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    Intern-al Conflict

    | GA, USA | Bosses & Owners, Lazy/Unhelpful, New Hires

    (Just a couple months into starting a new position at a new company, my boss cuts half my staff without telling me.)

    Boss: “I know you’re essentially the entire department right now, but we’re going to set up some interns for this summer and fall.”

    Me: “Well, that’s something, at least. I’ll need someone who can take the station vehicle to go cover events.”

    Boss: “Can’t do it. We can’t put them on our insurance, and I won’t pay their gas money.”

    Me: “Okay… then I’ll use them to fill in on-air for when me or [coworker] is out.”

    Boss: “Nope. No interns on air. Full time employees only.”

    Me: “Um… well, since you got rid of my night news guy, then I’ll just have them post stories on the website overnight so we can have fresh content in the morning.”

    Boss: “Nope. Interns can only work until 4:30. No later.”

    Me: “So you cut my entire staff, and you’re going to replace them with interns that can’t do a single thing that the former employees did?”

    Boss: “Yeah… what’s the problem?”

    Me: “Just… never mind. I don’t need any interns then.”

    (I come back from vacation to find out that I now have to ‘manage’ two interns that cannot do anything I need them to do.)

    Be The Change If You Want To See The Change

    | Madison, WI, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Math & Science, Money

    (My aunt and I are at a craft store buying fabric. She checks out without incident, and I am helped by the same cashier immediately after her.)

    Cashier: “Your total is $20.97.”

    (I hand the cashier $21, and she gives me twelve cents back, instead of the three cents I should have received. Confused, I look at the small screen on the credit card machine which shows that the total is $20.97 before tax and $22.12 after tax.)

    Me: “Oh, I haven’t given you enough money. Take these 12 cents back, and here’s $2. That makes $23 that I’ve given you.”

    (I put out my hand to give her the $2 and take the change, but she just stares at me.)

    Cashier: “But you gave me $22.”

    Me: “No, I gave you $21, and now I’m giving you $2 more, so you owe me 88 cents in change.”

    Cashier: “But you gave me $22. The total was $22.12 and you gave me $22, so I gave you 12 cents.”

    (My aunt steps in and takes the $2 from my hand, and gives the cashier $1.12, meaning the cashier does not owe us any change.)

    Aunt: “Here, take this. Now you don’t owe us anything. Your drawer will be correct when you count it.”

    Cashier: “But, you gave me $22, and I gave you twelve cents!”

    Me: “Trust me, it’s all correct now. Just give me the receipt please.”

    (The cashier reluctantly gives me the receipt. We turn to leave.)

    Cashier: “Wait! You gave me 12 cents!”

    So Hot You Get Fired

    , | Tulsa, OK, USA | Bosses & Owners, Health & Body

    (The restaurant I work in is currently understaffed, and it makes it difficult to even find time to use the bathroom, let alone take an actual break. I start doubling over and feel pretty sick over the course of a week. After about a week, and still not feeling well, I take my temperature before work one morning, and it is 102 degrees. I decide to at least go in and help get things set up for breakfast. I let the opening shift manager know I’m not feeling well, and will be going to the hospital when the next person comes on shift. She says she needs to let the store manager know the situation.)

    Shift Manager: “Okay, so, I have no problem letting you go do what you need to do, but he says if you leave, you’re fired.”

    Me: *blank stare* “Well, then I guess I’m fired! I need to go to the hospital!”

    (Later that week, I go in to get my final paycheck, and the district manager is there.)

    District Manager: “What happened?! I know you wouldn’t just up and quit like that!”

    Me: “Yeah, the store manager told me that if I left, I was fired. I left, and turns out it was a kidney infection.”

    District Manager: “Oh! Well, I’m glad you’re better! I’ll be having a talk with him!”

    (I found out about a week later that the store manager was fired!)

    Call Of Duty: Misogynist Warfare, Part 4

    | Port Lincoln, SA, Australia | Bigotry, Employees, Technology

    (My older sister and I are buying ‘Ape Escape 3′ to play together. We go up to the counter and a worker I’ve never seen before is there.)

    Me: “Hi, could we please buy this? I also have [store reward card].”

    (I give him the game and card. He puts the game back where it was on the shelf.)

    Sister: “What are you doing?!”

    New Employee: “That game would be too hard for a couple of stupid girls like you.”

    (I am offended, as I love video games and I am intelligent.)

    Me: “Okay, I don’t want to deal with this. Is [employee I am friends with] here today?”

    New Employee: “Fine, but he will just say the same thing.”

    (The new employee gets my friend, and my sister gets the game again.)

    My Friend: “Why did you call me out here?”

    (The new employee explains what has happened.)

    My Friend: “Okay, let me get this straight: you aren’t letting [Me] and her sister buy a video game just because they’re girls?”

    (The new employee nods.)

    My Friend: “You idiot. [My Name] is a frequent buyer here! She loves RPG games like Dragon Quest, Pokémon and Ape Escape, so let her buy the d*** game!”

    (We get the game and take it home. A week later I go back to get ‘Dragon Quest VI,’ and I see that the new employee isn’t there. I ask my friend about it.)

    My Friend: “Yeah, apparently he did the same thing to heaps of other girls, and he even got an extra $300 from an old man who was buying a video game system for his grandson’s birthday. He got fired!”

    Call Of Duty: Misogynist Warfare, Part 3
    Call Of Duty: Misogynist Warfare, Part 2
    Call Of Duty: Misogynist Warfare

    Best To Work Your Own Hours

    | Essex, England, UK | Bosses & Owners, Math & Science, Money, Theme Of The Month

    (I have been working a few months in the cleaning department of a hospital. I am 18, and it is only my second ever job. The senior supervisor is going through my hours and pay for the next month.)

    Supervisor: “So, you worked Saturday and Sunday; that’s £10.50 an hour. £10.50 plus £10.50 is £21, so you should get £21.”

    Me: “Uh, no, that’s not right.”

    Supervisor: “Yes it is, look.” *begins typing it into calculator*

    Me: “No, that’s right, but that’s just two hours.”

    (My supervisor just gives me a blank look.)

    Me: “I worked more than two hours on Saturday and Sunday. I worked six hours on Saturday, and six hours on Sunday, so it’s £10.50 times 12.”

    Supervisor: “Oh… OH! Right. Lucky you spotted that!”

    (This was five years ago, and the same supervisor still does the pay. Unsurprisingly, it is consistently wrong, and getting it corrected is usually like getting blood from a stone. Glad I’m only there until I graduate!)

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