Category: Employees


Candy Man Cosmetics

| USA | Bad Behavior, Employees

(My brother and I live far enough apart that we don’t see each other all the time, but close enough that we will occasionally get together on a whim. Since it’s Memorial Day and neither of us has plans, we decide, day of, to meet up at a mall near his apartment. On my way there, I realize that I left my phone at home, but I am too far to turn around. So, I’m wandering around the mall, trying to run into him, as we hadn’t picked a place inside the mall to meet. While I’m doing this, a clerk of a cosmetic store stopped me in my path.)

Clerk: “Do you want to come and try our new cream?”

Me: “No, thanks.”

Clerk: “You know you want to.”

Me: “I’m fine.”

Clerk: “Come on. Just try it.”

Me: “Thanks, but I’m actually looking for my brother right now.”

Clerk: “Oh, he’s inside!”

Me: “I doubt that.”

Clerk: “Come on, he’s in here!”

Me: “I don’t really see my brother doing that. But you’re doing a really good impression of the creepy candy guy in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.”

Clerk: “No, he was lost and scared, looking for his sister, so we let him in here.”

Me: “He’s 22 and lives alone.”

(The clerk finally stopped after that.)


Numb To Your Pain

| Gainesville, FL, USA | Employees, Health & Body, Ignoring & Inattentive

(I go to my usual dentist to get a tooth removed, as I was born without an adult tooth beneath it and it has started to decay. My father drives me as I am a little worried about the procedure; the tooth is fairly painful at this point. A hygienist I am not familiar with comes in to get me ready.)

Hygienist #1: “Hey, okay, we’re just going to load you up with the painkillers now. Open up!”

Me: “I need to warn you, I might swear like a sailor. That needle looks a LOT bigger from this angle.”

Hygienist #1: “Don’t worry, I don’t mind. All right, here we go!”

(He forcefully turns my head to the side to get a better look at his target and jabs the needle in fairly hard. I let out a rather pathetic yelp.)

Hygienist #1: “Aw, come on now! All done! See you in five minutes!”

(After a few minutes I start to realize something is wrong. My heart is racing and my entire body has mild tremors that will not stop, and I’m beginning to feel chilled. I sit up and start trying to put on my jacket but I’m shaking too much.)

Hygienist #1: “Hey, lie back down!”

Me: “So-so-something’s w-wr-wr-wrong.”

Hygienist #1: “Oh, pooh, you’re fine! Let’s see how that numbing solution is going!” *pushes me back down and physically wrenches open my mouth and starts poking gums with a sharp instrument* “Can you feel that at all?”

Me: “Y-Yes! And i-it hurts!”

Hygienist #1: “Fine, let’s give you some more you big baby. How old are you anyway?”

Me: “18.”

Hygienist #: “You’re much too old to be such a wimp at this, really. Open!” *repeats the same rough treatment as before, this time giving me an THREE doses* “I’ll be back in five minutes. After that, I’m getting the dentist to rip that tooth out, numb or not! You’re our wasting time, missy.”

(The trembling increases this time until I am unable to sit up properly or stand without collapsing. I’m terrified that I am having an allergic reaction as the entire side of my head has gone numb with a pulsing pain in my jaw, and there are now patches of skin along my arm and leg that have started to go numb as well. Thankfully Hygienist #2, who usually cleans my teeth, is walking by and spots me trying to stagger away from the chair.)

Hygienist #2: “Oh, my god, [My Name]! Are you okay?! I thought you were just coming in to get your tooth pulled!”

Me: “I a-a-am. I th-th-thin-nk I’m reah-reacting to the num-num-”

Hygienist #2: “Oh, boy! Okay, honey, I’m going to check your pulse here for a second. Who was administering it? How much did they give you?” *she sits me down on the floor and sits next to me, comforting me as I’m generally freaking out at this point*

Me: “Th-That ne-new gu-guy, he-he gave m-me one th-then th-th-three mo-more.”

Hygienist #2: *suddenly has an expression that is a cross between ‘oh s***’ and ‘I’ll kill him’* “All right, sweetie, I’m going to go get your dad for you and then we’re going to get you to a hospital, all right? Your heart is beating way too fast. Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay.”

(We came back the next day after I had recovered so I could talk to the head dentist. When I explained what had happened, including the rough treatment, the dentist fired Hygienist #1 on the spot. Apparently he had been rough before, but in this occasion he had injected the painkiller directly into one of my veins instead of the surrounding area, and since it is epinephrine/adrenaline based it caused my tremors and my lovely 220 bpm resting heart rate. Giving me a triple dose after I exhibited the signs of my system being overloaded with adrenaline was a BIG no-no, and Hygienist #2 got employee of the year for helping me cope!)


Sub-Standard Sub-Service, Part 6

, | FL, USA | Employees, Food & Drink, Ignoring & Inattentive

(This happened every time I went to a sub place when I was younger. The menu clearly displays the ingredients for the items, both with a picture and with the names of the ingredients.)

Me: “Hi, I’d like to get Italian sub, please. Everything that normally comes on it, except for onions, please.”

Employee: “Okay, sure.” *begins making sub*

Employee: “What kind of meat?”

Me: “Whatever normally comes on it.”

Employee: “I know, but what kind?”

Me: *annoyed that they don’t know, I look up at the menu* “Pepperoni and salami, it seems.”

Employee: “And what kind of cheese?”

Me: “What it says on the menu. Just like that without onions.”

Employee: “Can’t you just tell me what kind you want? So I know I’ll get it right.”

Me: *knowing they aren’t going to be any help, I read them the rest of the ingredients from the menu* “Mozzarella. And after that, lettuce, black olives, and tomato.”

Employee: “Okay, and what vegetables do you want on it?”

Me: *face-palm*

Sub-Standard Sub-Service, Part 5
Sub-Standard Sub-Service, Part 4
Sub-Standard Sub-Service, Part 3


Doesn’t Get The Deal

| Chicago, IL, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Transportation

(My husband and I are looking to purchase a new car, an SUV. After looking at multiple deals online, we finalize a couple of cars and visit one dealership to test drive the car. This dealership is known for selling only high end cars, along the lines of Corvettes and BMW M3s. We call ahead to let them know we will stop by. We enter the dealership and are greeted by a younger guy. We test drive the car and love it and go back to the office to discuss the offer. Note that this is a Friday.)

Salesman #1: “Are you planning to buy the car today?”

Us: “We need to go over our options and also get the check ready for the total amount. But we would like to first discuss what deal you can offer us on the car. If we like the deal, we can make a small payment to hold the car for us.”

Salesman #1: “I cannot make any deals but let me get my manager.”

Manager: “Hi. I heard you wanted to buy the SUV. We do not usually sell those cars as they are below our normal price range. But we fortunately have just the one car for you.”

Us: *ignoring his tactic* “Yes. We test drove the car and we loved it. But what deal can you offer us on the car?”

Manager: “Sorry, no deal. Are you buying it today?”

Us: “We are serious about buying the car and definitely love this. But we do not have the check for the complete amount right now. We would also like to discuss our options, at least over the weekend, before we make such a huge investment. So we need some time.”

Manager: *to [Salesman #1]* “Okay. They need time. Let’s go.”

(Both of them just walk out from there without any further comment.)

Husband: *calling after them* “Excuse me. If you are walking out of this office, then so are we.”

(And we also walked out.)


Pre-Order Disorder

| Maple, ON, Canada | Employees, Ignoring & Inattentive, Musical Mayhem

(I go into a CD store to preorder an album, something I’ve done at this and other locations several times.)

Cashier: *finishing process* “Okay, we’ll have your copy waiting for you on the release date. You can come in and pick it up that day and we’ll call you to confirm that it’s in.”

(Fast forward to the release day. Six pm rolls around and still no call. Thinking I’ve been missed on the call list, I decide to stop in.)

Me: “Hi, I have a preorder for [Album] under [My Name].”

Cashier: *checking preorders* “I can’t find it. Did we call you?”

Me: “Honestly, no. But I figured you may have gotten busy and didn’t get a chance. It’s not a problem, though.”

Cashier: “If we didn’t call then it isn’t in yet.”

Me: “Okay, well, I was told it would be in today. Do you have a sense of when it might be in?”

Cashier: *doesn’t make an effort to find out* “No, we’ll just call you when it comes in.”

(I wasn’t angry or upset when I came in, but after that I am a little ticked. I decide to look around, if only to mellow out a little. I happen across a display with at least 12 copies of the CD I am there to pick up.)

Me: *sets CD on the counter* “Hi. You had said these weren’t in yet.”

Cashier: “They’re not. We’ll call you when they come in”

Me: “So that display over there isn’t for sale yet?”

Cashier: “I don’t know, but if we haven’t called you then it isn’t in.”

Me: “Well, then, just ring me up for this copy and cancel my preorder.”

Cashier: “I don’t know if I can even do that but I can try.”

(Lo and behold, everything went smoothly. I got the call five days later that my preorder had come in.)