Category: Criminal/Illegal

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Disabling Your Boss’s Attitude

| UK | Bigotry, Bosses & Owners, Criminal/Illegal, Health & Body

(I’m having major problems with a couple of managers refusing to make accommodations for my disabilities and threatening disciplinary action for taking my medications, saying I’m unable to work alone due to being epileptic, etc. I have a meeting with ACAS (Advisory, Conciliation and Arbitration Service) and they come to the next meeting with the boss(es):)

Boss: “Right, you know why we’re here. This is a final warning for [My Name] due to her constant refusal to do her job and for bringing drugs into the office.”

Me: “I’ve brought along a few notes and my representative from ACAS here, and am going to say that what you are doing is illegal on several counts, not the least of which is the Disability Discrimination Act of 2010 which states I have a right to reasonable accommodations for disability and a right to take prescribed medications for said disabilities without interference from my employer.”

Boss: “I never said you could bring someone from ACAS in. Get them out.”

Me: “No. And my representative here can confirm I’m legally entitled to have an ACAS rep here?”

ACAS: “Yes. That it is.” *shows the relevant laws*

Boss: “This is just f****** unbelievable! I TOLD them not to hire a cripple and now we have all this s***! Do you realise, young lady, that you are actually COSTING the company money?”

Me: “All I want is to be able to do my job. I hardly think supervision out of hours, a disabled parking bay, and a suitable chair is ‘unreasonable’ and I believe the law backs me up here.”

Boss: “How about I just fire you?”

Me: “On what grounds?”

Boss: “I don’t see why I should spend money on a [really rude term for disabled] when I can get an able-bodied person in for half the cost.”

Me: “I think we’ve heard all we need to.”

ACAS: “Yes, I’d agree.”

(I filed an official grievance against my boss on the grounds of bullying and discrimination.)

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What’s The Twenty?

| Frisco, TX, USA | Bosses & Owners, Criminal/Illegal, Employees, Money

(I am out at a wings place with the family, and the total comes out around $80.)

Waitress: “Here’s your check, sir.”

(I pay with a $50 card, a $25 card, and a 20 dollar bill and the waitress runs it through and then shows us the receipt.)

Waitress: “All right, we ran your cards. Now we just need $6.11 for the rest of the meal.”

Me: “Uh, no. I gave you a $20 bill, remember? I explained everything…”

Waitress: “Oh, I’m sorry. Let me go see if I dropped it.”

(I wait around three minutes and the manager walks up.)

Manager: “Hi, my name’s [Manager] and I’m the manager here. I hear that you paid $20 bucks but the waitress is saying differently. I’ll try to go in the middle here and pay for the rest of your meal but I’m sorry about your other $15.”

Me: “No, that’s not happening. I gave it to that girl and explained how I was paying and everything. I’m not losing $15.”

(The waitress comes running.)

Waitress: “Oh! Here! I found it the trash…”

(Waitress walks off to get the new receipt.)

Manager: “Oh, uh… I’m so sorry about that.”

Me: “No… I don’t think you are, because you were just going to side with her and sit here and call me a liar. You can’t tell me that you believe her story. Unbelievable. You need to talk to her about stealing my money.”

Manager: “Yes, sir. We will definitely talk to her about it.”

(Manager walks off and Waitress comes back with receipt.)

Waitress: “Here’s your receipt. Sir, you don’t have to be so rude.”

(The waitress walks off immediately and starts fake cleaning tables.)

Me: “Are you kidding me?”

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His Heart Is All Plastic

| Quebec, QC, Canada | At The Checkout, Criminal/Illegal, Employees

(I am heading to a motorcycle driver’s ed class and I am parched. I enter a local convenience store I’ve never been to before that is two doors down from the driving class, in an exterior mall. I know I have no money on me, only plastic, but I do notice the credit cards stamps/stickers on the window shop and also notice the PIN pad on the counter when I get in. I grab a medium water bottle in the fridge at the back, open in up and take a big gulp, and head to the counter to pay for it. The clerk, who in hindsight I assume is the owner, scans it and declares my total.)

Me: “With Visa, please.”

Clerk: “You can’t. Cash or debit please.”

Me: “What? But you have credit card stickers on your window pane.”

Clerk: “Yes, but you’re not buying more than 10$.”

Me: “I didn’t see the warning. Where is it advertised?” *looking around for a sign*

Clerk: “I don’t have one.”

Me: “Then how was I supposed to know? Besides, I don’t have anything else.”

Clerk: “Tough luck. Go put your bottle back.”

Me: “But I already drank from it.”

Clerk: “Not my problem. You either buy more stuff or you pay cash. I won’t make any money on that bottle of water if you pay with a credit card.”

Me: “Wrong! It is clearly your problem. You are advertising credits cards on your window pane. I would have understood if your PIN pad was not working, but that’s not the case since the previous customer just paid with it. Just ring me up.”

(At this point there is a lot of back and forth about the fact I just want to pay for a bottle and him not having any of it. A small line is forming up.)

Clerk: “If you don’t pay I will call the police and—”

Me: “I AM PAYING! You’re refusing it the method you’re advertising you accept, and I don’t have any other way of paying you.”

Clerk: “You leave me no choice…”

Me: “Perfect, then. Call them. For your information I will attend a driver’s ed at [School] two doors down. Send the cops there; my name is [My Name].”

(The clerk/owner has a smug face of superiority as he sidestepped toward the back office to make the call. I take the opportunity to pull up my phone and take pictures of the counter to be a step ahead. I have gauged he is not an entirely stupid guy.)

Guy Behind Me: “What are you doing?”

Me: “The whole exchange feels like he was trying to extort me. I’m not taking any chances.”

Guy Behind Me: “So?”

Me: “I have a feeling he will print a d*** sign when I’m gone.”

(I left and the cops did show up during class. As we go back into the store and brand new 8.5×11 printed piece of paper stating the under 10$ appeared. I know vengeance is petty, but at that exact moment, it was the best feeling ever when the smug face disappeared as I showed the pictures to the cops. I promptly paid with my credit card in front of the cops and they stayed with the owner to have a chat with him. I have no clue if what he was doing was legal or not, but the cops clearly took my side with the disingenuousness of the clerk/owner.)

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