When The Disability Comes From Others

| Australia | Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests, Health & Body

(Our team has recently been majorly shaken up with changes. It’s also worth noting I have a number of health conditions which require me to have a desk I can sit and stand at interchangeably, I also start later in the morning (9:30) and have done for several years. I’ve been pulled into a meeting with the new manager.)

Manager: “So, I don’t see you fitting in. You’re not ‘living the team.’”

Me: “I’m sorry, what? I don’t know what you mean.”

Manager: “Well, you refuse to sit with the team.”

Me: “Yes, because I have to have a sit/stand desk. It’s an OHS requirement due to my back injury.”

Manager: “And what? That desk doesn’t exist where the team sits?”

Me: “There is one but it’s up against another desk. It’s incredibly claustrophobic to work at.”

Manager: “So, basically you refuse to sit at desks with others and insist on sitting separately.”

Me: “That’s not what I said! My desk is no more than 10m away and I regularly come over. I’m working within HR’s requirements.”

Manager: “I just don’t see you interacting. You’re not part of the team and you come in late everyday!”

Me: “You are aware I’ve had a verbal agreement with all my managers to start at 9:30 for the last four years?”

Manager: “No.”

Me: “Well, I do. My health issues are the worst in the morning so I need that extra time to get here. Are there any other reasons you think I’m not fitting in?”

Manager: “I don’t have to provide you with a list! You’re not fitting in and we need to move you to a team that can work with your limitations.”

(And that is how I realized my new boss is against people with disabilities and began looking for a new job!)


Floored By Their Stupidity

| UT, USA | Coworkers, Extra Stupid

(I’m sitting in the lobby of my building, waiting for a ride. Two females walk to the elevator and the door opens.)

Coworker #1: “Why isn’t it going?”

Coworker #2: “Press the button for the floor.”

Coworker #1: “Which one?”

Coworker #2: *panicking* “I don’t knoooooow!”

(The door closes. Maybe they figured out that there are only so many options for a two-floor building.)


Defeated The Bonus Boss

, | USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Family & Kids, Pets & Animals

(I’m in the midst of fighting the final boss in a video game notorious amongst its fandom for potentially being the most difficult in its franchise. It’s taken me 13 years to get to this point since I tried again and gave up several times over the years since its release. I have currently spent several hours on the fight. I am a flaming ball of anger and hate-fire by the time my phone starts to ring, distracting me and getting me killed once again. It turns out to be a scammer that has been harassing me for over a month that I normally ignore.)

Me: “Who is this?”

Scammer: “This is [Fictional Electric Company], looking for [Person Who Isn’t Me] about their electric bill…”

Me: *screaming into the phone* “Are you [expletive] serious?! [Person Who Isn’t Me] hasn’t owned this number for several years and yet you people keep harassing me! You woke me this morning, you woke my baby yesterday afternoon, and you’ve disturbed me when I was in the middle of something now! Never call me again or I’ll trace your number, find out where you live, and ship you a box of Brazilian wandering spiders!”

(I slam the phone down and go back to my game when I notice both my sisters staring at me in fear.)

Sister: “Would you seriously ship a box of spiders to a telemarketer?”

Me: “If he calls me again in the middle of this fight? I’ll send him bark scorpions, too!”

(Thankfully they never called me again. I quickly beat the game soon after that call too. It turns out that screaming at people who have been harassing me is oddly therapeutic.)


Inoperating System

| Montreal, QC, Canada | Awesome Customers, Technology

(I am at Computer Store, where I prefer to get my parts from. I have just purchased a new computer and the staff was very helpful. Within a few days I am back with my mom and I find the same person who helped me a few days before.)

Staff: “Hey!”

Mom: *who was with me when I purchased the machine* “We haven’t spent enough so we’re back.”

Me: “By the way, I have a bone to pick with you.”

Staff: *a little concerned* “Yes.”

Me: *as serious as I can* “A few days ago you sold me my new computer without a disc drive then sold me the operating system on a disk.”

Staff: “Huh?”

Me: “You sold me a disc to use on a computer with no disc drive…”

Staff: “Oh… uhhh. You didn’t have a spare?”

Me: *now cheerily to show I am not mad* “Oh, yeah, my sister’s computer is just now a little less functional.”

(Yes, to fix my computer I pulled apart my sister’s computer. I will put it back together… someday.)