’Cause there is no brain attached……………..
Can’t really stretch out……….
One Man’s Leftovers Is Another Man’s Overflowing from Noat Always Right:
(My fiancé and I are on hard times. She has recently lost her job and mine isn’t really enough to support us alone. We have no food in the house, about $20 in my checking account (or so I think) and approx. $7 in pocket change. I am due to get paid the next day so we decide to go to a certain famous cheap fast food place where, embarrassingly my card declines in the drive through. Devastated, we drive next door to the gas station that also happens to serve hot food. Inside, we pool all the pocket change we have, counting it up in one of the aisles before approaching the register where the food is sold. While we stand there trying to figure out what we can afford the cashier gets our attention.)
Cashier: “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you all of the chicken that’s left for the price of one meal.”
Me: “H-how much is that? I’m sorry we don’t really have much.”
Cashier: “Tell you what; I’ll throw in some potato wedges too. It’ll be about $7.”
Me: glances at fiancé for approval “Okay… we’ll try.” counts out money on the counter, coming up a little short
(Before we can apologize and leave the cashier pulls some coins out of her pocket to make up the difference and hands us the box of chicken tenders and potato wedges. We thanked her profusely and left to go home and eat. We’re doing much better now but I’ll never forget her kindness to us when we needed it most.)
I had to name one of the cats Hissyfit because she always hisses when ever I feed her or any other cats come close.
Mental Health Food from Not Always Right:
It’s been a long week. I am tired, both physically and mentally, and I must look it because when I walk into the fast food place to get some pick-me-up food, the manager says to me:
Manager: “Are you okay?”
Me: “I will be. I’ve been looking forward to a hot meal.”
I put in my order, but suddenly, my card declines. I don’t have a lot of money, but I have budgeted for this modest meal; I kinda need it for my mental health.
Me: “I… I’m so sorry… I… I thought I had enough.”
Manager: “I saw on the news this morning how much profit this chain made in the last quarter. Billions. And they still won’t approve my staff working full time hours to qualify for benefits. So, you know what? F*** em. Order anything you want. On the house.”
Me: “You really don’t need to—”
Manager: “No, I really do need to.”
He practically threw my order at me, along with an extra burger (a premium one!) and more sides. Since it was slow (it was the middle of the night), he then grabbed a burger himself, and we sat by the entrance and chatted about life and its ups and downs for a few minutes before I thanked him and went on my way.
I know his kindness came from a “f*** corporate” attitude, but it was exactly what I needed on that day and I think about him often.
You tell ’em, Gus!
The New Hire’s Frappe Flap from Not Always Right:
This story happened years ago when I got a job at a local location of a popular coffee shop chain near the university I was attending.
At this particular coffee chain, new employees were supposed to read the manual to get the recipes for drinks, but they were also assigned a “learning coach” to show them the ropes on their first few shifts, teach them how to steam milk, etc. There was also a specific order in which new employees were taught, starting with the “hot bar” (lattes and other espresso drinks) and then the “cold bar” (iced teas, blended drinks, and the like).
Unfortunately for me, my first day on the job happened to be the day a brand-new lower-calorie blended drink was released, and anyone could walk into the store and get a small-sized one for free. As I’m sure you can imagine, the store was a zoo. So, rather than being trained on the “hot bar”, I was shown how to make the “Frappuccino Light” and did that for the entirety of my shift.
This probably wouldn’t have been a problem, except that since I had been making drinks on the “cold bar” on my first day, I was never actually taught how to make any “hot bar” drinks (or any other “cold bar” drinks, for that matter). I muddled through, asked a lot of questions, and probably looked like an idiot, but I managed to figure out how everything worked before eventually putting in my notice six months later.
During my exit interview:
Manager: “Who was your learning coach? I don’t remember.”
Me: “What’s a learning coach?”
She nearly fell off her chair.
I did end up returning to work for that company for several years after graduating from college, and I eventually became a learning coach myself. I made sure not to abandon any new employees that were assigned to me like I had been.
You Can’t Make A Kindness Omelet Without Breaking A Few Eggs from Not Always Right:
A couple of years ago, I was in a really, really rough spot. I had two very young babies, my husband had had a complete meltdown and taken off, I had been in school and didn’t have a job, and I was freaking out wondering how I was going to manage to find work, feed my kids, and in general, manage on my own.
I’m in a grocery store, I have no money yet, and the only food I am getting is what I can get with my WIC money (Women, Infants, and Children federal assistance program). My kids are with me, and the younger one is crying in the grocery cart.
At the time, WIC money is only in checks, so it takes a few minutes, and I am trying to redeem three of them. By the time I get over to bag my groceries, I am shaking from anxiety, and then, I drop my eggs. They shatter, and I just break down weeping. I desperately need the eggs, and it is just the last thing in a long line of a very rough time that now, I have no eggs.
As I stand there weeping, I look up and see an employee looking at me, and I manage to wail out through my tears:
Me: “I can’t do this!”
She just reaches over, wraps me in a hug, and stands there holding me.
Employee: “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m here to tell you that your children are beautiful, and you absolutely can do this!”
By the time she let go of me, another employee had brought me another dozen eggs and bagged my groceries for me.
I’ve often wished I knew her name so I could go back and thank her and let her know I’m okay now.
Hopefully, They’ll File That Under “Lessons Learned” from Not Always Right:
I’ve just been hired as a translator for this company. We agreed on 35,000 baht per month (Thai baht currency). Today is my payday, and they pay me 4,000 baht.
Me: “Why is my pay so low?”
Office Manager: “Because you’re on probation.”
Me: “That’s not stated in the contract, and you did not tell me any of this when hiring me. So, on my probation period, I only get 300 baht (10 USD) a day for my eight hours of work?”
I double-checked the contract, and it also didn’t say anything about me deleting all the work I had done for them: translated contracts, loans, etc.
I deleted every f****** file I’d translated, some due for the government and for viewing the next day or the day after. I deleted them all, I formatted the computer — they didn’t have cloud storage, so nothing was saved online — and I f***ed off.
They called me and asked me to come back to the office the next day so they could “explain” the reason they only gave me 300 a day, and they said they’d like their files back, pretty please.
I didn’t go.
Better hop to it then. Christmas is only a month away.