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    Networking Notworking

    | Manchester, England, UK | Bizarre/Silly, Coworkers, Money

    (I work at a call center giving out coffee and tea to all the staff. I have one main friend who I hang out with every now and then. One day it came up about my job and why I can’t help but be so cheerful and happy all the time.)

    Coworker: “Just wondering, how much do you earn working here?”

    Me: “I’m on salary; I get just over £28K.”

    Coworker: *long pause* “Twenty eight grand?”

    Me: “Yes, mate. With this new pay rise it will be £30K at the end of the month.”

    Coworker: “I just about pull in two thirds that amount including commission. How on earth does a coffee boy make that much money?”

    Me: “I’m a qualified networks engineer and was hired to maintain the networks for the building. On my first day I was greeted by the company owner who immediately got me making the coffees. I have been here three years and he gives such high performance marks that HR gives me pay rises.”

    Coworker: “And you did not even think to tell the owner there was a mistake?”

    Me: “If you were me, would you?”

    Coworker: *long pause, then a wink* “You’re running low on biscuits.”

    Not Enough Bridges For This Water To Go Under

    | Lubbock, TX, USA | Employees, Ignoring/Inattentive, Money

    (I am 13 years old. The electric/water company has a monopoly over the entire city and has several members of the city council including the mayor sitting on their board of directors so they get to do pretty much anything they want without repercussions. It is November.)

    Caller: “This is [Caller] from [Company] letting you know that you have an overdue bill that needs to be paid immediately.”

    Mom: “I already paid the bill two days ago through your online services.”

    Caller: “Look, ma’am, I know times are hard but you really should just pay the bill.”

    Mom: “I told you. I have already paid the bill through your online service. I even made a screen shot for my personal records.”

    Caller: “Ma’am, you do realize that if you do not pay your bill we will be forced to shut off your electricity and water.”

    Mom: “Are you deaf or just stupid!? I have already told you several times: I. HAVE. ALREADY. PAID. THE. BILL.”

    Caller: “Is this [not our address]?”

    Mom: “NO! That’s on the other side of town from here.”

    Caller: “OH! I am sorry about that. I will get this fixed ASAP. Now, be sure to pay your bill on time.” *click*

    (January:)

    Mom: “Yes, I would like to make a complaint.”

    Customer Service Rep: “Okay, and what seems to be the problem?”

    Mom: “My bill is outrageous this month. There is no way we used this much electricity.”

    Customer Service Rep: “Well, ma’am, there are several different ways that you can lower your monthly bill just by conserving energy.”

    Mom: “The issue is, your meter-reader didn’t do his job. Not that he ever has, for that matter.”

    Customer Service Rep: “Ma’am, we take pride in our business and everyone here—”

    Mom: “We were gone for two weeks while on vacation out of state and during that time everything in the house was off. We even went outside and shut off our water to make sure nothing could be left dripping. The bill is triple what it was last month. Do I have to explain to you why it isn’t physically possible for us to use triple the amount of electricity and water we normally use in a month in just two weeks?”

    Customer Service Rep: “Uh… I’ll send another meter-reader out.” *click*

    Mom: “Yeah, ‘cause he obviously did such a wonderful job last time!”

    (It is now February, and my mom comes up to me, fuming.)

    Mom: “Can you f****** believe this? The bill is triple again! I just came in from looking at both of our meters and they were no where near what it says on here.”

    Me: *looking at bill* “Uh, Mom? That’s our name but the address on here is wrong.”

    Mom: “WHAT?! Let me see that!”

    Me: *handing it to her* “In fact I am pretty sure that’s the bartender’s house down the street.”

    Mom: “That’s exactly who it is! They’re sending us his bill. WHAT THE F***?! I bet that little jerk is getting our bill and laughing all the way to the bank.”

    (April:  I get off the school bus to see a truck parked in our yard. Not the driveway, the yard, right in the middle of our flower bed. A man and a woman are messing around with our meter. I think nothing of it because I know some of the other streets in our neighborhood have gotten new meters. I go to use the keypad to open the garage door. It is pouring rain.)

    Lady: *shouting* “It won’t work; the electricity is off!”

    Me: “Why is the electricity off?”

    Lady: “Your dad said that there was something wrong with your meter so we are replacing it.”

    Me: “My dad doesn’t live here. He isn’t even a resident of this city.”

    Lady: “Look, kid, that’s not funny, talking about your dad like that. Now, we can’t turn your electricity back on so the garage door isn’t going to work.”

    Me: “I was dead serious. My dad lives in Loop which is over an hour drive south of here.”

    Lady: “Well, whatever. Run along and get out of my way.”

    Me: “I don’t have another way to get inside. What am I supposed to do?”

    Lady: “You figure it out!”

    Me: “And isn’t it dangerous to be working with electricity out in the pouring rain? And what are you going to do about that Texas Sage you ran over? My mom is going to be furious when she sees that.”

    Lady: “Hey, kid. I’M the professional here not you, and if your dad didn’t want that plant run over he shouldn’t have put it there. Now run along. You’re only getting in the way.”

    (I had to sit on our porch for an hour before my younger brother got home and we went to his friend’s house a block away. His friend’s mom was kind enough to call my mother at work who was furious, to say the least. It turned out that it was the barkeeper’s meter that was broken, not ours, and they had gotten the addresses mixed up AGAIN. It has been six years and NOTHING has improved. If anything the company has only gotten worse. There has even been a Facebook page made for people that have gotten sick of their crap.)

    A Cent-less Argument

    , | Oran, FL, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Employees, Money

    (I am the next customer in line while this happens. The customer in front of me is a mother, with three kids in tow.)

    Cashier: Your total is $17.08

    (The customer rummages through her purse, pulls out bills as well as change, and begins to count the change out on the counter for the cashier, who sighs loudly and just generally looks annoyed.)

    Customer: “I’m eight cents short.”

    Cashier: “And what do you want me to do about it? You got any change in the car?”

    Customer: *hangs head down* “Yes. Let me go look.”

    (The customer goes out the car for at least two or three minutes.)

    Customer: “I only have four cents.”

    Cashier: “Well, I’m not having my drawer be short. You need to find the four cents or else you need to put something back.”

    Me: *takes a dollar bill out of my pocket, hands it to the cashier* “Just take it out of this.”

    (The cashier rolls her eyes and finishes the transaction, puts the change near her, and proceeds to ring up my transaction.)

    Me: “Just keep the change. You obviously need it more than me. You wouldn’t let your drawer be four cents short and you didn’t even attempt to give the change back.”

    Internal Affairs

    | Paris, France | Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests, Money

    (I don’t get along with my boss and so I leave an (unpaid) internship. About two months later, I get a call.)

    Ex-Boss: “YOU! You better give me my money back or I’ll go to the police!”

    Me: “Wait, what? What are you talking about?”

    Ex-Boss: “Don’t play innocent! You know what you did!”

    Me: “On my mother’s life, on both my parents’ life, I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about!”

    Ex-Boss: “You used my home phone to call Southeast Asia for hours! It’s going to cost me hundreds in phone bills!”

    Me: “WHAT?! WHY on Earth would I call Southeast Asia? I know no one there!”

    Ex-Boss: “Just to spite me, of course! You didn’t like it here!”

    Me: “Doesn’t mea— Wait, wasn’t your cleaning lady on vacation at that time?”

    Ex-Boss: “Yeah, so?”

    Me: “And wasn’t she replaced by a woman from Southeast Asia, with a phone that could receive calls, but not make them?”

    Ex-Boss: “Well, I know it’s you!”

    (Eventually, it all died down. However, about two years later, she emailed me about a new (unpaid) position she had, saying that she remembered ‘how cordial our relationships were and how well we work together!’)

    There Is Such Thing As A Free Meal

    | NY, USA | Awesome Workers, Employees, Money, Tourists & Travel

    (I have an awful flight with multiple stop-overs, also requiring me to spend the night at an airport hotel, which I’ve pre-paid. Since I live in Canada I don’t have US dollars on me, while I also forget my credit card. I arrive at the hotel tired and extremely hungry since my last meal was over 24 hours ago and the airplane didn’t serve food.)

    Concierge: “Good evening. How are you?”

    Me: “I’m fine, thanks. You don’t happen to take Canadian dollars for room service, do you?”

    Concierge: “I’m sorry, but we don’t. You also won’t be able to change your money because it’s too late in the evening. Are you hungry?”

    Me: “Actually, I’m starving but I suppose I’ll have to tough it out.”

    Concierge: “Have you eaten today?”

    Me: “I haven’t, but I’ll just get something tomorrow morning.”

    Concierge: “No, that won’t do! Would you like my dinner? It’s only a microwave meal but better than nothing!”

    Me: “No, no, that’s fine! I can’t eat your dinner. You’re working!”

    Concierge: “My shift is almost over. Seriously, you can have it! It’s not a problem!”

    Me: “Well, if you’re sure about this I’d be very glad to accept your offer.”

    Concierge: “Absolutely! I’ll just get you checked in first and then I’ll see about that dinner.”

    (The concierge then proceeded to warm up her dinner in the staff microwave and even gave me her soda and an apple! It was one of the nicest things a stranger has ever done for me. I left a thank-you note with the day concierge when I left the next morning and I hope she knew how much I appreciated her kindness.)


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