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  • Penny Whys, Pound Sterling Foolish

    | Toronto, ON, Canada | Employees, Ignoring/Inattentive, Money

    (I’m about to go to the UK on holiday. I go to my bank to get British Pound Sterling.)

    Me: “Hello, do you have any British Pound Sterling?”

    Teller #1: “Um, let me see.” *checks* “The computer says we have £70. Is that okay?”

    Me: “Sure, I’ll take it. Do know if you have a way of checking if another branch as any pounds?”

    Teller #1: “Sure, just let me finish your first request.”

    (Teller #1 goes to Teller #2 for keys. Teller #2 looks at me with a sad and frustrated look and comes over.)

    Teller #2: “Are you sure you want the pound?”

    Me: “Yes, why? I’m going to the UK.”

    Teller #2: “Well, the pounds we have can not be used in the UK. Do you want the Euro instead? We can get you the Euro.”

    Me: “Um, no. I’m going to England; I needed the pound. They use the pound, so the euro would not work. What is wrong with the pounds you have?”

    Teller #2: “The pounds we have look different than the ones we’ve had before, so they can’t be used in England. Besides, the Euro is accepted there.”

    Me: “The UK uses the pound; it’s 1000 years old. They are not giving it up for the Euro. It’s a very British thing. I don’t want the Euro. I’ll take my chances with what you have.”

    Teller #2: “We can give you the money, but don’t come complaining to us when you want to return the pound when you get back we’re no longer accepting the currency.”

    Me: “Can I please just have my money and I’ll worry about the currency when I’m in the UK? Thank you.”

    (Teller #2 scoffs at me and leaves to get the money. Teller #1 returns to hand it to me.)

    Teller #1: “Here is your £70 and a list of the banks that have the pound in our area, but it doesn’t look like a lot. If you need anymore, will give you the Euro.”

    Me: “Again, I’ll take my chances. I know there is nothing wrong with the pound. Thanks.”

    Teller #1: *patronizing tone* “If you say so… good luck on your trip.”

    (I go to other branches to collect more pounds, and am met by more disgruntled behaviour and tellers pushing me to use the Euro. The pounds that “would not be accepted” were from Northern Ireland and all accepted. Long live the Pound!)

    You Get What You Don’t Pay For

    | Raleigh, NC, USA | Coworkers, Money

    (I work as a graphic artist for a large company. The vast majority of my job is fulfilling requests for screen graphics, print items, web ads and whatnot.)

    Me: “You’ve made a personal request through the system. I’m sorry, but we only handle [company]-related items. We can’t take requests for non-work related stuff.”

    Co-worker: “But you’ve done stuff like this in the past.”

    Me: “If my boss approves it, and we’re not busy, we do, but lately the hammer has come down and we can’t make anything for anybody that isn’t work-related. We used to do this more often, but then it got abused, so we had to stop completely. Also, you used the work request submission form, so my boss has seen the email too and will not be okay with the personal request coming through that way.”

    Co-worker: “Well, that’s just great. What am I supposed to do now?”

    Me: “Pay a graphic artist privately for the thing you need?”

    Co-worker: “Why would I do that?!”

    This Rep’s Number Is Up

    | Australia | Bad Behavior, Employees

    (I’ve recently gotten my first mobile. However, a bank company has been calling me on and off for five days.)

    Representative: “Is Mr. [name] speaking?”

    Me: “Does my voice really sound like a ‘mister’ to you?”

    Representative: “I don’t have TIME for this! Where’s your dad hiding?!”

    Me: “I don’t know who gave you my number, but this is my personal mobile. My father does not use your bank.”

    Representative: “Oh, okay, we’ll call back when he’s available.” *click*

    (A day later, the same representative calls.)

    Representative: “Hello, is Mr. [name] there?”

    Me: “No. I don’t know him, I am not at all related to him, and I’m sorry to say that this is the sixth time you’ve called this number and it will not change the fact  that it’s mine.”

    Representative: “Listen up, kid. This is Mr. [name]‘s number, and I don’t CARE if he’s in trouble; we NEED to reach him. I suggest you take your f***ing bad-a** attitude SOMEWHERE ELSE, because we KNOW he uses this number. He gave it to us!”

    Me: “I’m very sorry, sir, but I’m most certainly not the man you’re looking for. I’m a 15-year-old studying at [college], not Mr. [name]. I don’t have a bank account with anyone yet.”

    Representative: “Cut the crap and get him on the phone NOW!”

    Me: “Sorry, what was your name again? Didn’t catch it. And could you transfer me to your supervisor? ”

    (He gives me his name and transfers me. Thankfully, the supervisor not only gets the representative on the phone to apologise, but also later calls me back to let me know the representative was calling a random number—mine—to cover up for his own father!)

    Please Go(od) Away

    | USA | Employees, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I am looking for a Traffic Officer at a subway station to ask a question about their service. I finally hunt one down and I approach her. It’s been a long day and while I am annoyed and tired, I have a smile on my face.)

    Me: “Good evening, how are you?”

    Officer: “Good, you?”

    Me: “Good—”

    (Before I can ask my question, she interrupts.)

    Officer: “Good.”

    Me: “Good—”

    Officer: “Good.”

    Me: “Good—”

    Officer: “Good! Thanks for the chat. Have a great evening!”

    (She then turns around and walks away.)

    Me: “…Good?”

    Eye Of Noob And Toe Of Error Logs

    | Chattanooga, TN, USA | Bosses & Owners, Extra Stupid, Technology, Themed Giveaway

    (I am about to walk out of my office door to take a break. As I open the door one of the manufacturing managers is just standing there staring at me.)

    Manager: “Hey, you got a minute?”

    Me: “I was about to take a break, but sure.”

    Manager: “Well, my computer is broken so you have to come and fix it.”

    Me: “What’s going on?”

    Manager: “The computer won’t wake up!”

    Me: “What all have you tried?”

    Manager: “I have been slamming on the keyboard keys for 20 minutes and nothing.”

    (I notice that the screen is black and decide to investigate. His desktop unit is located under his desk.)

    Me: “There, all fixed.”

    Manager: “What was it?!”

    Me: “It wasn’t turned on.”

    Manager: “Witchcraft!”

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