Back when I was reviewing games whilst at uni, I had a developer go mad at me when I very honestly put some constructive criticism in the review.

As a game design student, my reviews were more analytical than standard, and they were never overly negative, always with the requisite that they were my opinions when talking about something subjective.

I can’t remember what the problem was now, but it was very fairly summarised, and all of the positives were listed, too.

But they came for me, trying to get me to take it down and calling me slurs. It was ridiculous. They were the only ones out of multiple games to do it, too.

Someone opened a fraudulent credit account in my name. I called the financial institution they used to get it sorted out. I was on hold a lot and bounced around a lot, but the one interaction that stood out to me was this. 

Me: “Hello! I would like to report a fraudulent account opened in my name.”

Employee: “Great! If you’ll just verify some information for me, we can get that account up and running.”

Me: “I don’t want it up and running. It was fraudulently opened by someone who stole my information. I want it shut down.”

Employee: “Great! If you’ll just verify some information for me, we can get that account up and running.”

Me: “It’s not my account. Someone who is not me opened it in my name with my information. I want it closed.”

Employee: “Great! Please bear with me. As soon as I have your verified information, that account will be useable and running again no problem!”

Me: “I do not want it running. Do you need to verify my information so you can investigate the fraud?”

Employee: “Great! We need the information so we can keep the account open and running.”

Me: “I’m sorry, I’m not sure you’re the department I was supposed to be transferred to.”

Eventually, I got transferred to a very nice and helpful lady who was very sympathetic, understood the problem immediately, fixed it as much as she could, and then provided me with more resources to handle identity theft.

I had the same thing as this story at a clothing store some time ago; I couldn’t find an employee to check out with. Eventually, there were a few of us wandering around with arms full of items and exchanging shrugs as we passed each other.

Then, one guy grabbed a handful of coats with tags attached, walked to the front, and threw them through the security scanners, setting off the alarms, before taking a couple of steps back.

Sure enough, someone turned up almost immediately to check, at which point the employee was descended upon like a lamb amid wolves until he got someone to come check us out — and someone else to retrieve the tossed merchandise.

I don’t necessarily approve, but I kind of wish I’d thought of it!

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CONTENT WARNING: Sexual Harassment (Graphic harassment by former boss)

I was interviewing for a job. The interviewer was a man in his fifties, and I was a twenty-five-year-old woman interviewing for my first job that would use my college degree. The application asked me to list every job I’d had in the last ten years. The job in this conversation is one I had over the summer after I turned eighteen.

Interviewer: “So, I see you worked at [Construction Company] for just three weeks. What happened there?”

Me: “I would rather not discuss that.”

Interviewer: “I’m guessing you were fired, so I’ll give you some free advice. Working somewhere for such a short time does not look good for you. It tells me — your potential future boss — that you might be trouble for my company. So, unless it was something incredibly traumatizing or you legally can’t discuss it, I’d like to know why you only worked there for three weeks.”

Me: “It wasn’t my fault, but—”

Interviewer: *Scoffs* “It never is.”

Me: “Well, my supervisor called me one night and told me he wanted to fill all my holes until I oozed with his… fluid. I told Human Resources. They investigated and determined that it was better to let me go than fire him.”

Interviewer: “Oh.”

Me: “So. Yeah.”

He paused for a second, clearly not expecting what I’d said.

Interviewer: “Well, things like that don’t just come out of nowhere. What did you—”

Me: “I didn’t do anything. I didn’t flirt with him. I didn’t get drunk or start something I couldn’t finish. I didn’t wear skimpy clothing or make any innuendos. I existed, and that was enough.”

Interviewer: “Well. Thank you for your time. Unfortunately, I do not think this is the job for you.”

Me: “I see that.”

I got up and walked away before he could continue. I had two more interviews before finding a job, and neither one asked why I had only worked for [Construction Company] for three weeks.

I got a call from a young bloke on our team.

Young Bloke: “I’m going to be in late today. My wife is conceiving a baby!”

Me: “Yes, I really think that you should be there for that.”