A Negligible Request

| USA | Coworkers, Math & Science, Technology

(I am a younger, female design engineer working for a helicopter manufacturing company, and it sometimes seems like my assessments aren’t taken seriously. An older senior project engineer storms in, in a tizzy, to get information on one of my projects after he has a meeting with someone higher up the corporate ladder.)

Project Engineer: “I need to know the weight of this part… this plastic mount for the wire ties!”

Me: “It’s negligible, and we are only using one in my kit.”

Project Engineer: “You don’t understand! [Higher-up] wants an EXACT weight, and I need it immediately so I can get this guy off my back!”

Me: “Ok, give me a couple of minutes to find it.”

Project Engineer: “Thanks, I’ll be back in a few.”

(He runs out the door. I finally find the info he wants after 10 minutes of searching.)

Project Engineer: “Did you find it?”

Me: “Yes. The weight is 40.37 grams per 100 of them.”

Project Engineer: “Ok, so how much is that in pounds?” *gets paper and pen to write it down*

Me: *after quick calculation* “Point zero eight nine per hundred. One of them weighs point zero zero zero eight nine pounds… or a little over fourteen one-hundredths of an ounce…”

Project Engineer: *starts writing and repeating to himself under his breath* “Point zero zero zero—” *stops short and looks up* “…hahaha!” *drops pen* “Okay, I’ll just tell him it’s negligible. Thanks!”


Frozen By A Cold

| West Sussex, UK | Employees, Movies & TV

(I’m ordering something from a large shop in Bogner Regis. Talking to an employee over the phone, it went well until this. Note: I have a slight cold.)

Employee: “Okay, can I have your address, please?”

Me: *states address* “Arundel.”

(This is pronounced ‘arren-dull’.)

Employee: *after a couple of seconds of silence, sarcastically* “Very funny. Your real address, please.”

Me: “That is my address.”

Employee: “I need a real address for delivery.”

Me: *not understanding what I did* “What did I do wrong?”

Employee: “This is a serious business. We don’t have time for clowns.”

Me: “What?!”

Employee: “I need a real address or I’m terminating this phone call.”

Me: “It’s a real address! Look it up on Google; I don’t get what the problem is—” *I realize* “—Oh! Oh, look, please, I’m not pretending. Just look it up on Google.”

Employee: “I don’t have time for this.”

(I called again and I got another employee, one who knew how to read a map!)


That Last Observation Takes The Cake

| CA, USA | Bosses & Owners

(I work as a cake decorator in a grocery store bakery. Since I can’t see the displays without walking out onto the floor it can be difficult to keep everything full. At the time I have five minutes left in my shift and about fifteen minutes worth of cleaning left to do when the store manager calls me out onto the floor to look at the cake displays. My mind goes straight into panic mode, assuming something is terribly wrong and I’m going to have to stay late to fix it.)

Manager: “I want you to tell me what you see.”

Me: “Several of the jumbo cupcakes are low, there’s only one of those cakes left, that spot’s also almost empty…” *I point out a couple more almost empty spots, but fortunately nothing is completely empty*

Manager: “Oh, yeah? I see lots of beautiful colors.”

Me: *in relief* “Oh, really?”

Manager: “Yeah, they’re all very eye catching. Good critical eye on your part, though.”

(I appreciated the compliment, but it really wasn’t worth the near heart attack he gave me while giving it!)