Category: Time


Scheduled To Quit

| USA | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners, Time

(I’ve been working at this fast food place for about six months when my best friend gets hired. We are teenagers and it’s our first job. I normally snap pictures of the schedule, but by her second week of the job the management asks the workers to stop doing that, due to regulations or some such thing. I had already taken a picture before anyone told me, and I send the picture to my best friend so she’ll know when she works. And as a backup, she also copies it into a notebook directly from the schedule itself a few days later. Neither of us is scheduled to work that Sunday, so we go out to a movie and post online about it. Come Monday evening, we walk into work together.)

Boss: *grumpy* “Hope you enjoyed that movie.”

Me: *slightly confused as to how she knows, because we weren’t friends online* “Yeah, it wasn’t too bad.”

Boss: *turns to my friend* “More fun than working?”

Friend: *jokingly* “Well, usually most things are.”

Boss: “Is that really the attitude you’re going to take on only your second week here?!”

Friend: “Huh…?”

(My boss then takes her to the back room and shows her the schedule that suddenly now says that she was supposed to have worked the day before. My friend swears that she didn’t know, otherwise she would have been at work, and promises to never ever let it happen again. Practically in tears for the rest of the night, she works quickly and quietly. I find the picture of the schedule on my phone and walk up to my boss.)

Me: “Ma’am, in all fairness, I don’t believe the schedule said that she was supposed to work yesterday. When I took a picture of it—”

Boss: “You know we aren’t supposed to take pictures of the schedule, [My Name]. Now get back to work.”

(I went back to work, but took a picture of every schedule from then on ever as proof. That manager didn’t last long, but my friend’s mother never trusted me ever again. To make it even worse, there was white out on the schedule for Sunday, where it had obviously been erased and rewritten. In the two and a half years I worked there, they changed the schedule within a day’s notice so many times that I eventually quit in frustration.)


My Bank Takes 5010 Days

| Annapolis, MD, USA | Money, Time

(I am chatting online with a representative of a company about a faulty order we just received. They have agreed to send a replacement order and credit back a portion of the original purchase price.)

Representative: “Please allow me five minutes to replace the order.”

Me: “Thank you so much. I really appreciate all your help.”

Representative: “No problem. I have issued a refund of $100 to your credit card on file. This may take 305 business days to reflect on your account.”

Me: “305?”

Representative: “Yes. Please remain in the chat until I have completed the order.”

Me: “305 days?”

Representative: “Yes. Is the shipping address still the same?”

Me: “Yes. So it may take up to a year for us to see the money?!”

Representative: “Oh my gosh I am so sorry! 3-5 days.”

Me: “Haha, oh okay.”

Representative: “I am so sorry.”

Me: “Don’t be; that kind of made my day!”


Witching Hour Versus The Bitching Hour

| USA | Bad Behavior, Coworkers, Time

(It is Tuesday at 11 am. I come in and head right to my boss’s office, but the secretary tries to stop me and calls over the business manager.)

Secretary: “I know you worked for [Boss] before moving here, but it is 11 am. Working hours start at 9 am. I know you get the big bucks but there is no special treatment for you.”

Me: “I’m really in no mood to deal with you, [Secretary].”

Business Manager: “I am not sure what to say here. Maybe we should let [Boss] handle this.”

(The boss sees me through his office window and comes out.)

Secretary: *smugly* “[My Name] is just getting in.”

Boss: “Oh, great. I take it everything is fixed? I stopped looking at emails after our call at midnight.”

(The secretary is looking confused.)

Me: “Everything is fixed; reports are in and we are back on schedule.”

Boss: “Great news. I know you’re tired, but after you get a cup of coffee could you put a few slides together for my presentation this afternoon? Oh, yeah, you picked up food for everyone on Saturday and Sunday, right? Just give the bill to [Secretary] for reimbursement. I’m late. Thanks again, I gotta run!”

(The boss left, and the secretary was fuming as I left.)


The Tip, Like The Waiter, Will Just Pass On By

| Naugatuck, CT, USA | Employees, Lazy/Unhelpful, Time

(My boyfriend and I attempt to eat at a restaurant we used to frequent when we first started dating. We go for lunch; they are pretty slow, just an elderly couple, a family with a baby, and another couple who came in with us. When we go in we are told to sit wherever we want, so we sit in full view of the staff. Ten minutes in and we’d watch our waitress chat with the elderly couple and play with the baby. At the fifteen minute mark we try to flag her down, and see her look directly at us, turn on her heel, and go into the kitchen. At twenty minutes she walks out of the restaurant, on her cell phone, and the other waitress goes as far as to ignore us calling out to her to just so we could get our drinks. So after a half hour my boyfriend and I decide we’ve waited long enough and got up to leave. As we’re walking out the cashier stops us.)

Cashier: “Excuse me, you two need to pay before you can leave.”

Me: “If we had received any form of service, then yes, we would pay.”

Cashier: “But I heard you ask for drinks. Those aren’t free you know.”

Me: “Yes, I did ask for a drink, and our server walked away from us.”

Cashier: “Well, she’s new and still getting used to this. Can you at least leave her a tip so she’s not discouraged?”

Me: “We just sat here for a half hour being ignored by both of your waitresses, driving us to go somewhere else for lunch, and you want us to reward her?”

Cashier: “Wait, you’re leaving? What if I give you half off a breakfast order?”

Me: “So I can wait even longer? I’ll pass.”

(My boyfriend and I haven’t been back since.)


It’s Going To Be A Long Week

| Selah, WA, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Time

(I went in to the credit union to make a withdrawal. The teller had obviously had a long day and mistyped my account number three times.)

Teller: “I’m really sorry about this.”

Me: “It’s okay; I have days like that too.”

Teller: “Well, at least it’s Friday, right? Or actually, Thursday.”

Me: “It’s Wednesday…”