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  • Baptism By Fired

    , | USA | Bizarre/Silly, Bosses & Owners, Coworkers

    (At my store, when someone makes a mistake we always jokingly fire them. We recently get a new general manager and we have all been very uptight and nervous around him.)

    Me: “I’m out of sweet tea for drive thru!”

    General Manager: “I’ll get it.”

    (He brings over the huge bucket and hoists it up to dump in the urn but his hand slips and he dumps the entire bucket on me and him.)

    Me: *deadpan* “You’re fired.”

    (A look of horror passes over my face and then the general manager bursts out laughing.)

    Coworker: “One of us! One of us!”

    Out In A Flash

    | MI, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Holidays, Rude & Risque, Themed Giveaway

    (My husband and I are on our way home from his grandparents’ house on Christmas Day. We don’t get out that way very often, so we decide to stop at a popular adult bookstore along the way. Once we are there, my husband remembered that he had left his ID at home. We went in, hoping we wouldn’t get carded, as we’re both 22 and quite young looking. When we walked in, the only employee, a male around our age, walks up.)

    Employee: “Can I see your IDs?”

    (I pull mine out, and then gave a big smile to my husband.)

    Me: “See you in a little bit!”

    (The employee checks my ID, and then goes about his business. My husband returns to the car. I call the employee over for help, but he is kind of moody, and unwilling to help much. I then go up to pay. While he was trying to find the barcode for the shoes, I decided to break the somewhat awkward silence.)

    Me: “Do you like working here?”

    Employee: “It’s better some days than others… and I have to work on Christmas. The best part is that I see a lot of boobs.”

    Me: “Oh?”

    Employee: *smiles* “Yeah, girls like to flash me. Especially today, since I have to work on Christmas and all.”

    (He looks down at me expectantly.)

    Me: “That’s nice.”

    (It is silent for a minute, before he bagged up my items. I hurriedly grab the bag, and turn to leave.)

    Employee: *calls out* “Don’t you want to—”

    (I wait until I get in the car and we are down the road before I tell my husband. His only response?)

    Husband: “I told you that you were hot!”

    Don’t TM A Telemarketer

    | Sweden | Employees, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (I am in school studying to be a store manager. Telemarketing is for some reason included in our schedule. One night I get a call from a telemarketer trying to sell me a ‘better deal’ for my phone subscription (I use cash cards).The TM desperately tries to follow her script and I can hear she’s using some of the tactics we’ve been taught at school. After a few minutes I grow tired.)

    Me: “Look, just listen to me. I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not working. I’m studying sales and telemarketing right now and I know all the tactics you’re trying to employ here. You’ve completely misjudged me. You’re not supposed to go into the sales talk until you’ve confirmed the customer is interested. You’re wasting both your time and mine.”

    (There’s a few quiet moments before the telemarketer speaks again.)

    Telemarketer: “Please, I need this. It’s my first day and I haven’t signed a single customer yet.”

    Me: “Well, I’m sorry to hear that but I’m not interested. Also, your boss is listening in on this, right? I know they do that with new employees. You’ve tried your best but it just didn’t work out this time. Better luck next time.”

    Telemarketer: “Yes, well… thanks.”

    Me: “You’re welcome.”

    A Vicious Circle

    | Toronto, ON, Canada | Employees, Ignoring/Inattentive, Liars/Scammers

    (From looking at the call display, I’ve noticed that we’ve had a lot of calls from the same 800 number, but no messages left. This is usually a dead give away as a telemarketer. When I see that number calling one evening, I decide to pick up instead of my usual practice of ignoring it.)

    Me: “Hello?”

    Caller: “Yes, is [Wife] home?”"

    Me: “No, I’m afraid she isn’t. Can I take a message?”

    Caller: “I’m calling from [Bank]. Is there a good time to try calling again?”

    Me: “No, not really. We’re in and out at various times. Is there a message I can give her?”

    Caller: “No. I’m calling from [Bank] and it’s an important, private matter that I can’t discuss with anyone but [Wife].”

    Me: “Well, if it’s important, surely you’d want her to call back about it. So, can I have your name and number, so she can return the call?”

    Caller: “I’m afraid I can’t do that. It’s an important, private matter that I can only discuss with [Wife].”

    Me: “I understand that, but if you’re not willing to leave any type of message, now or any other time you’ve called, I have to assume this is just a marketing call to offer her a credit card or to change her services, in which case, you can stop calling.”

    Caller: “No. I need to speak to [Wife]. Is there a good time to get ahold of her?”

    Me: “No, but I can take a message and she can return the call.”

    Caller: “I can’t do that. It’s a private matter.”

    Me: “If you won’t give me any information, then I can’t help you.”

    Caller: “We’re just going in circles!”

    Me: “I know! Annoying having your time wasted like that, isn’t it? Have a good evening.” *click*

    Spoon Feeding You An Exit Strategy

    | Fairbanks, AK, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Themed Giveaway

    Spoon Feeding You An Exit Strategy


    Fairbanks, AK, USA

    (My husband and I have just moved in together. I brought my dishes with me which include some pretty cheap spoons with plastic handles. My husband, as a result, keeps snapping the handles off when he uses them because the plastic is so useless. Because of this I decide to just replace all of my spoons with solid metal ones.)

    Clerk: “Hi. How’s your day going?”

    Me: “Oh, not too bad.”

    (As I continue loading my groceries and spoons onto the conveyer belt, the clerk begins to flirt with me. I smile politely and casually mention one of the items I am buying is for my husband. Undeterred, the clerk continues to flirt with me until the spoons get down the belt to him.)

    Clerk: *holding up five packs of spoons* “Wow, that’s a lot of spoons. You having a party or something?”

    Me: “No. My husband keeps breaking my spoons in half so I figured I should buy some extras.”

    Clerk: “Oh… well. Have a nice, uh, day!”

    (He avoided me after that.)

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