Category: Employees

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Has Hangups With Bad Language

| Chicago, IL, USA | Employees, Language & Words

(I’ve received a call from an unknown number three times a day for the last two weeks, and they never leave a message. I’ve attempted answering them, but they usually hang up regardless of whether I say anything. Finally one day, there’s a person on the other end…)

Me: “WHO THE F*** IS THIS?”

Telemarketer: *offended* “Language!” *hangs up*

(Don’t call me three times a day for two weeks and act offended when I answer in a less than polite manner. They stopped calling me after this.)

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The Long And The Short Of It

| Switzerland | Employees, Time

(I lost my wallet with my identity card. I’ve spent four days searching everywhere but give up. Because of a possible identity theft I need to report this to the police so I can get a new identity card and mark the old one as lost.)

Me: “I have lost my wallet with my ID and need to file a report to get a new one. It’s possible that the wallet has been stolen.”

Police Officer #1: “How long has it been?”

Me: “I lost it four days ago and couldn’t find it anywhere.”

Police Officer #1: “It’s maybe a little bit too soon to file a report. Maybe it shows up again?”

Me: “Yeah, I know, but I need to get a new ID ASAP, so I have to do this.”

Police Officer #1: “Okay, wait here. Someone will come and help you.”

(After a while another officer shows up.)

Police Officer #2: “[My Name]? You have lost your wallet with your ID? How long has it been?”

Me: “Four days, I wanted to make sure I didn’t just lose it.”

Police Officer #2: “Four days?! That’s way too long to wait! You should have come here two days ago!”

Me: “…”

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A Feeding Frenzy

| Bangor, ME, USA | Employees, Family & Kids, Health & Body

(This is about a month after I gave birth to my daughter 14 weeks early. My daughter was taken to another hospital for the NICU. I go up every weekend, sometimes during the week, and during this time I am healing from an infection in my C-section incision. This happens one day when I go up to visit her. I have taken her out of her incubator and am holding her. The nurse starts her feeding tube.)

Me: *holding my daughter for only 45 minutes and talking to my dad* “Her feed is nearly done.”

Dad: “Is that how long it takes, 45 minutes?”

Me: “Used to take only ten!”

Nurse #1: “Dear, her feed is up. You need to put her back.”

Me: “But… But I’ve held her for longer! She needs me!”

Nurse #1: “No, you need to put her back.”

Dad: “Can’t you let her hold her own child for a while!? We live two hours away from here! She can’t be up here constantly like some of the parents are!”

Nurse #1: “I don’t care; I’m the nurse on duty.”

(The nurse then removes my daughter from my arms, and lays her FLAT in her incubator. My dad quickly leaves to go get my mom.)

Me: *buttons up shirt and starts crying*

Nurse #1: “Oh, stop, it’s been a month.” *leaves*

Me: *crying and goes over to my daughters incubator to watch her*

Daughter: *suddenly vomits*

Me: “[Daughter]! Someone help! She’s vomiting!”

Nurse #2: “Move out of the way, dear!” *quickly gets in and starts cleaning up my daughter and making sure she isn’t choking*

(By now I am inconsolable and my mother has arrived. I’m in shock from seeing my tiny baby vomit so much.)

Mom: “Who laid her down flat?!”

Nurse #2: “I’m not sure…”

Nurse #1: “I did.”

Mom: “YOU NEVER LAY A BABY DOWN FLAT AFTER THEY EAT! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I SHOULD REPORT YOUR A** AND GET YOU FIRED! GET AWAY FROM MY GRANDBABY!”

Nurse #1: *speechless*

(I have to be pulled out so I won’t upset the other babies. After the nurses let me back in to hold my daughter’s hand before I leave, and to give her a kiss. I get home that night and they call.)

Supervisor: “Hi, may I speak with [My Name]?”

Me: “Speaking.”

Supervisor: “Hi, I’m sorry to bother you, but it seems [Nurse #1] has given [Daughter] another mother’s breast milk.”

Me: “WHAT?!”

Supervisor: “I’m terribly sorry, but we are going to need you to get blood work done next time you come up, and we will run tests on both the mother and your daughter. I also heard about what happened earlier. That nurse will NOT work on your daughter again while I am at this hospital.”

(Next time I went back, the head nurse gave me two gift cards and a card from the entire NICU, and expressed how sorry they were about the incidents. Thankfully neither the mother or I had anything and my daughter was all right, but I had never been more angry and sad in my life that someone could pay so little attention to a preemie!)

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It’s A Sticking Point

| Brisbane, QLD, Australia | Employees, Health & Body

(I’m incredibly allergic to the adhesives used in medical tapes and stickies. I’ve just had a test where they monitor my heart with a portable ECG for 24 hours. They place sticky tabs all over my chest to attach wires. I had a really bad reaction to them. I’m at my cardiologist getting the results and talking about buying my own monitor.)

Me: “Will it need me to use more stickies?”

Cardiologist: “No, some of them let you just put your finger on them.”

Me: “Good because my skin got really burnt from the last ones.”

Cardiologist: “You need to tell them you are allergic.”

Me: “Why? They can’t do anything.”

Cardiologist: “They can use different stickies.”

Me: “Yeah, but I’m allergic to the adhesive not the sticky…”

Cardiologist: “Yep… No point telling them.”

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Scooting Past The Apology

| England, UK | Bad Behavior, Employees

(We are shopping in a large retail outlet; we have the kids with us and stop outside a shop to decide where we need to go next. I put my daughter’s scooter down and ask her to hold it to stop it wheeling off. Out of nowhere a very grumpy security guard appears.)

Security: “No scooters!”

Me: “Don’t worry, she isn’t riding it. I’m carrying it for her.”

Security: *almost shouting* “No scooters!” *at my daughter* “You cannot ride them inside!”

Daughter: “But Daddy, I wasn’t on my scooter.”

Me: “That’s fine, honey, you just stand with it. The grumpy man will go away. You are allowed to bring it in with you.”

(He scowls at me, but disappears. We carry on with out shopping before being approached by an even bigger security guard.)

Big Security: “Excuse me, sir.”

Me: “Yes?”

Big Security: “We have had reports of your daughter using her scooter in store. For safety reasons we cannot allow that. One of my colleagues has already told you.”

(By this point my daughter is getting visibly upset.)

Me: “Now, I’m going to interrupt you right there. We have a scooter, but at no point has she ridden it. I have carried it around with me the entire time.”

Big Security: “Well, I’m going to have to check with the security team.”

Me: “Please do.”

(He steps away and talks at length on his radio, before coming back to me.)

Big Security: “Okay, well, the camera crew have confirmed what you were saying.”

Me: “Are you at least going to apologise? I don’t appreciate being spoken to like a naughty child.”

Big Security: “Well, they have to do their job.”

Me: “I get that but there is doing your job and doing it well. He was very abrupt and rude. My daughter was very upset.”

Big Security: “I appreciate that, sir, but the rules have to be adhered to.”

Me: “I agree. The rules posted are scooters cannot be ridden; it actually states that scooter are allowed on site. I suggest you and your team take some time to learn the rules they are enforcing.”

Big Security: “Whatever, sir, please continue with your shopping.”

(His attitude was appalling; he would barely look at me whilst talking to me. I dropped by the management company who were appalled at my findings. The company promoted themselves on customer satisfaction, and apologised profusely. They then forwarded it to the retail management company who again apologised massively, I also had a phone call from them apologizing. Apparently they have had several complaints about these guys treating customers badly. I’ve never had a bad experience since!)