Category: Bad Behavior


Will Score An ‘F’ (Word) In Your Work-Review

| KS, USA | Bad Behavior, Language & Words

(I get a call from a manager asking about a customer.)

Manager: “I heard you were rude to a customer.”

Me: “No, I very politely told her to go f*** herself.”


Speaking Outside The Box

| USA | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests

(This is a very small store that usually only needs one cashier unless it’s a weekend afternoon or near a holiday. Whenever the cashier is working, the store manager gives us work to do between customers so there is no downtime, with the understanding that customers always take precedent. However, today’s assistant manager is the only other person there and she seems to be in a bad mood.)

Manager: “[My Name]! How many boxes have you gotten up?”

Me: “Only three so far.”

Manager: “Keep working at it.”

(Forty-five minutes later…)

Manager: “How many boxes have you done so far?”

Me: “Still only three.”

Manager: “Why only three?”

Me: “Because I haven’t had a break in customers in at least an hour.”

(Still later…)

Manager: “You need to get those boxes up, [My Name]!”

Me: “I’m doing the best I can.”

Manager: “I’m just letting you know!”

(Later still…)

Manager: “Why are there still so many boxes here?”

Me: “I’ve been really busy with this crazy new thing corporate told us they wanted us to do. They call it ‘waiting on the customers’!”

(There was an awkward silence as it dawned on me that I said that out loud instead of in my head like I meant to. Even my customer looked uncomfortable. The manager looked at me and I couldn’t read her expression, then she went in the back to finish her manager work. She didn’t bug me again about the boxes for the rest of the day and I didn’t get written up for that. I don’t condone mouthing off to your superior, but I think she did need a reminder that we were busy and customers come first, and that’s what she chose to take it as. In the future, though, I’ll phrase it a bit better!)


A Shifty Manager, Part 2

| UK | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests, Overtime

(I have an extracurricular activity after school which takes up my entire Thursday evening. When applying for my first job I make sure they are aware of this and for the first few months, everything is fine. However, I make the mistake of offering to cover someone as the activity was cancelled that week, and hence begins a nightmare of being scheduled in week after week, and me continually notifying them that this is not possible. It culminates in me potentially losing the credit for the activity if I miss anymore sessions, and so finally I sit down with the store manager, on my own time, and agree to be taken off Thursday work. I am told my next shift will be changed and not to worry about it anymore. The phone rings on Thursday evening as I’m leaving school.)

Me: “Hello?”

Store Manager: “[My Name], you were meant to be here five hours ago. I’ve been trying to reach you. I got your mobile number off your parents. They aren’t happy with you!”

Me: “[Manager], I said I can’t work Thursdays.”

Store Manager: “Who did you tell this to?”

Me: *exasperated* “You.”

Store Manager: “I have no memory of you telling me. Did you leave a note, as we’ve said to never leave notes?”

Me: “I sat down with you last Sunday! You noted it in the diary.”

(I hear frantic page turning.)

Store Manager: “Oh, yes, I remember now. Your cover put in a holiday yesterday and we couldn’t reschedule you.”

Me: “But, aren’t you supposed to give three days’ notice for holidays?”

Store Manager: “Yes, but it was for school so we had to give them it.”

Me: “[Manager], the reason why I can’t work Thursdays is because of school!”

Store Manager: “I see… I’ll look into changing things around for you. When can you come in?”

Me: “Like I said on Sunday: Friday through to Monday are the best for me.”

Store Manager: “No, I mean today. When can you come in to do your shift?”

(Looks at watch.)

Me: “My shift ends at nine; do you expect me to work past midnight?”

Store Manager: “No, we only do that during store re-modeling. Also you can’t work unsociable hours because you’re under eighteen.”

Me: “So you want me to work a half an hour shift?”

Store Manager: “It’s just gone eight, so it would be an hour.”

Me: “It will take me half an hour to get there. I’ve just left school.”

Store Manager: “Half an hour is fine, then. I won’t write you up this time, but be sure to actually tell us when you can’t work. I won’t be as lenient next time.” *hangs up*

(My parents were livid when I got home and my dad offered me a lift and to have a word with the manager. I calmed him down enough to let me go in myself for my half hour shift, but he decided to wait in the car park and take me home. My mum was halfway through writing a resignation letter for me when I got home. I didn’t use it and decided to call HR instead. They sorted everything out in the next couple of days. The manager wasn’t too pleased with me, saying I “should have just told them.” I put up with them for another year before leaving. Thinking back I’m wondering if the manager might have had some memory problems.)

A Shifty Manager


More Taxing Than It Should Be

| Iowa City, IA, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Transportation

(I call a local taxi service on a Sunday when buses aren’t running. A man answers.)

Man: “Do you need a taxi?”

Me: “Yes, I do—”

Man: “Too bad!” *hangs up*


Explaining It Until You’re Pink And Purple

| Ireland | Bad Behavior, Employees

(I ring up the florist to order a small posy of flowers for my grandmother’s grave for the first anniversary of her death. I asked for the posy to be exclusively pink. This is deliberate as my gran was known as ‘The Lady in Pink.’ I’m only eighteen and really emotional about the anniversary since I had been really close to my gran. I call into the florist after work that evening.)

Me: *walking up to the counter* “Hi! I ordered a posy earlier under the name [My Name] and I’m here to collect and pay for it.”

Florist #1: “Great, it’s just over here.” *fetches posy* “That will be €50, please.”

Me: *sees that posy is mainly purple and white with only two pink flowers present* “Oh! I’m sorry, this one can’t be mine. I ordered a pink posy?”

Florist #1: “Oh… Let me check with [Florist #2]. She dealt with the orders earlier…”

Me: “Yes, please!”

Florist #2: *approaching me with a scowl* “What’s the problem?”

Me: *recognizing her voice from the phone* “Hi, I called earlier and ordered a pink posy. I think I was talking to you about it and—”

Florist #2: “Yeah? There it is. What’s wrong with that one?” *pointing to purple posy*

Me: “I don’t think so… I asked for pink and white flowers only. I hate to be a bother, but it’s important that the posy is pink. Is there any way of taking the purple flowers out and replacing them with pink?”

Florist #2: “For f**** sake! There’s nothing wrong with that one! I can’t bloody well take anything out! I’d have to make a whole new one for you!”

Me: “Well, I can come back later to collect it if that’s the case? I need it to be pink.”

Florist #2: “That’s not happening! Who are you to be complaining to me? I never get complaints! I’ve had a terrible day and here you are giving me a hard time!”

Me: *apologetically* “I’m sorry, but it’s really important to me… It’s for my gran’s—”

Florist #2: “Your granny will live if she gets some f****** purple flowers!! Get her pink the next time!”

Me: *finally raising my voice* “It’s for my grandmother’s GRAVE!”

Florist #2: *rolls eyes* “Then she won’t know they’re purple, will she?”

(At that point I was in tears from being shouted at and from the florist’s insensitivity so I fled from the shop. I was so upset afterwards that I had to call my mother to collect me and drive my car home for me. I couldn’t bring myself to buy flowers for her grave this year after that drama so I opted to buy a teddy bear for her instead.)

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