A post from the opposite sub (idontworkherelady) popped up on my feed and reminded me of something that happened when I first started working at my job. I work in a kitchen that is next to a banquet hall that is used mostly on the weekends but they were having Wednesday night dinners and stuff like that. They had borrowed my cart to do something and I had to get it back. So here I am decked out in my beautiful 🙄 donated cracker barrel apron and hairnet walking into the banquet hall and this lady chases after me telling me I had to pay the dinner fee to be there. I'm like, I freaking work here lady! Everyone was nicely dressed and then there's me lol used deductive reasoning.

Before you make a comment to put badge on or my work uniform, please read the entirety of this post if you care. Or read the tldr (bottom). The choose is yours.

For context: I work at a middle school as a para-educator and my supervisor (spEd coordinator + assistant principal) would ping pong me between spEd and genEd. I was mistaken as a student during my first month working since I didn’t get my work badge until a month after picture day. Towards the end of the school year, I stopped wearing it since the staff are familiar with me.

I’m 5’3 and an elder zoomer (25F). The students have colored hair and so do I. They wear uniform but baggy dickies are in. Some of the students look older than me cause of how they do their makeup. I love wearing my dark cargo pants and sometimes the campus aides would have to do a double take when they see me to make sure it wasn’t a student ditching a class.

Recently they hired new campus aides and one of them keeps thinking I’m a student. She would ask for a hall pass when I’m on my breaks. She didn’t believe me for her first week there because “you’re so short. You look young. You try too hard to look younger than you are.”

My “I DO WORK HERE” moment was when I was on my way to sign in at the front office. Homegirl was going to make a beeline towards me until my supervisor intersected and needed to speak to me briefly. After she decided to be a big bitch and asked me who that was and I told her that was the big boss and needed me to cover for another para. She let up after that and we haven’t spoken since

TL;DR: i am a school para (and aide) for genEd and spEd classes. New campus aide mistakes me for a student every time I leave the class. No badge worn cause of staff familiarity until new policy started enforcing it. Campus aide backed off when I told her my supervisor needed me to cover for another para. She ended up abandoning her job without warning

EDIT: Yeah so, the badge. I started wearing it since we got back from our break. We have new ones now cause the staff ones look exactly like the students so there’s “STAFF” under our pic in bold. We have a new admin here that just started so now everyone has their badges now. The aide was a December hire but now it’s January and she’s not back.

EDIT 2: A question I’ve been seeing more frequently is “why don’t you put more effort into looking professional so it doesn’t happen?” As ive mentioned, I am also a spEd para. For this job position you don’t need to put it a lot of effort into dressing nice because of the physical aspects of the job. It can get REALLY dirty since I’m tasked with toileting, so it’s encouraged to dress more casually rather than business casual/teacher-core. There are also staff who do not dress business casual and have colored hair, piercings, and tattoos so it seemed like I was prob singled out by the campus aide.

The aide: she was a December hire but she ended up quitting. Heard through the grapevine from one of the other campus aides that she’s been blatantly clapping back at students and also mistaken another staff (also a fellow para) as a student. As far as I know, she made a student cry and that lead to a parent coming to the school and wanting to intervene. She was supposed to go through the school’s disciplinary process after getting written up but given that she hasn’t shown up to work without putting in a notice, she basically abandoned her job and quit.

Growing up me and my dad didn’t have much money. My mom left when I was 4 because she decided she didn’t want to have kids? I don’t know her actual reason, anyways I got my ‘first job’ when I was 9, my dad had a family friend who owned a car garage. My dad started working there after he had already lost his job, everyday after school I didn’t want to stay with my grandparents but instead went to the garage.

After 10 years of working in my freshman year of college, at this time the garage was doing well, we had 4 establishments and recently bought a towing company and a scrap yard and combined them. My dad was made assistant manager and help co run the company. So after my father I was the next in charge which had its downside.

It was summer break and I was working with my co workers who were like a family to me because I knew them for so long. It was getting late and we were about to close down, it was only me and 4 others as some people had left when a family in this Toyota van rolled in. My friend who I will call Dave greeted them. That is when all hell broke loose, there were 6 people, Karen, Karen’s Husband, Karen’s Parents, and her 2 kids. Husband got out to go talk to Dave about the problem with their call while I offered to take the rest of the family inside to do some basic paperwork.

After I sat down at my desk and began to pull out the paperwork. That is when I realized didn’t have car insurance so I explained what that meant for the repair price. “Of course I know about insurance! I am older than you! You know what I want someone else for this” the Karen said, “Ma’am it would be easier to stick with me as I am qualified” I said. Boy she did not like that, she started talking about how I was too young and she wanted a more professional person to do the paperwork with.

Me being me I said my education and experience are on par with most of the other staff who age ranges are 30 to 50. “I want your manger, they can get me someone qualified” the Karen yelled, “Ma’am the manger and assistant manger is not here, I can get someone else though if you quiet down” I said.

Karen was actually so loud that her husband had took the kids down the road to the local ice cream shop to distract her kids as the grandparents were at a thrift shop away from their daughter. As I pretended to walk away and sent Dave to pretend to be more qualified personal, I put on my associate manager badge and walked back in and Dave stood up and walked away. “Hello I am ______ J am the associate manager here how can I help you” I said, luckily before she can blow out my ear drums her husband came in apologized for here behavior and took over the rest of the interaction.

I wouldn’t say it was one of the best days but to me it kinda was because after they left my significant other came in with a busted tire. That day I met them and they after I graduated college and got a job we were married :)

(Hello, sorry for no paragraphs but I have struggled with grammar for a long time and still do, sorry if no paragraphs upset you but they are paragraphs god damn paragraphs)

Fun Fact: Her husband is bisexual and was my boyfriend for a few years, we were friends after we broke up and texted each other. We didn’t get together but he got me and my husband together

On mobile, so during the 2020 our neighbor across the street passed away. Afterwards the house was bought and renovated, then lock down happened and I was laid off. Luckily it didn't affect me or my wife financially and we continued to be well off and all was fine. One day while doing some much needed yard work, a man had stopped by (names changed for privacy reasons). He introduced himself and his girlfriend as Juan and Michelle, and ended up having a nice conversation and learned he was the one that bought the house. After that conversation they invited us both to pizza down at our areas most popular pizza place (all hand made brick oven pizza, it's really good). We accepted the invitation and was to meet up there on Sunday. The week went on and soon Sunday had rolled around and we walked up to the front of the restaurant and sat and waited for our hosts to arrive. While we waited I had ran inside and grabbed us both a drink, 15 minutes later a manager had stepped outside and ask if we had ordered yet. Me "No we haven't ordered yet, but we are waiting for someone to arrive" manager "ok, well when you are ready step inside." A few minutes later my wife and I are starting to get agitated and thinking about leaving when the manager stepped back out side, manager "you two are Juan's guest's correct? " Me "yes? We are sitting here waiting on him." Manager "oh, well he's inside, do you not remember me?" We sat there looking confused about who she was "I'm Michelle, Juans girlfriend." It then clicked with us who she was and followed her in. I don't remember the conversation that took place after, but it turned out Juan owned both the pizza place and the burger place next to it. We were later told that he grew up poor and hated the way his home country was, so he made it his mission to give back as much as possible no matter who it was. We ended up with too much pizza and had to call a friend to come eat it with us. Over the next two years of us living there, there would be the occasion of me and my wife going to these places to eat and a few of these visits ending up with free food. Now you probably thinking we took advantage of his generosity, well no. Any time we didn't pay the staff got what we would have paid as a tip, and would offen have to avoid him and his girlfriend so we could pay, and that I didn't feel that I was taking an opportunity away from someone else that needed that free food more than me.

I was clearing glasses from tables. I approached this group of men at a table and collected their empty pint glasses. They had a empty chair which I swerved past to get access to the table. They must’ve not seen my uniform of me holding glasses. The group gave me weird looks and one of them said in a snarky tone “you can’t sit here”. A truly humbling experience

This story takes place in 2002, when I was senior in high school. It was Homecoming weekend at my high school, when this story takes place.

For context, the date was October 2, 2002, the day before my school's Homecoming dance. It was, also, payday and the night of the rally before the Homecoming football game. The key characters are:

OP (Me) Hot date (My date to the Homecoming dance) Hero manager (My manager) Mom (My mother) Karen (Entitled woman)

For some more context, my mother is present, because she was driving me and my date to the rally, because my car was being worked on (dead starter and solenoid switch), and wanted to eat at Burger King.

The Story:

It is seven in the evening, on a Friday. Dinner rush is over, so there are only five people in line. I walk over to my manager, who is between the drive-through window amd the order counter. Manager sees me. Unfortunately, so does Karen. The following conversation ensues (to the best of my memory).

Karen (to OP): Why are you cutting in line? And, why are you pestering the manager. You can't possibly, work here. You look... 15 and dressed for a... school dance.

Manager (hands OP his paycheck): Ma'am, he DOES work here. Just because he is dressed for a school dance, doesn't mean he is to young to work Herr.

Karen (to Manager): Was I talking to YOU? I DON'T think I was. Why are YOU handing him an envelope (my paycheck)?

OP: THIS, ma'am, is my PAYcheck. You know... what I earned feeding people, like you.

Mom (to Karen): QUIT talking about MY son (my mother, when pissed, is a true mama bear.) Quit TALking to my son. WHAT my son is DOing is NONE of your business.

Karen (to Mom): Listen here bitch, it is NOT your place to talk to me. Furthermore, you look nothing like "my son" (she used air quotes as she said the end of it).

Hot date (to Karen): Excuse me, but I can assure you this woman is MY man's mother. So turn right around, pay attention to your own affairs, and quit talking to and about MY man. (to OP): Come here, handsome. Let's order supper and eat. ForGET this wench.

Me, mom and I ordered our meal, leaving Karen to seethe that she got put in her place.

Manager (to OP while looking at Karen): And because of this bitch, you can have the order for free. Enjoy your weekend. We will see you on Tuesday evening. (to Karen): As for you, once you get your order, you are banned from this location. If I see your car or you, again, you will be trespassed, at this location.

I manage a pumpkin patch. We have the pumpkins, of course, but also a few rides, slides, bounce houses and petting zoos. Designed to appeal to younger kids. Think the 3-15 year age. But most rides are for 5 to 15.

This happened right after opening, She was the first guest there. I was not wearing my manager apron because I had to chase an escaped baby pig, and baby pigs do what baby pigs do...

Our rides have ratings for what AGE they are appropriate for. There are weight restrictions too, but the big one is the age. 5 to 15 years old on this big, 30' in the air slide.

A woman decided that it would be fine, and safe, to strap her one year old to her, climb this slide and go down.

I told her absolutely not. That she was absolutely not allowed to do that.

She informed me she HAD to because the baby could not climb up there by himself.

Ma'am! Your ONE YEAR OLD INFANT is NOT allowed on that slide!!

She told me the manager had given her permission... and that she had been allowed down with same baby last year (with a NEWBORN?! She was absolutely NOT allowed to do that).

She demanded to speak to the manager who told her she could. I told her the only manager on site was ME and I had never seen her in my life.

She and her partner and baby went to the parking lot where they ambushed the co-manager. The very Mexican co-manager. They told him I was rude and racist against Mexicans.

"Let me get this straight," he laughed. "My WIFE is racist against... Mexicans?"

They left in a huff. They called the owners who told them if they couldn't follow the rules to stay the hell off of their lot.

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Cross posted because I didn't know about this sub until a lovely commenter directed me here.

I was at Target one night, around 20 years old. Sweatpants, university t-shirt, carrying my purse, just browsing with my roommate. Two girls are shopping down the aisle and one of them looks directly at me and asks, "Ma'am, could you see if you have anymore of these?" I couldn't even respond, just stared at her with my mouth open, confused as hell, because actually I did work there. At Target, at that exact store. I was just in shopping on a night off. The girl's friend hit her and said, "She doesn't work here you idiot!" and dragged her friend away, who was now staring at me awkwardly too. I was still just standing there, gawking, wondering how in the world she could tell, or if she just got lucky.

I spent over 20 years working as a flight attendant for an international airline back in 70-90's, when most people dressed better tan todays passengers and also behaved better too. We were on a daylight flight of about 7-8 hours and had just finished collecting the meal trays, to put away, before we did a bar service, This was on B747 jumbo, every seat occupied, so it took a little while to complete each service. I was with a female attendant in one aisle, and in the other aisle two males operating the cart.

In an aisle seat a few rows behind one of the guys, a 20ish girl, looking more like a Barbie doll, inn her pink track suit & blonde hair & large sunglasses, started snapping her finger in the air, singing out "hey, I want a drink, now". They guy, a gay attendant who had previously been a cabaret performer, started snapping the fingers on both hands, did a little dance step down to the woman, singing the George & Ira Gershwin song from Girl Crazy, "I've Got Rhythm". until he got to the girl. He sad to her "you know this song is from Crazy Girl, and if you wait a few more minutes, we will be down to you for your order. As he walked back to the bar cart, still snapping his fingers & singing, there was a big applause from passengers in the area. When he reached her again, she refused to order a drink, but a couple of people asked for another song, and to rub salt into the girls "wounds" he sang and tap danced "Barbie Girl" for them, to a lot of applause, before continuing to serve drinks.

His response when we were back in the bar storage area was "stupid bitch, I have more rhythm in my big toe than she has brains in her head". We got a laugh out of it and the girl didn't say another thing to anyone for the rest of the flight.

So I posted this to another thread of "I don't work here" because my baked behind didn't pay attention 🤣 but I have one for off the clock.

I am a flamboyant queer, bright punk style hair, I stand out. I also live nearby and there is no where else to shop so I have to shop at my work...

Customers who know me and see me going on break I'll make jokes to about "I put on my incognito jacket and no one will recognize me"

I have customers who have a hard time with English and know I will help them and am pretty good at figuring out what they need and working through the lack of words they have.

I have customers who know I know my way around the store or know who to ask.

One lady who needs a motorized cart knows I'll always find her one and even if I'm in street clothes with my bag headed out the door she will stop me and ask if I know where any are and go half way across the huge parking lot to get her the scooter her kids or husband could have gotten for her (I'm too nice)

Unfortunately, this means if they know me they know I'm helpful and will stop whatever I'm doing to help them.... 😅

Well I rarely pull the "I'm not on the clock" card but the other day, I did.

I had just clocked out, coming out of the employee bathroom from changing into my street clothes I see a guy looking lost.

Now I'm in a grocery store, behind those double doors that clearly say "employees only" and no grocery store anywhere let's anyone past those doors... this man is about to walk into the cooler and I thought "maybe he's a delivery guy who's a bit lost" so I ask him the worst thing I could have "can I help you?"

He goes on to say there's no more watermelon. I tell him he has to go to produce and find an employee who's on the clock and they can help him. He proceeds to yell at me that he was just over there. I cut him off and repeat he needs to go find an employee over in produce, they can help him, I cannot. He then tells me to go find an employee for him and I go back and forth with him repeating that he needs to leave the employee only area and go find an employee on the clock and out on the floor (he had to pass deli as well as bulk food to get to where I was so he had people he could have asked) he finally left in a huff but bro, you don't get to come into the employee area and yell at people off the clock to do things for you. That's not how shit works. Had he not immediately started yelling at me I would have walked him over there to show him how stupid he is as he probably just didn't see they were moved to a different table (found that out later)

But also happy I didn't get in trouble for treating an old man like the toddler he was behaving like.

edit If anyone here wants to come after me to helping even off the clock, f off and take it elsewhere. No one is suffering because I give up 30 seconds of my time to help people. They know me, recognize me as me, and often don't look down to see if I'm in uniform.

Clearly I hold my ground when they break rules, it's not the end of the world for me to point them in the direction of an isle or send them to an employee who can help them, or grab a stupid cart.

I'm not "making things harder" for my coworkers.

So for Context I work at an arts and crafts store and as someone who is majoring in arts and has a hobby in arts I tend to shop there as well.

So I was already clocked off and me and my mom were shopping and I decided I wanted some new Copic Markers, my bosses don’t mind that I take the keys to unlock the cabinet they’re in, so I do so. Now our uniform is typically a red shirt or a vest

However the thing is when I go to put them back near the registers a lady Asks if I can help her and I just kinda freeze up on not knowing how to respond, I wasn’t wearing my vest, just khakis and a jacket with an anime T-shirt.

Thankfully my Coworker behind the register offered to help her when I was just about to respond.

I probably would’ve said “I uhh…do work here but I’m off the clock, what can I help you with?” but I was just so stunned

On this particular day I was assisting with pull by going around to check lanes, gust services, security, etc and collecting spider wrap and keepers to put on this new release that was selling as fast as we could get it off the truck. It was hectic and I was doing my not quite a jog speed walk, carrying a hand basket filled with security. Guest services had a long line and all 4 registers open so I just slipped past them knowing where they kept the spider wrap. I was loading up my basket when someone grabs my shoulder and spins me around. A manager who I have worked with before and should know me is berating me for cutting in line and going into an employees only area. I show her my ID and say I am an employee and try to explain what I’m doing. She continually talks over me and insists on calling security. So now she’s standing with me next to the registers, she’s closed her register to focus on me so now only 3 are open and the line is getting longer. After several minutes security shows up, looks at me and the spider wrap for less than a second and without acknowledging her just tells me to hurry back to tech because they have been calling that they need security and have been calling on the radio asking what’s keeping me. Security didn’t even speak to her. Sadly this wasn’t the last time this happened.

Disclaimers: on mobile, English is a second language, not in the US.

I just received the forms for this year's food festival and I was reminded of what happened last year.

After the first quarantine, the mayor in my city decided to organize a food festival in August; because it was a success, it has become an annual event. I've taken part on both of them and planning to take part this year also. While most participants go with tried and true hand held (to a degree) recipes, I use it to try new things (that maybe update my menu). Anyway, to the story.

As a crew, we had the experience of the previous year of what about to expect. I had gone with one tweak of a standing recipe I had (pulled pork sandwiches) and one new one. The new one was a sandwich with smoked sausage, grilled onions, peppers and eggplant and a feta cheese sauce. Since the opening hours for the festival were 11:00 to 23:00, we planned on having a three man crew (two cooks, one apprentice) on site with enough food to cover the rush hour of lunch and restoke when the crew changed (at 17:00). If they needed anything, they would give us a call and we would bring it from the shop (we were about 500 yards away).

That fateful August day, we received a call from the crew around 13:00 that they were running low on vegetables and cheese sauce. Apparently, a cruise ship had anchored outside of the city's port and had debarked most of their passengers for 12 hours in the city and most of them hit the food festival. So I grab a portable fridge, load it with vegs and sauce and head to stand. Having a pass, I move fast through the entrance (one entrance and one "official" exit for both staff and visitors), but I catch some glares. As I stepped inside the "food court", I noticed that almost every stand had a big line in front of them.

As I move past our line to reach the stand's door, I hear people shouting "Hey!" "Where are going?" and "Get back in line". I'm almost at the door, when someone grabs my shoulder (which for various reasons connected to my past, is not a good move). I turn around to see a gray headed older man, dressed in classic tourist attire (light yellow shirt, khaki shorts, white socks and sandals and a hat).

Tourist, still holding my shoulder: "You can't cut the line like this! People are waiting!"

Me: "First, remove your hand. Second, I need to cut the li-"

Tourist: "No! You need to go back in line!"

At that point, one of my cooks is almost hanging over the counter, waiting for the ingredients and I'm starting to loose my temper; but I give another try.

Me: "I need to go in there to g-"

Tourist, now red in the face and shouting: "NO! YOU NEED TO GET BACK IN LINE AND WAIT FOR YOUR FOOD! Young people this days... (mumbling)"

Well, that was it for trying; time for my inner Neanderthal.

Me, forcibly removing his hand from my shoulder: "ME NOT CUT LINE, YOU NO EAT! GEGE?"

He looks at me shocked, when finally my cook shouted: "Hey boss! Can I have the stuff now?"

I handed him the fridge and told him not to sell to that guy. My cook's reply: "I know better that to feed wild animals"

The other day I was outside my work (office block in the city centre) on my smoke break talking with my work mates.

It’s quite a nice day so we’re all enjoying the weather, no coats or jackets on and out work passes on lanyards around our necks quite obviously.

Now bearing in mind that this is the city centre there’s not too much through traffic pedestrian or otherwise. There is a large park by our office where a fair amount of homeless people gather to drink ect but not much else around. It’s pretty obvious where we are standing that we work for the office building. It’s also not a public building, you have to have a pass to get past the door and there’s no real need why anyone who doesn’t work in this building would be standing outside it, although where we stand is technically public land.

A homeless seeming guy comes over and asks for any spare change. We didn’t have any cash and told him that, he then asked if we could spare a smoke. All my friends do the obligatory pat down and excuses of last cigarette ect. I feel kinda bad for the guy as he was polite upon asking and there really isn’t anything worse than not having a smoke when your craving one so offered him mine.

I passed the guy the whole pack to take a cigarette from but kept a keen eye on him as he did look a bit flighty and I didn’t really want him running off with basically a fresh pack of smokes.

The guy looked at the package pulled a disgusted face and started bitching and moaning about the brand of tobacco to me. “Could you not afford anything better?” He asks. (It’s not a cheap brand) My friend and I exchanged a look of “is this guy serious?” And I shrugged and told him “I like what I like I guess”

He then asked me if I had any other cigarettes he could have instead. I was baffled - I’m not some sort of cigarette vending machine?! I laughed and said “no sorry, that’s all I have, if you don’t want then I’m sure you can ask someone else.” He mumbled something I didn’t really hear and took 2 cigarettes out the box. Cheeky but whatever. He lit one of the cigarettes and then jumped up from where he was sitting on the wall and spluttering and screamed “what the fuck?! They’re menthol!” And threw the box at me yelling “what the fuck? Menthol! Why don’t you just get a job!?”

I pointed to my lanyard and said “erm …. What?! I literally work right here”

And with that he walked off still smoking my cigarettes shouting “whatever! Just get a job, you freak, get a job!” Leaving me to pick up the box and stare after him in complete shock.

Later my friend said “he obviously want aware, beggars literally can’t be choosers.”

Anyway, apologies it wasn’t a juicy Karen story, just a bizzare one instead.

Tldr - guy begging for money and cigarettes takes issue with the brand of cigarettes I gave him and then told me to get a job so I could earn better money to give him better freebies all whilst standing outside my workplace.

I just discovered this sub, and I have to share one of the dumbest experiences I had working as a security guard during Covid. I was assigned to Sam's Club right at the peak of everything, and it was as bad as you'd expect. I lived in a very Conservative area at the time and everyone was acting like a baby over mask enforcement, but that wasn't the issue in this case.

Basically, I had stepped off my post to use the restroom, and as I was leaving this dude came in with a ton of clothes, walking right by me (in an obvious security uniform) and a huge sign that says "no merchandise beyond this point." So, with this being my job, I naturally said "sir, you cannot bring merchandise in the restroom." This dude seriously turns back to me and says, "y'know why don't you go get a job and stop harassing me?" I then point to my badge and the security logo on my jacket, and reply "this literally is my job." He continues arguing, claiming he needs a dressing room and all that (the store never had them to begin with, but especially during Covid would not allow you to try things on). The entitlement was unreal.

Anyway, simple story, but it has always stuck with me how absurdly stupid it is to tell a security guard to "get a job" in response to being called out for trying to take merchandise into a bathroom stall. What do you think security is for, bro?

This happened about 2 months ago, but I just thought to post this here.

I (27 enby) am a freshman English teacher. For whatever reason, I look young for my age (though I’d argue not high school age), and between that and my style of dress, I’m often confused for a student by adults who don’t know me and student aides. Since I’m at a new school this year, it happens a significant amount.

The funniest instance of this confusion, though, was when we were testing a few months ago. I was assigned to proctor, which is just doing nothing but watching the kids take a test to make sure they aren’t cheating. One of our admin (Ms. A), who I had emailed numerous times for a variety of reasons, comes in, looks around, and leaves.

I shrug it off, thinking she was just checking to see how many students were still testing, and go back to the most boring task ever.

A few minutes later, the door opens and another admin (Ms. B) pops her head in. She looks around, makes eye contact with me, and signals for me to step into the hall.

I do so and see Ms. A standing there.

Ms. B looks at me and asks, “Have you ever met Ms. A before?”

Confused, I respond, “Not officially, though I have emailed her a few times.”

Ms. B nods and turns to Ms. A and motions to me like she’s Vanna White. “Ms. A, this is Ms. Azarath. She is, in fact, a teacher.” Ms. A looks so embarrassed.

Come to find out, when Ms. A first stopped in, she thought I was a student and ran to Ms. B freaking out about how there was no teacher in the room proctoring the test (a huge no-no). Ms. B, who had confused me for a student at the beginning of the year, knew immediately what happened.

We all laughed about it, and I told Ms. A that it was okay since it happens all the time, and we went back to our testing duties.

No drama, I know, but still a good chuckle.

I’m not sure if anybody will remember this saga but it’s been a couple of years. My original post is here and this is the update.

I’ve recently been having issues at my workplace and I’ve decided to move on.

I’ve started at my new job just over 2 weeks ago. It’s the same position, just for a different company.

Imagine my surprise when I realised that Annabelle is an existing employee at the new place and part of the team who will be reporting to me. In my first week on the job, Annabelle came into my office (having clearly remembered me and the embarrassing occurrence that was her interview few years ago) and we’ve had a very good chat. She apologised profusely and admitted that she thought everyone lies on their CV and she was so desperate to leave the job she was employed at at the time, she wanted to make herself stand out.

She’s actually a very sweet girl and an integral cog in a very well oiled machine that is the new company I’ve started at. I’ve explained to her that while it is true, most people do lie or exaggerate on their CVs, they tend to lie about much smaller things (like GCSE results) and not about running a competitors sales and marketing department. I’ve told her there’s no bad blood between us and as long as she’s doing her job and doing it well, I will endeavour to support her as much as I possibly can. I’ve made her promise that if she ever considers leaving, to come to me first and we will work on her CV and covering letter together.

I know it’s not the petty update anyone was expecting or hoping for but life has a funny way of teaching us a lesson when we need it most and I think both Annabelle and I have learned ours this time.

So I work for an Arts and Crafts store and our uniform mostly is just a red vest with the company’s name on front and back with a name tag.

I get on average I think about 1-3 people asking me if I work here.

I’m just someone who likes to wear a red vest decorated with pins and standing near the registers for the past hour trying to figure out which candy I want. And for some reason I have a name tag for said place.

Right after college I [F22] moved home to run the daily operations of my parents business. They owned some apartment complexes that were fully furnished and rented on weekly or monthly basis. Our usual tenants were travelling doctors and nurses or oil and gas guys.

One of our complexes had half furnished units like this and half unfurnished normal apartments that are on a standard lease.

I was in charge of all of the day to day. Payroll. Scheduling maintenance and cleaning. Showing units. Paying bills. Collecting rents etc.

It was my second week there and I was still learning who our long term tenants were. I was standing by my car in the parking lot about to leave when one tenant [M32] drives by and yells at me from his car “Damn girl, you got a fat ass!”

I was pretty shocked at how brazen he was so I just got in my car and left. I could see him watching me drive away too. I told my parents and maintenance about what happened and one of our maintenance guys had to tell him, in front of his gf, that I was the new property manager and if I had any more issues with him then I would evict them.

I finally have a reddit-worthy story for both r/IDOWORKHERELADY and r/IDONTWORKHERELADY.

I went to an electronics store (where the employees wear blue shirts) to purchase new headphones and to ask a question about my new laptop that I bought a month ago. When I get to the laptop section, I only saw one person there. They were wearing a blue shirt and looking at the displays, so naturally, I figured they were an employee. Nope. The lady politely made me aware of my mistake when she pointed to the logo on her shirt. The logo was of the local tech college.

I apologized. Though I did ask if she understood why I would have mistaken her for an employee? An actual employee then showed up to help the other customer, so I didn't get an answer.

On my way to the checkout, I saw a sign that told customers to purchase all items at the entrance point where someone directs people to where they need to go. Unfortunately, the guy there was discussing lunch breaks with another employee, so I waited. That's when a guy came up and asked if he could help me. He wore a black shirt with a custom print design, not the typical blue shirt, so naturally, I asked if he worked there. Yes, he did. He was kind to help me purchase my items and answer my laptop question.

I went from mistaking a customer in the employee colors to meeting an employee who wasn't wearing the blue colored shirt.

This one is kind of different. I was working at Blockbuster as an assistant manager while I was going to school. I would go to classes during the day and work the closing shift. I'm not sure if it was a company or district policy but they wanted the manager and assistant managers to work a variety of shifts with each one working at least one opening and one closing shift per week. I had no problem with that but let the manager know that because of my class schedule, I would only be able to open on the weekend. He was fine with that because no one really wants to open on the weekend anyway.

I had been there for about six months when we had a manager change. I explained to the new manager about my school schedule and the arrangement with the previous manager. The new manager didn't like that arrangement and wanted his assistant managers to have more flexibility. I told her I understood, but I wasn't going to give up school for this job and gave my two week notice.

I rarely saw the new manager because she opened on the days that I closed. I worked my normal schedule for the next two weeks. A few days before my last day, I looked at the next weeks schedule and I was scheduled for my normal schedule. I enjoyed the job, I got paid a little over minimum wage to talk to people about movies and it fit my school schedule. The only reason I was leaving was because the new manager wanting me to be more flexible. I thought that maybe the new manager had changed her mind and was willing to be more flexible.

Since I had given my notice, I could have left my uniform on the manager's desk and dropped my key in the return box after locking up the store. But since I enjoyed the job and the schedule I was scheduled fit my schedule, I decided to continue working. The next week, I was still on the schedule. I kept working and I kept getting paid.

This happened for about six weeks. Then I went in to open the store on a Sunday after being off the previous day. I opened the door and went to turn off the alarm. The alarm said I entered the incorrect code. So I entered it again, same result. After the third attempt the alarm started going off and the police were automatically dispatched. I went out front and to get away from the whaling sirens and to wait for the police to arrive.

When the police arrived, I explained the situation and showed them my lanyard and showed then that I had the key to the store. I told the officer, "I do work here, lady." The office wanted to talk to the manager, but since I had only met her the one time I didn't have her number with me, but I explained to the officer where the schedule book was and that it had everyone's number in it. She went in and got the book and called the store manager. I could tell the officer was looking concerned as she was talking to the manager.

After she got off the phone she asked me if I wanted to change my story. I said no, that I was just there on my normal shift to open the store. The officer told me that the manager was on her way down, but informed the officer that I used to work there but quit about six weeks ago. I nervously laughed and explained the ordeal to the officer. I could tell she didn't believe me until I suggested she look at the schedule. She even commented that I was schedule for four days the upcoming week.

The manager finally arrived and talked to the officer. While they were talking, I took off my polo shirt and handed it to manager along with my lanyard and the keys to the store. The manager then looked flabbergasted and asked me who was going to close the store next week. The officer and I looked even more flabbergasted, looked at each other and I replied, "Not me, I don't work here lady."

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I’m a woman - I was in my late 30’s at the time. A couple years back . I manage a manufacturing facility, it’s a small business with a handfull of employees. So we’re hiring and i set up appointments on indeed . It literally said you will be interviewed by me (insert my incredibly feminine female name) so the person I’m scheduled to interview shows up and I take him into my office . Which has a big glass window looking into the shipping room. I’m trying to interview this guy (I think he was about 24) and he keeps looking over my shoulder out the window into shipping . So I’m like “is everything ok?” He goes “when is the interview starting ?” I respond “I’m interviewing you right now” he’s goes “who’s that?” And points to my very young looking early 20’s shipping guy . I respond “that’s Chris” him: “well isn’t he going to interview me?” Me: “once again I’m interviewing you right now”. Followed by “thanks for coming in we’ll let you know” on his way out he walks over to Chris and and asks him something . After he left . I asked Chris “what did he ask you ?” He wanted to know why he wasn’t being interviewed by him.

I graduated college early and started teaching high school when I had just turned 21. On the first day, as we were instructed to do, I was standing in my classroom doorway helping monitor the halls between classes. A 19 year old senior spotted me leaning against my door frame, and made his way over to me, full swagger, charm mode fully engaged. His winning line was, “Hey girl, let me get your digits.”

I said, “Sure. 34.”

He looked confused and said, “34?”

I said, “Yeah,” and pointed to my classroom’s room number.

“I’m Ms. [my name], the music teacher. That’s my classroom, Room 34. Go to class before I mark you tardy.”

It was an epic jaw-dropper; the other students around busted out laughing and made a scene as only high schoolers can about the sick burn. Needless to say, word spread fast: don’t mess with the new music teacher—she’s “got jokes”.

Ive started my Masters' program and they have given me a couple higher-level courses to teach while I continue to study. I am only 22 and I certainly look my age.

So today, naturally, I walk into my first lab of the semester. In the front row I notice a handful of peers from my undergrad a few months ago. They see me and say "no way... its OP! Even YOU had to re-take this class?!", with a bit of smugness at the thought of finding themselves in the same boat as me. With the most smug look I know has ever had the chance to grace my face, I reply, "Nope! I am the teacher!" They are stunned, I am laughing. I told them not to worry because they shouldn't fail this time.

On another occasion, some students had wandered into my lab room seeking a place to study while I was taking a break in between classes. We ended up chatting for a bit and having some laughs. I suggested we get to studying because the class comes in soon. They say "are you sure the teacher won't mind us being in here?". I say "I am the teacher, so no its no problem!". Their attitude went from casual to uptight immediately! Once again they are stunned and I'm laughing.

Ahh, I am starting to love the element of surprise.

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This happened a few months ago during the 9-Euro-Ticket era. For those of you not familiar with it: here in Germany we had a ticket valid for all public transportations for three months after the gas prices exploded due to the war in the Ukraine. 9 Euro for a month worth of transportation via bus and trains. Needless to say our trains were up to their limits. This occasion was no different. The train I previously operated was late due the amount of passengers at each station along with technical difficulties. (doors had malfunctions. Our trains have a safety mechanism where we can't take off until the computer received the electric signal that the doors are shut. Easy fix, but doing it at every station due to people leaning against it sucks.) So I was about 5 Minutes late for the next trains I had to take over. As I rushed over to get to said train I noticed it was full to it's limits too. The problem now is: we can only get into the operator cabin by going through the passenger cabin. After a long sigh I pushed the little green button at the door to get in. A wall of passengers greeted me with annoyed and angry looks. The following conversation (not verbatim but close enough) ensued. Note: I was wearing my full uniform along with my orange high visibility vest.

Me is me. AG is Angry Guy.

Me: Excuse me, I need to get in.

AG: Train's full, take the next one.

Me: no can do. This train isn't going anywhere without me in it.

AG (not getting the hint): Train's full, fuck off!

Me: Sir, I mean it. Let me in or this train stays here.

AG (still not getting it and now yelling): Fuck you! Take the next train! This one's full! Now go away before I break your nose!

At this point I looked at him and give a nod stepping back from the train and calling my dispatcher. His word: Well, if you are still there in 30 minutes I will mark the train as "out of service".

About 5 more minutes went by with me standing outside the train before the door openes and Angry Guy looked out calling for me (probably because he finally noticed my uniform). I stepped over.

AG: Hey, the operator isn't here! Where is he?!

Me: Oh, he is here.

AG: Where?! The cabin is empty!

Me: I am the operator, sir.

AG: Why the hell didn't you say that?!

Me: Sir, I told you the train isn't going anywhere without me. Plus after you threatened me I didn't feel comfortable talking to you anymore. Now if you would kind step out along with all the people in front of the cabin door so I can get in and we can take off I would appreciate it.

He didn't say anything else. He and about 12 other people had to step out. I finally got in and we left the station with a 13 minute delay.

Edit: To clarify a few things... This wasn't in Berlin. It was in a more rural area here in Germany. It wasn't with the DB, but a smaller company.

Was it petty? Yes. Honestly for three months straight we dealt with all kinds of people. Being yelled at constantly. It took a toll on all of us.

Was it an asshole-move? Maybe.

Unprofessional? No. I am not required to tell people who I am. I wore my uniform identifying me as a member of my company. Rules dictate that passengers have to follow orders giving by members of staff. Be it operators or service or maintenance staff. Once the threat was spoken I wasn't required to talk to that AG at all.

Did I get in trouble? No. Company is on my side.

So I’ve worked at a deli in a grocery story for about 2 years now. I have never been asked if i worked at the store until I was going on break today. Glad I can finally contribute something to this subreddit, even if it’s for something as stupid as this, lol