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(I am the private secretary for a very wealthy and prestigious attorney. He works in entertainment law and has many famous clients. He also owns a fabulous house on the Malibu coastline and will frequently loan it out to dignitaries visiting California. It is just before a major holiday, and he is instructing the new girl who has JUST been hired.)
Attorney: “Senator [Name] is visiting. I’ve given him permission to use the condo while I’m out of town.
(He hands the new girl the front door key.)
Attorney: “I need you to have a copy made of this key to give to him. Since he is arriving late Friday, he knows he can pick up the key at the building security desk. Copy the key and leave it with the guard when you leave tonight. Put the key back in my desk drawer. I have a plane to catch. I’ll be gone the rest of next week.”
New Girl: “Yes, sir.”
Me: “I can take care of that if you like.”
New Girl: “Oh, no, it’s easy. I’ll do it.”
(It wasn’t until Monday morning that I heard what had actually happened. The senator had arrived late that night and the security guard had obligingly handed him an envelope with the law firm’s address on it and his name neatly written on the front. Inside was a sheet of paper with a PHOTOCOPIED image of the attorney’s Malibu condo key!)
(Early on a Saturday morning, one of my coworkers calls in sick, citing symptoms that are almost flu-like. Our manager calls me in to take his place during one of our busiest lunches of the week. Early in the afternoon, our manager calls the coworker to check on him. The coworker’s dad answers.)
Manager: “Hey, how’s [Coworker] doing?”
Coworker’s Dad: “Oh, he’s fine. He just left for the big college ball game with some friends, actually.”
Manager: “Oh, really? Have him call me when he gets back in.”
(That coworker didn’t keep his job past that afternoon!)
(I bought a DVD only to find it was a duplicate of one I had at home. I work for a similar store, so I know to leave the movie shrink wrapped and save my receipt. I return the next week and pick out a different, more expensive one.)
Me: “I would like to return this movie, since we already had it. Will you accept the return, even though it’s from the dollar bin? I have the receipt here.”
Clerk: “Sure, no problem.”
Me: “I would also like to purchase this one.”
(I put the more expensive DVD on the counter.)
Clerk: *rings up everything* “Here’s your change.”
Me: “No, I’m returning the dollar one, and buying the $5 one.”
Clerk: “Yep! Which means I owe you $4.24.”
(I stand there a moment, flummoxed that anyone could be that dumb. I look at my friend. I try to explain it a second time unsuccessfully, and we walk away.)
Me: “You saw that I tried, right?”
Friend: “Yep. You tried. When her drawer comes up short, it won’t be your fault!”
(I ended up giving the money to charity later!)
(I’m purchasing coffee and a snack at a convenience store close to my house.)
Clerk: “Was there anything else you wanted?”
Me: “Some warmer weather would be nice.”
Clerk: “We were told it is currently on backorder. We should be getting it in about three or four months.”