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    Work Is Driving Me Insane

    | England, UK | Coworkers, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful, Money, Tourists & Travel

    (I’m coming back from a business trip. I left very early two days ago, haven’t really slept, and arrive at two am. I am very tired and just want to get the two hour drive home over with.)

    Me: “Hi, I have a reservation for [Last Name].”

    Car Rental Assistant: “Oh, yes, I see it. It is a [Cheapest car the company could hire].”

    Me: “Uh, great. Is that what they booked?”

    Car Rental Assistant: “Sorry, yes.”

    Me: “Oh, well, here the company card.”

    Car Rental Assistant: “I’m sorry, that has been declined.

    Me: “What? Please try it again.”

    Car Rental Assistant: “No problem… It seems that the card is registered as stolen. Do you have another method of payment?”

    Me: “No, that can’t be. I arranged for this card for this very reason.”

    (I start to panic a little. No one will be at work for another six hours, I have very little in the bank, and my credit card is widely not accepted.)

    Me: “Please tell me you take [Credit Card].”

    Car Rental Assistant: “Hmm, I will have to check.”

    (She leaves the desk. It is dark, raining, and miles from home, when:)

    Car Rental Assistant: “Yes, we do, although I must admit we don’t get many of these, through.”

    (I thank her profusely, finally making my way home. The next day at work:)

    Me: “Can you tell me why the card is marked as stolen?”

    HR: “Oh, yeah, I meant to tell you. We renewed the card while you were away.”

    Me: “You do know you nearly stranded me at the airport?”

    HR: “Yeah, sorry. I can repay your costs?”

    (That wasn’t the first or last mistake she made: wrong hotels, cheapest flights at the most inconvenient times, and generally being useless. From then on I ensured that I booked everything myself.)

    Plainly Rude

    , | Brighton, England, UK | Employees, Food & Drink, Money

    (My mother gave me just enough money to get an ice-cream from the beach kiosk. Plain cones and cups were £1.50, waffle cones were £2.10.)

    Me: “Can I have one scoop of mint-chocolate chip in a plain cone please.”

    Sales Girl: *placing a filled waffle cone on top of the counter* “That’s £2.10.”

    Me: “Um, no, I asked for a plain cone.”

    Sales Girl: “We’ve run out of plain cones. We’ve only got waffle left. That’s £2.10.”

    Me: “You didn’t tell me that. I’ve only got £1.50.”

    Sales Girl: *shouting* “Well, I’m not going to waste this cone! Come on, £2.10, now!”

    Me: *near tears* “I haven’t got it!”

    (The girl scraped the ice cream out of the cone into a paper cup, then hurled the waffle cone into the bin.)

    Sales Girl: *grabbing my money* “Take that, and don’t ever come here trying to cheat me again! You kids, trying to get a free waffle cone! Push off!”

    Be The Change You Want To Give In The World

    , | NC, USA | At The Checkout, Money

    (On my way home from college, I’ve stopped at a popular sandwich chain for lunch. The cashier looks to be about my age.)

    Cashier: “That’ll be $8.28.”

    (I hand her a $10 bill, a quarter, and a dime. She takes her sweet time examining the coins, before pulling out a calculator.)

    Me: “…it’s just two dollars and seven cents.”

    Cashier: *after confirming on the calculator* “Oh, so it is!”

    (I worry about my generation.)

    Smacking Some Sense Into You

    | MO, USA | Coworkers, Criminal/Illegal, Money

    (I’m trying to collect money to buy a coworker a wedding gift. So far, many people have said they’ll give me money, but no one actually has. Note that I’m pretty clean cut: it’s a known fact that I don’t drink and I’m usually in bed by nine pm.)

    Me: “I understand it. I am kinda shifty looking.”

    Coworker: “Yeah, they’re afraid that you’ll run off with the money.”

    Me: “Yeah, I might take it buy smack.”

    (Engaged coworker walks by.)

    Coworker #2: “What are you two talking about?”

    Me: “How I’m going to buy drugs with your wedding gift money.”

    Coworker #2: “Sounds like you.”

    Eat, Pray, Quit

    | USA | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners, Money

    (I’m working at a skate park owned by a wealthy Christian woman. All the employees are Christian, including me and the deeply religious manager. I’m extremely poor and the owner is always a month late in paying her employees (even skipping a paycheck once), yet I’ve remained for over a year out of loyalty to the children who visit us from broken homes. Then this happens.)

    Manager: “[My Name], have you been eating properly? Hun, if you don’t have enough food, you better tell me. I can’t stand the thought of you going hungry.”

    Me: “I’m okay, since I’ve still got those cans of soup you gave me last time. But I really do need my paycheck…”

    Manager: *looks frustrated* “I know, hun. We all do.”

    (Suddenly, the owner comes into the skate park looking very excited.)

    Owner: “You two, come see! Come see what I bought!”

    (We follow her outside. There, parked in the driveway, is a brand new luxury vehicle.)

    Owner: “Isn’t it beautiful? [Husband] and I decided it was time for a new car and we’ve been eyeing this one for a while.”

    (The manager and I look at each other, and my manager’s expression is positively glacial.)

    Me: *to the owner* “It’s… nice.”

    Owner: “Thank you!”

    (More people come outside so the owner turns her attention to them. The manager and I go back indoors.)

    Me: “I’m quitting.”

    Manager: “Good. Get out of here. Find a job that will let you eat properly. I’ll be praying for you.”

    Me: “You’re a true Christian. May God bless you and your family.”

    (I returned half a year later to check up on the park. Under new authority, the manager was now receiving a steady paycheck.)

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