But… we aren’t American.”

    Server: “Yeah… do you have any other ID?”

    Dad: “Well, our hotel is just across the parking lot. We could just go get our passports.”

    Server: “Are they American passports?”

    All Of Us: “No…”

    Server: “Yeaaahh… then I can’t use that either.”

    Dad: “So, let me get this straight. We can enter the country and get through Homeland Security with these passports… but we can’t buy a bloody beer in Flagstaff? Is that right?”

    Server: *with a large grin across his face* “Yep!”

    Dad: “Do you realise how stupid that is?”

    Server: “I don’t think so. We get a lot of fake IDs in a college town.”

    Dad: “Has anyone ever come in here with an Australian license, paired with an accent?”

    Server: “No…”

    (Needless to say, we had all the free refills of Dr. Pepper to wash down the most disgusting chicken wings we have ever tasted. The server later approached us as we were leaving.)

    Server: “Hey guys, I’m really sorry about the whole ID thing. If you’re in town at five pm tomorrow I’d be happy to buy you guys a beer.”

    Dad: “Thanks, [Server], I do appreciate that. But how will we all get a beer if we don’t have American IDs?”

    Server: “Good point.” *looks at shoes*

    (The next night we went to a brewery/grill on the other side of town, and got served beers all night.)

    “Please” Just Get Yourself Fired

    | NY, USA | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners, Employees, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I’m at a local baseball stadium with my family. Throughout the first five innings, we’ve been getting increasingly annoyed, because an out-of-state summer-camp bought up all the seats around ours, and the kids have been a nightmare. They’re all running around, throwing things; some of which hit us, standing up in front of us and making us miss plays because we can’t see, etc. Their counselors aren’t doing anything. Finally, we decide to go to the office and ask if someone can talk to the counselors and control the kids, or at least move our seats. There is an employee at the office, who looks to be a rather disgruntled 20-something.)

    Me: “Hi, sorry to bother you but we really could use a hand with the camp-kids. They’re out of control.”

    Employee: “Oh. Well, I can’t do anything.”

    Me: “You can’t do anything?”

    Employee: *sighing and clearly not wanting to do his job* “Nope. Sorry. Ain’t happening.”

    Me: “Well, can we at least move seats?”

    Employee: “Nope. There’s no other seats I could switch you to.”

    (This is a flat-out lie. About half the stadium is empty.)

    Me: “Uhhh, that’s not true at all.”

    Employee: “Ehhh… not in my opinion.”

    Me: “Look, would you move us or have someone talk to the counselors for the camp? We’ve been hit with food and souvenirs they’re throwing around, they’re constantly screaming and giving us a headache, and they’ve even been standing in front of us and making us miss plays in the game. We paid for tickets to the game, not tickets for some kids to annoy us constantly.”

    Employee: “No, I won’t do that.”

    Me: “Why’s that?”

    Employee: “You didn’t say ‘please.’ And I don’t have to do anything for you because it’s not my f****** problem.”

    Me: *taken aback* “Excuse me? I don’t appreciate being talked to like that. Get me a manager.”

    Employee: *smirk, sarcastic tone* “No, you said it wrong. It’s ‘Please get me a manager’…”

    Me: *now angry* “If you don’t like your job, then quit and let someone else who would actually appreciate it have it! Don’t be snarky to me. Get me a manager, now!”

    Employee: “Fine!”

    (He called for a manager, but the manager was busy. He snidely told us it would be “a while” before the manager would come. We ended up leaving because it took way too long, and we missed most of the game waiting for someone to see us. We ended up writing to the management and getting a full refund, and were later informed that the employee was immediately terminated after our complaint – one of several that day – was reviewed. Thank god for that.)

    Car Repair Despair

    | Denver, CO, USA | Employees, Lazy/Unhelpful, Transportation

    (It is winter, and we notice our car is having trouble starting, despite being a newer model. We decide that eventually the bad weather could possibly damage our car further, so my mom calls our usual repair shop.)

    Mom: “Hi, my name is [Mom], and our car is a 2012 [Model and Brand]. We’re noticing that it’s starting to have troubles starting up, and we’re thinking it may get worse as the cold increases. We’re wondering if we can come in to get it checked out.”

    Representative: “Hi, [Mom]! Yes, I can see if I can schedule an appointment for you! Unfortunately, I’m a little backed up on the phone right now, but I can call you back in an hour at the most to get a spot sorted out!”

    (My mom agrees, so the representative hangs up promising to call back later. A day goes by, and no call back. My mom leaves a message.)

    Mom: *via message* “Hi, this is [Mom] calling! I called yesterday concerning a visit with my car, which is [Model and Brand], and was promised a call back. I did not get one, and was hoping you can call me back soon! Thanks!”

    (Keep in mind, my mom was polite and calm, thinking this was just a small mistake. We still get no call back, and my mom sends the same message. After a week, we get no call backs. Finally, we call a different repair shop who manage to get an appointment the day after the call! Our car is fixed, and we get awesome service from the mechanics that turn them into our usual repair shop. A year later, my mom gets a call…)

    Representative: “Hi, [Mom]! I’m calling about an appointment we can make for your car!”

    Mom: “Um… check the date on the messages I sent you…”

    Representative: *confused* “It says you sent them over a year ago.”

    Mom: “Exactly…”

    Representative: “So… concerning your car repair?”

    (My mom hung up, and we never called that repair shop again.)

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