Category: Awesome Workers


Bouncing From One Subject To Another

| CA, USA | Awesome Workers, Bosses & Owners, Coworkers

(I work as a receptionist for a health agency. Months ago an email went out to all the departments letting us know we have a new director for the department. I did attend his reception, but never got a chance to meet him. In order for a person to enter my office, I press a button on my desk to let them in. Two months after the reception a rather large and tall man comes to my door and turns the handle to come in.)

Me: *I smile* “Good afternoon. Can I help you, sir?”

Man: *jiggling the door handle* “I’m here to see [Office Director].”

Me: *still smiling* “Very good. Is she expecting you?”

Man: *still jiggling the door handle* “I’d like to talk to [Office Director].”

Me: *gritting my teeth* “Yes, well, may I tell her who’s calling?”

Man: *again with the door handle* “I’d like to talk to [Office Director].”

Me: *tired of his rudeness and surly behaviour, I stand up, using the same tone he has used on me* “I’m sorry, sir, but I didn’t quite catch your name.”

(He straightens himself, and in a tone that leaves no question as to who he is, tells me:)

Man: “My name is [Man], and I am the new director of this entire department.”

Me: *I smile* “That’s nice. Won’t you come in?”

(I introduce myself, and one of my coworkers. She asks if there will be changes made and he tells her there will, and positive ones.)

Me: *I ask because I have been asking this for the past eight years* “Does that include a bounce house?!”

Man: *laughing* “Yes! I’ll even throw in a slide, and a box of donuts!”


Coworker: “Don’t tell her that! She’s been asking for one for years!” *to me* “You! Go find [Office Director]!”

(I do, and lead him to her office, then sit back at my desk. A bit later, after introducing him to folks in the back of the office, she brings him around to my desk.)

Office Director: “And you met [My Name], our receptionist.”

Man: *kinda smug* “Yes. She wouldn’t let me in.”

Office Director: *raising an eyebrow to me* “Oh?”

Me: *not to be outdone by this man* “He wouldn’t tell me who he was.”


Has A Suite Ending

| Kauai, HI, USA | Awesome Workers, Tourists & Travel

(My husband and I are on the last stop of our Hawaiian honeymoon in Kauai and go to check into the resort I’ve been looking forward to the most. At our other resorts we parked at valet but since self-park is so close to the entrance we figure why not save $20? As my husband is parking, I’m getting us checked in. The very nice clerk and I chat for a bit about the honeymoon and whatnot. He is running my credit card to put a financial hold on it for the room charge. When it doesn’t go through the first time he tries running it several more times. Then my email goes crazy with alerts from my credit card company as three-four charges have gone through for $1500+ each.)

Me: “Wait, wait, wait! I think those charges are going through!”

(I show him the emails, trying not to panic.)

Clerk: “I’m so sorry. Let me go get that taken care of.”

(The clerk disappears at this point for maybe five minutes and my husband arrives from parking the car. After a short time the clerk returns.)

Clerk: “Okay, I spoke to my manager and got the charge issue corrected.”

Me: “Great, thank you!”

Clerk: “Thank you for being patient.”

Me: *obviously joking* “I mean, grrr, we want an upgrade.”

Clerk: “Oh, I’ve done that, too. You’re now staying in our presidential suite; it’s the nicest room in the resort.”

Me: “No, wait, no, I was kidding! I don’t need an upgrade.”

Clerk: “You’re on your honeymoon! Enjoy!”

(My husband and I both offer a stunned thank you, still not certain what the “nicest” room means. It turns out to be a 2800 sq ft suite (several times larger than our tiny 500 sq ft NYC apartment) with a full kitchen, four-person hot tub, and three balconies.)

Husband: “I’m pretty sure we are the first people staying in this room that used self-park!”


Lightweight Light Humor

| Allentown, PA, USA | Awesome Workers, Health & Body

(I am a very tiny, lightly built person who clearly does not need to lose weight. I’m waiting for a phone call from a place I’m trying to get into and notice that I missed a call while I was in the bathroom. Thinking it’s the call I’m waiting for, I call it back. Instantly I realize with dismay that I’ve just called a telemarketer, but before I can hang up, an actual person answers.)

Telemarketer: “Good evening. Are you calling back in regards to a phone call?”

Me: “Uh, yeah. I was just wondering who called me.”

Telemarketer: “Oh, well we’re [Company] and what we’re trying to do is [goes off on a spiel describing a weight loss supplement that they want to pay me to test and how much I can lose on it]. So, how much weight do you want to lose?”

Me: “Well, actually, I don’t want to lose any weight. I’m only 112lbs.”

Telemarketer: *laughing* “Okay, well, we don’t want you to disappear, then. Goodbye!”

(She was very polite the entire time and something about that last comment, combined with her politeness, made me really laugh once I’d hung up.)

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