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So, I thought about just posting in the other thread, but decided to instead make an entire new thread for stories from work. I have a number of weird or funny stories from my time as a call center tech.

Anyone else with stories to tell, please add them here if you like. Please be careful about posting identifiable info for any current jobs.

General Specific said:

Oh my god, I have so many stories from working in a call center. I did 8 years of tech support. I'm about to go home, so may try to type a few out later.

Just as a teaser and to jog my memory later, I will leave these here:
Broken Bubble
Shotgun English Lady
Tornado
Moo

I may have told some of those stories before, but if anyone wants to hear them again, I will more than happily tell them.

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For my first story, I am going to tell the one from the above quote that I referred to as "Moo."

This was when I was on the team that supported a well-known east coast U.S. grocery chain. Their mascot is a large cat.

Around the time I was working for them, their stores were run by text-based interfaces still. As support, we were able to dial into them and it would not notify the people at the stores in any way that someone was watching them. We could also do direct input as if we were using the keyboard. Both are important, remember them for later.

Now we were contractually obligated to support these stores all the time, because there were a few that were 24-hour. So we had a couple of guys that worked 3rd shift. One of them, was a guy named Mike. Now Mike had worked for the company for quite a while and long ago lost his last fuck to give. So now, he was out mostly to do as little work as he could get away with and to enjoy himself as much as possible. He wasn't a bad worker, per se, just fairly lazy. I happened to work second shift, so interacted with Mike quite a bit.

One of the problems we regularly had at night with the stores was that one of the closing reports would freeze while processing. All the stores had to do was go to the computer that was running the report and hit CTRL+D. That would unstick it and it would continue. We got calls for that multiple times per night and it was a fairly quick fix, but we still had to log the call, etc. Kinda a pain in the ass, but it got to be so it was routine.

Mike hated those calls. They were boring. So, he decided to have a little fun. He would wait until the call volume was ticking down, but if he got a store calling in late with that stuck report, he would tell them that believe it or not, these new systems are pretty advanced. They have all sorts of cool features like advanced intelligence and voice recognition. In fact, the computer was probably tired and feeling unappreciated from long days of not being treated very nicely. All the store would have to do is apologize to the computer.

Now, most people balked at this. They didn't believe it would work. So Mike would take his time to convince them. Eventually, he'd get someone to tell the computer they were sorry. Well, darn it, wouldn't you know it, nothing would happen. Mike would then tell them that the computer seems to be feeling especially put upon, but DON'T WORRY! We planned for this and programmed a backdoor. All you would have to do is Moo like a cow and the computer will be forced to finish processing the report. Well, while all this was going on, he had dialed into their system and just sat there waiting. As soon as he got them to moo, he hit CTRL+D and the report would go through, much to the astonishment of many people.

My guess is that years later, long after Mike and I had both left that team, there were still stores that would have the report hang and the manager would ask, "Well, have you tried Mooing yet?"

Y'all really don't want me to contribute to this thread. Trust me.

Okay

I know I post a lot about my current workplace, but here I'm going to tell a story I think I might have told before, at least in parts, about a previous job I (briefly) had.

In the mid-naughties, when I was technically still in grad school but was happily neglecting my studies to take translation and interpretation cases, I started working for a friend and former colleague of my father's. Mr. Friend was in the financial industry, he held an executive position for the Taiwan branch of a multinational financial institution, which I will refer to as Big Finance Group, or BFG. Upon learning that I was in the translation and interpretation field, he started first giving me cases on a freelance basis, but then later on hired me as a part-time employee for BFG Taiwan Branch. I would do translation and interpretation for them, and also tutor some of their employees in English. Because of his relationship with my dad, and because I think he wanted to bring me in on a full-time basis after I finished grad school, he paid me very well for my time during this period.

Then BFG announced that they were opening a new venture in Taiwan, one that would offer a wider range of financial services. It was a big deal at the time. Furthermore, BFG announced that the chairman and CEO of BFG's New Company would be Mr. Friend. So, that was great news for him and potentially for me, because I basically already had one foot in the door, given that Mr. Friend liked me.

I was in attendance at the opening ceremony of New Company, because a lot of VIPs from BFG's various international headquarters were in attendance, so they needed me there as an interpreter. I mostly followed Mr. Friend around and interpreted for him, and he introduced me to plenty of big shots. Then we had lunch, and it turns out they'd arranged for a special performance during lunch, in which a troupe of acrobats came in and did a special show. One part of the show involved one of the acrobats climbing up a long pole, about 2 or 3 stories tall, which would symbolize the fortunes of the company rising up into the heavens.

Well, the pole collapsed, the performer fell down onto the concrete ground, the performance was halted, an ambulance was called, and Mr. Friend's expression would best be described as "vexed" for the remainder of lunch. Not just because someone got hurt on opening day, but also because of the inauspicious symbolism of the guy falling during the part of the performance that was supposed to represent the company's rising fortunes.

Well, as it turned out, apparently the heavens take symbolism seriously, because things immediately started going wrong, beginning with me. As I mentioned, I was just a grad student at the time, so I was relatively inexperienced at how professional interpreters operate. After the ceremony, I posted a detailed account on my Livejournal, including a description of what had happened at the performance, as well as some other slightly-less-than-flattering stories about the various people I'd met that day. The opening ceremony had occurred on a Friday, I'd posted my journal entry on Friday evening, and at 8am the next day (ie Saturday morning) Mr. Friend called me. He said that the folks at BFG had found my Livejournal post within 12 hours of me posting it, and were miffed about it. Not just about the various unflattering things I posted, which naturally they weren't thrilled about, but mostly because they wanted all announcements and publicity to go through their official channels, not through some random interpreter's blog. Mr. Friend regretfully said that he'd have to fire me, and that he'd like me to delete the journal entry, and that hopefully I'd learn from this experience. Which I did.

But then things started going wrong further for New Company. Apparently they were counting on having a translator on staff in their early days, so my abrupt firing led to some delays in communications and publications. I don't know too many details about this part, it was mostly relayed to me a few years later when I ran into Mr. Friend again, but basically he said that due to these delays, New Company was often one step behind its competitors in terms of offering certain services or products. And in a field as competitive as finance, once someone else gets a head start over you it can be hard to catch up. So, basically, business at New Company wasn't great.

But wait there's more. Remember how I said this story takes place in the mid-naughties? Well guess what, the financial crisis of '07 and '08 hit BFG really hard. I don't want to reveal too many details, but suffice to say BFG has never been the same afterwards. It closed down most (if not all) of its branches and subsidiaries in Taiwan, including New Company. The company had only been in existence for, I dunno, two or three years before it shut down. Nowdays BFG still exists, but its presence in Taiwan is non-existent.

Fortunately, Mr. Friend was able to land on his feet. Thanks to his extensive knowledge and experience in the financial industry, he was able to get another high-level position at another institution, so that's good. I run into him every now and then, at dinners and parties, and I always apologize to him for being a dumbass early on in my interpretation career, and he always tells me it's fine and that he's glad I learned from the experience. But nonetheless, sometimes I think back to that scene of the acrobat falling down from that pole, and connect it to the news I read about BFG suffering from the financial crisis, and I wonder to myself whether there's a connection.

So, I used to work at a company that had 1600 radio and television affiliates, and 27 satellite offices.
There were 4 of us on staff as tech support for this huge, sprawled out infrastructure. As you can imagine, we were always busy.

One day, one of my colleagues gets promoted. My boss had invented some middle-middle-management position between him and us, and stuck my colleague in it. So now, there were three of us, and this 'supervisor' and my boss. One day, while he's sitting at his desk chatting (while we were all taking calls and working tickets as fast as we could) I asked if he would mind helping out. "I'm a supervisor now. That's your job" was the reply.

Shortly thereafter, I found another job, put in my notice, and quit. This was way back when everyone still got paid by check, so I came in two weeks later to get my last check. The HR ladies were asking me if I had gone around and said goodbye to everyone in the department, and I said I hadn't. Then they asked "You haven't said goodbye to <supervisor> yet?"

"Hell no! That little prick is the reason I quit in the first place." I replied.

He was standing right behind me.

And I'm so glad he was.

Want me to tell the story of the long time alcoholic old man who I got to find sitting in the prayer position at his bed, dead, the floor around him covered in shit and blood because he had literally shit out his guts as he died? He was bloated and purple and smelled worse than anything I've ever experienced in my life.

How about the day I came upon the scene of a drunk driving accident where I had to go knee deep into a bog to find a torso.

Yeah, these memories suck.

Most of you know I am an overnight manager at a North Hollywood hotel.
I think just between myself and Dark Audit we could own this thread.

Tonight's story:
A few years ago I come into work and I'm immediately made aware of a gentleman in a room on the 7th floor (top floor of our highest building) 720. It's passed on to me that he's been acting odd around the hotel. Nothing destructive or suspicious... just odd. But they know his room number so they gave me his details before they head out for the night and leave me in charge.
Well it doesn't take long before I'm notified by security of someone wandering the halls who seems like he doesn't know where he is.
I join them in the building and ask the gentleman some questions. At one point he introduces himself as Meryl Streep, but I eventually get enough information to confirm my suspicion that this might be our guest from 720.
Eventually he snaps out of his daze and gives me some more clear answers. I find out he's an aspiring actor who's come out here temporarily to get some auditions before he has to return to the East Coast. He also hasn't been sleeping well so his doctor has prescribed him with some medication to help him do so, but its his first night on them and it's messing with him. I ask him if he'd like to go to a hospital or see a doctor but he tells me he just wants to get back to his room and get some sleep. He's still not entirely aware of his surroundings but I manage to get him to back to his room and ask him to call me if he needs absolutely anything at all. He says thank you and closes the door.

Skip ahead a few hours and I haven't heard from him. The next shift manager comes on and I'm about to leave. I've wrapped up and am heading to my car when I hear the ambulance sirens.

So according to an eye witness our friend in 720 came out on the balcony that morning, completely naked, and seesawed over the railing and plummeted the 7 stories to the garden below.

The good news is he survived. He was in pretty bad shape but he did live. I heard later that he was not only taking sleeping meds but was also mixing it with other things including alcohol.

While we have had people climb balconies between rooms or even be dangled over a balcony in the past, this guy would be the only plummet from a balcony that I'm aware of in the hotel industry.

I meant this as mostly light-hearted stories of crazy/weird things that happened. Everyone can share what they want. Sorry to dredge up bad memories, @Frank

For my next story, I'm going to tell you about Dave. Not our @Dave, of course, a different one. See later on in my job at the call center, I supported a variety of customers. Most of which were retail stores. The likes of Victoria's Secret or Home Depot. This is not a story about those. This is about supporting some fast food places on US Military bases.

The thing to know about this is that usually all of the stores and stuff on military bases are run by the spouses or family of the active-duty military people that are assigned to the base. These are people that may come in or leave with little notice and generally are not ones that wanted to run those stores. The family just needs extra income or the person is bored and there may not be any other jobs available near them. So they wind up managing a fast food shop or a grocery store. They generally are well-meaning, but just not cut out for doing the jobs they wound up having.

Now on to Dave. Dave had been with the company for so long he had become invaluable. He was the only person who knew our software backward and forwards, inside and out. He also hated the company. He would quit every so often only for the company to beg for him to come back and offer him more and more money until he agreed. So if one of the stores we supported messed up their closing to the point that we couldn't fix it, we got to call Dave.

I say we "got" to because listening to Dave was hysterically funny, for us. He would be at home, slightly drunk and watching a basketball game or something when he would pick up the call from us. We'd have to explain the situation and he would then sit in his kitchen with no computer in front of him and talk the customer through straightening things out. He'd get it fixed 100% of the time. He'd also yell at the customer nearly 100% of the time. My favorite was when he was walking one of my callers through a long process to get their end-of-day back on track and he had them navigate to a folder and then he asked for the date on the only file in that folder. "6:15 pm" came the response. Dave's reply was, "THE DATE YOU FUCKING MORON!!" After a bit of stunned silence, the date was given and Dave had them delete the file. After which, the end-of-day went on its merry way and we disconnected from the store.

Dave never got in trouble for anything. He was too valuable to the company and a hero to all of us who wished we could do the same.

OK, so from my original list, I have only told "Moo." So, since they are both relatively short, I am going to tell about the Shotgun English lady and Tornado.

First up, is "Tornado."

This was when I first started out as well. I was working support for the grocery store chain I mentioned previously. It was dead. We had zero calls which almost never happened. So, those of us on the desk were talking with each other, watching videos, just generally passing the time. One of my colleague's phones rang and he turned to pick it up. The rest of us paid it no mind and kept talking until he started doing the downward handwave that meant for us to shut up. He had a bit of an intense look on his face.

We shut up and waited for him to finish. Once done, he swiviled around in his chair and said, "There's a tornado a block away and headed towards me, what do I do?"

One of the store managers had called us, IT support, because there was a tornado bearing down on their store. What did they think we would tell them?
- "Ok, pulled up the Tornado protocols here, and it says to try jumping up and down and waiving your arms. That should scare the tornado away. Have you done that yet?"

I get that maybe they wanted us to go in and do an orderly shutdown of their store to try and save data, etc., but a block away is a bit late for that. You are better served to get yourself and others to safety. We can deal with loss of computers and money, but not losses of life.



So, secondly is the person we began referring to as "Shotgun English Lady." This was one of the managers of the fast food places on the military bases I have also mentioned previously. She didn't so much speak English as she knew English words and just randomly selected them to throw together into a sentence. Hence the "Shotgun" aspect. The other problem is, I don't think English was a second language for her. She just was horribly uneducated and so things that made sense to her came out in weird forms.

This made our jobs of trying to figure out just what was actually wrong and how to guide her to fixing it that much more difficult. One of my coworkers got a call from her saying there was an error message on the screen. When trying to figure out which machine it was, so he could dial in and try to find the error, she told him there was no screen. He could only reply, "Then what are you seeing the error on?"

My most memorable interaction with her was when she called in and declared that, "There ain't not no nothin' working up here in this front end!" Guys, Gals, & NB Pals, the rare QUADRUPLE NEGATIVE!! (Edit: turned out 1 register was having a problem which I got corrected in a couple of minutes. After the 15 it took to get the actual problem from her.)

Okay, I think the statute of limitations is done on this one.

On December 31st, 1994, I worked my first third shift on New Year's Eve as a "Youth Counselor" (the somewhat laughable term the state of Wisconsin gives to those who work in one of their juvenile correctional facilities, essentially as a "correctional officer" or "prison guard") at Ethan Allen School for Boys at Wales, Wisconsin. Normally, I was ambivalent about New Year's Eve, mostly since I found it a slightly depressing holiday anyways.

I had just started to work third shift at EAS (which has been closed now for over a decade), and had essentially gotten used to the routine of doing things on third shift. What no one told me was that this night was going to be... different.

The outgoing staff, who was the "advanced" for the Draper living unit (aka a "cottage"; essentially the lead staff for the building), told me on his way out that there might be some pounding, some screaming, and if it starts to get out of hand, tell them they're going to lose their canteen privileges for the week.

Famous last words if I ever heard them.

Let me quote for you (with full names redacted) the report I typed up that morning, just so I could wrap my head around what the hell I had just experienced:

The heavy pounding didn't start until 11:30 or so. When it was a few minutes after midnight, I heard glass shatter down North hallway. There was a whole bunch of glass and junk on the floor, and the door glass of rooms 34, 35 and 36 were smashed out. Apparently, Mr. Smith and Mr. Stallings had also managed to break their room door lock (When I did lock checks at 11:00 PM, all doors were secured and double-locked). Smith had a two-inch long deep gash on his right arm, cutting through flesh to the bone. Stallings had attempted to get out of the room but was handcuffed by patrol staff and placed in room 19. Smith was taken off grounds to MHO to have his arm examined around 1:15 PM. When patrol staff came at about 12:15, Mr. Singleton attempted to crawl out his broken-out room window. Singleton, Mr. Hogan, Mr. Clark, Mr. Roberts and Mr. Carroll all were sticking their heads out of their broken windows numerous times during the morning until about 2:30 AM.

At about 1:00 AM, one of the three started yelling that if I walked down the hallways to their room, I was going to have piss thrown on me. A few minutes later, the residents of room 35 claimed that one of their roommates had a cut "on his chest". Another one of the roommates stuck his arm out and the other staff who was with me, YC Biefeld, saw some blood on the arm. We called the supervisors about it, and they said to wait. Meanwhile, the residents of rooms 35 and 36 continued to throw things out of their door windows: soda cans, and (at about 1:45 AM) a cup of what may have been piss. When YC Vopal finally came into the cottage around 2:15 AM, Mr. Singleton and Mr. Hogan finally (apparently) went to sleep. Smith returned at 3:15 AM, and was placed in room 19 with Stallings.

Right now, as it stands (4:00 AM), Stallings and Smith are on Level for damage and disruptive (creating a disturbance?). Singleton and Hogan are also at least on Level I for damage, disruptive and (potentially) attempting to run away. I'm not certain about the residents in room 35, but I believe an investigation should be made into whom actually broke the window and which one of the five made threats to staff. All seven residents participated in some way to the disturbance.

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A few notes about the above comments:

• "High-number Hallway" was the "longer" hallway in the cottage, and actually was the northeast hallway. Three of the cottages (Draper, Bruce and Ferber) were laid out the reverse of the other five cottages "on the hill". Rooms were numbered 30 to 37 on the back side, closest to the booth, and 38 to 43 on the front side, facing the road inside the institution.
• The junk included, among other things, papers, torn pages from books, bed sheets, clothes, underwear, etc.
• A couple of these "youth" are now incarcerated at the various adult facilities around the state of Wisconsin.
• The doors were all made of wood, and the window frames were also made of wood. I won't comment on the veracity of my statement about "checking the doors" at the time. I suspect that the second shift staff didn't do a thorough check of the doors.
• The patrolman was Mark "Pee-Wee" Peterson, who was at last look a CO at MSDF (and also got into trouble recently over a recording made about supposed threats to an offender). The patrol and security staff were just a tiny bit busy at the time, as two other cottages had started to riot at midnight.
• MHO = Memorial Hospital of Oconomowoc, which was – at the time – the closest ER to the institution.
• In case you couldn't figure it out, Draper Cottage was the place where Serious Juvenile Offenders were placed.
• Mr. Singleton nearly succeeded in escaping, except for the nails and broken pieces of glass still embedded in the doorway.
• These weren't the only broken windows in the institution; the youth in Andrews Cottage had broken out every single pane of glass in their cottage windows that night. (Keep in mind that this is January, in Wisconsin. No, these children were not the brightest.)
• The whole thing about a "scratch on his chest"? No, I didn't believe it, either. No, I was NOT going to go down there and find out.
• Mark Biefeld later became a YC-Advanced (the name for the "lead" in a cottage) in Johnson a few years later, and – after that cottage was closed – became the Youth Work Crew Coordinator. He moved on to the DOC office in Milwaukee before retiring.
• By the time first shift staff arrived, they were still busy trying to clean up things in Andrews and Juneau Cottages at the time.
• Trivia: this incident was the first time that OC spray was used on youth at EAS.
• Thomas Vopal was this big bulky guy who ended up returning to EAS after a short stint away around the turn of the century. He was actually just below me in seniority by the year 2002. He was the scheduled patrolman for mail and bathroom calls that night. I believe he passed away a few years ago.
• I believe I wrote this on a computer that was in the classroom area; the original printout survived to today, despite getting stained by water from being stored in a cardboard box.
• Level 1 status was essentially a "security-in-cottage" status. It was used when either there was not enough room in security, the charges against the youth were not significant enough to remove him completely from the cottage, or for an early release from security to free up space in security.
• When first shift staff arrived at 6:30 AM, I had to get two youth (who had not participated in the disturbance) up from that hallway to make breakfast. They had to walk around some of the debris in the middle of the hall.
• Right as I was leaving at 6:45, the regularly-assigned staff, Gus Chavez, came in, saw the destruction in the hallway, and just stood there dumbfounded.

So, yeah.

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EDIT: I'd like to point out that the above happened early in my career. Things didn't get worse from that point onward, but let's just say I've seen some shit.

Literally.

For a while the hotel had a contract with a famous reality TV courtroom show. The show staff would basically scour the dredges of human society and find civil cases that were so ridiculous that real courts didn't want to deal with them. When they flew them to LA for the show they would put them in various hotels in the area. We got the defendants. So that means that all the people that were being sued by other people for really dumb and messed up things were the ones that stayed with us for multiple days. I can assure you they did not disappoint.
We had several issues with these guests. Usually due to their behavior on hotel grounds that was often not appropriate. Smoking in the rooms. Theft of room amenities such as hairdryers and irons. A few of them stood out though.

• One guy brought his entire family to check in with him. While getting his room key he asked what the price of a ticket to Universal Studios was. I told him the expensive price and he turned to his kids, and with the most southern drawl he said "Guess what kids? We AINT goin' to Universal!"
• One night we responded to the flooding of a hallway. Isolating the room it was coming from we knocked. After no responses we entered. We found a female guest awake, fully clothed, and sitting in an overfilling bathtub clearly coked out on something.
• A greasy type guest came to me in the middle of the night and asked me what our policy was on laptops stolen from the rooms. I told him there would be an investigation into the matter. He thanked me and left. 10 minutes later he returned to the desk and, in a fake panic, yelled out "someone stole my laptop!"

I have a story about my current company (the translation company), though it's about a coworker who no longer works here. Specifically, it's the details of this post I made in 2016 in the Rant thread:

bhamv3 said:

I posted a long, anonymous rant about something that's happening at work, but it looked like it's still possible to figure out which company and/or organization I'm talking about, so I deleted it and I'm posting the TL;DR instead:

There are ignorant people launching a witch hunt against some folks in my company, and as a result we may lose some of our best workers.

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This guy, "Bob", used to work for us as a translator. He was one of the company's first employees back when we were first established in the 90s. His long history with the company coupled with the fact that he's an amazing translator (seriously, I've seen his work, and I will happily admit he's much better than me) meant that the company sometimes bent over backwards to accommodate him. You see, Bob required very precise conditions to work. His workspace had to be almost entirely silent, and he was not to be interrupted in any way when he's working. Furthermore, he didn't like to talk to people verbally, which meant he didn't want to talk to people face to face or over the phone. If you needed him for something, you had to email him or send him a message over our messaging program, and he'd get back to you when he felt like it.

Any deviations from his preferred state of things would lead to Bob getting upset. In the worst case scenarios, he'd end up yelling, like really screaming, at whatever or whoever drew his ire. But the company put up with him because he could really churn out translations at an amazing speed and quality.

Bob got his own office, which was a big deal because everyone else in the company worked out of cubicles, apart from our CEO. Unfortunately, Bob's office shared a wall with our conference room, which meant that if meetings got a bit too animated, he'd barge into the conference room and start yelling. It got to the point where we'd start scheduling meetings for times we knew Bob wouldn't be in. Still, this wasn't always possible, so after one too many meetings got interrupted by an angry Bob, the company paid to soundproof his office. This meant Bob didn't barge into meetings to yell any more, though he would still yell at people elsewhere.

Now, pretty much everyone at the company was warned about Bob soon after joining, and they were told that he's very important to the company because he's a godlike translator, so please just stay out of his way and don't bother him. Pretty much everyone was okay with that, they understood how the company would treasure such a productive employee, and they were happy to keep away from him. Unfortunately, we aren't the only company on this floor of our office building. There are three other organizations on this floor, and we all share amenities such as elevators and bathrooms. One day, Bob headed to the bathroom, and on his way back he found his route blocked by two women from the company next door, who were talking to each other and apparently hadn't noticed him. Well, Bob blew up at them. Someone from our company would know that this is Bob being Bob, and would probably just apologize and scurry away, but these two women had no way of knowing that, and they were also (justifiably, of course) rather upset at suddenly being yelled at by this strange man. So their argument escalated until I'm pretty sure everyone in the building could hear the yelling, and I think I heard some things being thrown, until the two sides were finally separated.

In this modern social media era, pretty much everything that happens will make its way online somehow. Well, the two women went onto Facebook to post about this aggressive man from our company who'd yelled at them for no reason, and included our company's name and a description of Bob. This set off a gleeful witchhunt against our company's employees, with a bunch of people speculating about Bob's name and title, and frequently conflating him with other employees who had nothing to do with him or the argument. In some cases they even dug up outdated info and speculated that Bob was someone who didn't even work here any more. This whole ordeal led to some of our employees getting unduly harrassed, to the point where some of them were considering leaving the company.

In the end, the company gave Bob an ultimatum. He could head over to the company next door and apologize, or we'd have to let him go. He chose the first option, and went over and apparently gave a very sincere apology, in which he acknowledged that he was wrong and that he can be difficult to work with, and said he's sorry for his actions. The two women went on Facebook and posted about Bob apologizing, which apparently mollified the angry mob, and things settled down.

Still, this incident apparently marked the beginning of the end of the company being willing to make such extensive accommodations for Bob. His more outlandish demands, such as no one talking to him, were deemed unrealistic. He left the company around a year later, I believe on fairly good terms, and now Bob the yelling translator exists only in legends, which we sometimes use to scare new employees into behaving themselves.

bhamv3 said:

I have a story about my current company (the translation company), though it's about a coworker who no longer works here. Specifically, it's the details of this post I made in 2016 in the Rant thread:



This guy, "Bob", used to work for us as a translator. He was one of the company's first employees back when we were first established in the 90s. His long history with the company coupled with the fact that he's an amazing translator (seriously, I've seen his work, and I will happily admit he's much better than me) meant that the company sometimes bent over backwards to accommodate him. You see, Bob required very precise conditions to work. His workspace had to be almost entirely silent, and he was not to be interrupted in any way when he's working. Furthermore, he didn't like to talk to people verbally, which meant he didn't want to talk to people face to face or over the phone. If you needed him for something, you had to email him or send him a message over our messaging program, and he'd get back to you when he felt like it.

Any deviations from his preferred state of things would lead to Bob getting upset. In the worst case scenarios, he'd end up yelling, like really screaming, at whatever or whoever drew his ire. But the company put up with him because he could really churn out translations at an amazing speed and quality.

Bob got his own office, which was a big deal because everyone else in the company worked out of cubicles, apart from our CEO. Unfortunately, Bob's office shared a wall with our conference room, which meant that if meetings got a bit too animated, he'd barge into the conference room and start yelling. It got to the point where we'd start scheduling meetings for times we knew Bob wouldn't be in. Still, this wasn't always possible, so after one too many meetings got interrupted by an angry Bob, the company paid to soundproof his office. This meant Bob didn't barge into meetings to yell any more, though he would still yell at people elsewhere.

Now, pretty much everyone at the company was warned about Bob soon after joining, and they were told that he's very important to the company because he's a godlike translator, so please just stay out of his way and don't bother him. Pretty much everyone was okay with that, they understood how the company would treasure such a productive employee, and they were happy to keep away from him. Unfortunately, we aren't the only company on this floor of our office building. There are three other organizations on this floor, and we all share amenities such as elevators and bathrooms. One day, Bob headed to the bathroom, and on his way back he found his route blocked by two women from the company next door, who were talking to each other and apparently hadn't noticed him. Well, Bob blew up at them. Someone from our company would know that this is Bob being Bob, and would probably just apologize and scurry away, but these two women had no way of knowing that, and they were also (justifiably, of course) rather upset at suddenly being yelled at by this strange man. So their argument escalated until I'm pretty sure everyone in the building could hear the yelling, and I think I heard some things being thrown, until the two sides were finally separated.

In this modern social media era, pretty much everything that happens will make its way online somehow. Well, the two women went onto Facebook to post about this aggressive man from our company who'd yelled at them for no reason, and included our company's name and a description of Bob. This set off a gleeful witchhunt against our company's employees, with a bunch of people speculating about Bob's name and title, and frequently conflating him with other employees who had nothing to do with him or the argument. In some cases they even dug up outdated info and speculated that Bob was someone who didn't even work here any more. This whole ordeal led to some of our employees getting unduly harrassed, to the point where some of them were considering leaving the company.

In the end, the company gave Bob an ultimatum. He could head over to the company next door and apologize, or we'd have to let him go. He chose the first option, and went over and apparently gave a very sincere apology, in which he acknowledged that he was wrong and that he can be difficult to work with, and said he's sorry for his actions. The two women went on Facebook and posted about Bob apologizing, which apparently mollified the angry mob, and things settled down.

Still, this incident apparently marked the beginning of the end of the company being willing to make such extensive accommodations for Bob. His more outlandish demands, such as no one talking to him, were deemed unrealistic. He left the company around a year later, I believe on fairly good terms, and now Bob the yelling translator exists only in legends, which we sometimes use to scare new employees into behaving themselves.

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Knowing a company will accommodate that kind of hostile work environment is rather alarming.

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Knowing a company will accommodate that kind of hostile work environment is rather alarming.

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I definitely get what you mean, but well... I guess he didn't yell that much. Like once every few months or so? Basically when we heard Bob's voice we'd all just go, "Yep, there goes Bob again." I don't think anyone in the company ever contemplated leaving due to Bob.

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You mean because they stopped trying to give this high functioning autistic person the support and work environment he needed to be a valuable member of society and really make a difference?

Sure, one might think Bob's just a dickhead, but reading it like that, I'm...pretty sure the issues stemmed from him being non-normie. I have a colleague who....well, I've never known him to yell, but that's because he actually *does* still have the only Windows XP PC in the building, and he's the only one who got to take his old desk chair with him when we moved buildings, and his is the only cupboard that isn't located in the central walkway but just behind his office like it was in the previous buildings, and he doesn't have to sit in on meetings he doesn't want to, etc. He can read code like I can read a novel, though.

Bubble181 said:

You mean because they stopped trying to give this high functioning autistic person the support and work environment he needed to be a valuable member of society and really make a difference?

Sure, one might think Bob's just a dickhead, but reading it like that, I'm...pretty sure the issues stemmed from him being non-normie. I have a colleague who....well, I've never known him to yell, but that's because he actually *does* still have the only Windows XP PC in the building, and he's the only one who got to take his old desk chair with him when we moved buildings, and his is the only cupboard that isn't located in the central walkway but just behind his office like it was in the previous buildings, and he doesn't have to sit in on meetings he doesn't want to, etc. He can read code like I can read a novel, though.

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I did hear from my old supervisor that Bob was on the spectrum, but I never really tried to confirm it.

Long ago and a small distance away, I was a hotel engineer.

For those of you unfamiliar with the Rite of Passover, basically doors of houses were marked to spare the residents from the wrath of god.

Modern day now, it's Passover, guest decides to mark the rite by marking every other door on two floors (30 rooms) with human feces. Then top it off with a massive dump right in front of the elevators.

1 engineer, 1 housekeeping, 1 front desk and 1 security were the only staff available to scrub the hotel clean.

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Most companies will bend over backwards to protect valuable employees, even if they have bad behavior. Hell, this is why sexual predators seek positions that make them invaluable; they know companies will protect them over a less valuable employee and many victims won't report the abuse at all, lest their careers suffer. It's exceptionally rare to see stuff happen to these guys unless their victims organize and go public, though it's happening more often seen #MeToo.

When I was a teen, I worked at Taco Bell. I was damn good at it, and eventually made crew chief. Then they gave me all the assistant manager duties (but without the title and pay), and was grooming me to actually take the title at 18. Me and the boss ran that store so tight, it was an area training store for 18 other Taco Bells.

Then we got a new district manager. The new district manager wanted his wife to be assistant manager, so he was always dicking with me.

One day, after closing, he showed up. Here's how closing goes: Each of the crew was assigned a cleaning task. I went into the office to do paperwork, which usually took longer than the cleaning. When each person got done, they'd come get me, I'd check their work, and let them go.

After I let everyone go, the DM says "There's a health inspection tomorrow. I need you to detail clean all of these areas."

I knew he'd done it just to fuck with me, because he could have easily told me before I let everyone go, so we could all get in on it. I tell him I have school in the morning, but he says he doesn't care what I have in the morning--I have work tonight.

He goes into the office, and starts doing god-knows-what. I keep filling up buckets of water and dumping them on the floor, until it's a good half-inch deep. The store didn't have a floor drain, so any water on the floor had to be mopped up. Once I determine I'd put enough water on the floor, I went into the office, gave him my keys and quit.

The school bus passed by that taco bell every morning. At 9am, I saw him through the windows still trying to get all that water up with a mop.

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Most companies will bend over backwards to protect valuable employees, even if they have bad behavior. Hell, this is why sexual predators seek positions that make them invaluable; they know companies will protect them over a less valuable employee and many victims won't report the abuse at all, lest their careers suffer. It's exceptionally rare to see stuff happen to these guys unless their victims organize and go public, though it's happening more often seen #MeToo.

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Yanooo, I's a gotsa funny story about that one.

I had a cow-orker, I'll just call him "Austin". His last name belied his heritage as one born in the land of internet scam princes. He worked third shift at the same locale I mentioned earlier (EAS). He had a penchant for doing the one thing you're not really supposed to do on third shift - sleep.

One night I was on patrol (as I was still on utility position at that point) and I got a call over the radio from our front gate that the cottage that he was working in had a call light. As our cottages did not have toilets in the offender rooms, if a youth had to use the bathroom, they turned on a light that illuminated above their room door, indicating they needed something - in this case, to use the bathroom.

Call lights can be a crapshoot - pardon the pun, but it's apt - as it's all dependent on two main things: where the patrol person is in the institution, and what they're doing at the time. If they're answering call lights elsewhere, it might be a while.

As it just so happened on this fine night, I was parked in my patrol van (Chrysler mini-vans, by the way) right out in front of his cottage. I just pulled up a few feet, turned off the car, got out and keyed into the cottage.

I got inside, looked over to the booth - to see Austin dead asleep in the booth chair. I still wonder how the hell he actually managed to call for the call light in his sleep.

After a brief phone call to the supervisor (using the social worker's office down the hallway), I nudged him awake and answered the call light.

He eventually got fired because he did something you don't EVER do in corrections: leave an exterior access gate unattended - and open.

That situation happened because they were doing repairs on the sallyport at the main entrance to the institution, as we were about to have a BRAND NEW gatehouse and visiting area open up (spoiler alert: the institution closed less than three years later). They assigned a patrol person to the fire gate, located behind the kitchen on the other side of the parking lot, to open and close the gate to allow vehicles in and out of the institution.

When he got the duty, he chose to wander off to a building completely out of view of the gate so he could get a soda.

I don't know what happened to him, but I wish him well, as he is the source of constant amusement among those who worked at Wales.

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Knowing a company will accommodate that kind of hostile work environment is rather alarming.

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It sounds to me like "Bob" is somewhere on the spectrum. The accommodations he requires don't sound all that difficult and though he had an awkward social interaction, he took responsibility and apologized. I don't think Bob is a bad guy here.

I want to tell a story that's a bit spicier. Me being me, this story may have been a case of my imagination running away with me, but I prefer to think it wasn't, simply because I want to believe this type of thing can happen to a guy like me.

My first ever full-time job was serving as a technical writer at a tech company. This tech company was relatively new in the business of making its own branded products (previously it was mainly an OEM/ODM company), so it was still figuring out how it was going to operate. Consequently, there was only one technical writer for the whole company. Given that the company produces a wide variety of products (for example, ten different types of products, each with three to five product lines), this meant that there were a lot of user manuals, service manuals, quick start guides etc that had to be written. Additionally, there were other things that had to be written, such as press releases, advertisements, packaging instructions and other text, etc. As a result, the company's sole tech writer had a tremendous workload. I was hired to replace the previous technical writer, who stayed for about a month after I joined, teaching me the ropes.

Now, since this was my first ever full-time job, and since my education and training were not in technical writing (I'm a translator and interpreter by trade), this meant I didn't have much leverage when it came to negotiating my salary. As a result, I was paid roughly half the going rate of a full-time technical writer in Taiwan. Not to mention other tech companies usually have a team of technical writers, instead of just one. So when the old technical writer finally left and I was the only guy remaining, I found myself highly overworked and underpaid. I told myself this is just me paying my dues, after all it's just my first job, so I should suck it up and maybe move on a couple of years down the line if I really didn't want to stay.

Oh, I should also mention that my responsibilities at the company also included:
Maintaining the company's English website
Tracking and maintaining all the files for everything that previous technical writers had written
Serving as an interpreter at trade shows and when people visited
Compiling any bugs I found during the manual writing process. Apparently I developed a reputation for picking up major bugs that the R&D and QA departments would miss.

Now, as mentioned this company didn't really "get" the importance of technical writing. The technical writer was considered part of the marketing department, and thus I answered to the head of marketing, "Abby". Abby was a very competent woman who knew a lot about sales and marketing, but unfortunately didn't really know much about technical writing, so she couldn't help much when I ran into problems. I just had to muddle my way through however I could.

At this point I want to mention that Abby was approximately 40 years old at the time, but took good care of herself and thus she looked about 15 years younger.

Only a few months after I started working there, my current company, the translation company, came knocking. They wanted to hire me as a translation editor (ie, what I was actually trained to do) at a salary more than double what I was earning as a technical writer. Since I was overworked and underpaid, I handed in my notice at the tech company without any hesitation. Abby was immediately sent into a panic. You see, while the company might not consider the technical writer important enough to hire more than one or pay a competitive wage, they did consider not having any technical writers at all to be a highly undesirable state. Abby tried to convince me to stay, but I cited the above reasons (low pay, high workload, not being in my preferred field) as why my mind was made up. So Abby went to the company higher-ups to tell them that they'd now need to hire a new technical writer. Unfortunately, though, the company higher-ups thought that the amount they were paying me was the going rate for a technical writer in Taiwan, so they were unwilling to raise the salary on offer to hire a new writer. "We got this guy for this amount, surely we can get another one, right?"

As my notice period ticked by, day by day, and the company continued to fail to hire a new writer (I helped interview prospective candidates, and the difference between their salary expectations and what we offered was genuinely shocking at times), Abby got more and more desperate. She talked to the company higher-ups again, who apparently told her that if we couldn't hire a new writer in time, then the company would have to retain me at all costs.

So a couple of days before I left the company, Abby called me into a conference room to discuss my situation one last time. I followed her into the conference room, she closed the door, we sat down, and she immediately said, "The company higher-ups have told me to offer you anything you want to keep you here. We can match the other company's offer, or even exceed it. Name your price."

I said, "Thanks, but it's not just about the money, really the main thing is that I want to work as a translator and interpreter, so I'd rather move to the translation company."

And she said, "Oh I'm sure we can find something you'd like to do here."

And then she leaned over the conference table at me and smiled.

And then I noticed her phrasing.

And then I noticed that, rather unusually for Abby, the top she was wearing that day was showing cleavage.

And then I noticed that we were alone in a conference room, with the door closed, the blinds drawn, and the lights dimmed.

And then my brain sort of went RED ALERT RED ALERT THIS IS NOT A DRILL SOMETHING WEIRD IS HAPPENING!!!

And I stammered something about how I'm flattered at how much the company values me as an employee, and that unfortunately my mind's made up, and oh I had so much work I needed to do before my last day, I should really get back to my desk.

And Abby sighed, thanked me for my time, and we left the conference room.

I did end up leaving that company as scheduled. They managed to get a new technical writer on my very last day working there, which meant I could only spend one day with him on the handover. I have no idea how much money they offered him. I have no idea how the new writer got on, I didn't talk to anyone from that company after my departure.

Sometimes I think back to that last meeting with Abby, and wonder if it was just my overactive imagination playing tricks on me. It wouldn't be the first time. Maybe I had misconstrued what Abby was saying. But nonetheless, when I think about that meeting, I prefer to think that this kind of thing (usually reserved for the realm of fiction) can happen to a guy like me. But at the same time I'm also grateful I got out of there without any potential issues.

Classic bhamv1 story.

"I never thought something like this could happen to me, but..."

OK, I think I am going to tell "Broken Bubble" now.

At the end of my tenure at the help desk, I was put onto the Postal team. Does anyone want to guess what we supported? If you said the US Post Offices, you guessed the obvious answer correctly! Good Job!

I have a number of stories from this time and maybe I will tell a few more of them later. Today, we need to talk about the scales. Post Office scales are ridiculously sensitive. They have to be, they weigh things as light as a single envelope. We had one store where they had moved a scale closer to the door and when it opened, breezes would cause the scale to register a weight. It took us a while to figure that one out. They wound up having to move it back.

They had a tolerance of 1/10 oz. The Postal Inspectors would come around every so often and bring their very precise weights to test all of the scales. If one did not pass, it was a major issue because the store could be mischarging customers and either not collecting enough postage or, what was infinitely worse, overcharging. If a scale was found to be out of tolerances, it was immediately closed until it could be fixed. This leads to longer lines, upset customers, etc., etc., I'm sure you see why this is a bad thing all around.

So, scale calls were treated with some importance. We would get them quite regularly and we had a set procedure to walk through fixing them. One of the features of the scale is that it had a bullseye bubble level under the plate. To level the scale, all you needed to do was lift the plate up and put it aside, and then twist the feet of the scale one way or the other until the bubble was in the circle on the top of the level. I would tell a store to do this and they would usually put the phone down for 5 minutes or so while they went and did it. It wasn't hard.

During this call, I explained the process to the manager and she went away for about 15 minutes. She eventually came back saying she couldn't get it to work. So, I asked what she was having problems with and she said she just couldn't get the bubble in the center. I asked her to please go try again, remembering that the feet twist both ways and a move on one side may need a move on another. She said OK and put me back down for a bit. I hear some people talking and some raised voices and she finally picks up the phone again and exclaims, "The Bubble is broken!"

Now, I've never heard this before, so I immediately ask for clarification. Did she mean the level had gotten punctured and the water inside had leaked out? "No, the BUBBLE is broken!" Ok, something got into it and is disrupting the flow? "NO! THE BUBBLE is BROKEN! I had to lift one side of the scale a foot off the counter in order for it to go into the circle!" Oh, you mean the counter is slanted somehow? "NO!!! We used another level and the counter is fine, this BUBBLE IS BROKEN!! It will not move to the center no matter what we do!!"

At this point, I am aghast. How do I explain to this woman that it breaks the laws of physics for the bubble to be moving or not moving on its own? Especially how do I do this without making her feel very dumb (though she is, in fact, very dumb)? I tried, guys, I really tried. But she was adamant that the bubble itself was the problem. Not the water, not the counter, not anything else, the bubble. In the end, I explained that all I could do was dispatch a field tech and if he leveled the scale with the standard procedure it would be a billable call at $XXX/hr with a 2 hr minimum and that register would have to be closed until the tech got out there. The turnaround time for techs to see to an issue was about a day. She said yes, do it.

Tech's closing notes: "Leveled scale by twisting feet."

Oh my god, your poor tech. Scales that inaccurate are simple to fix, but to have to deal with people that can't work them? Yeesh.

When I was on DEP for my nuke program in the navy (for 9 months), the recruiter had deals with the fast food chains and would get us work. So, for a while, I worked at Jack in the Box. I really liked Jack in the Box--and back then, they had all these special sandwiches like steak and mushroom, reuben, etc. The sandwich guts were kept in the walk-in cooler in these little Chinese take-out looking boxes.


You just microwaved them and slapped them on a bun. But they were delicious. I miss them.

But that's not the point of this story. One day, I needed some time off because I had some SCA event to go to. So I asked my boss, and she jokingly said "If you make it worth my time, I'll give you the day off."

Now, she was clearly joking..but nobody makes those jokes unless there's a kernel of truth to them. So, I called her bluff. And that's how I prostituted myself to get a weekend off.

<insert Gasbandit--something something man whore something>

Cost me a handful of corporate rooms, will you? G. T. F. O.

I'm not interested in anything you have to say. GET. OUT.

A shorter and slightly happier story this time.

My current company, despite being a translation company, actually also has a technical writing department, which produces certain technical documents for some Taiwanese brands and manufacturers of tech products. There was a time when they were overwhelmed by a sudden influx of cases, so my company temporarily transferred me over there to help out.

One of the things we wrote was service manuals. These are manuals meant to help service personnel replace certain parts in the devices, for example stripping down a laptop's screen to remove the panel and replace it with a new one. This involved taking photos of the entire teardown and replacement process, which meant we needed the product on hand. After all, we can't exactly take photos of the product if we don't have the product. The problem was, however, that at the stage where we're writing manuals, the product hasn't entered mass production yet, so there's usually just a prototype or a couple of test machines for us to work with. In other words, sometimes we'd have the only copy in existence of a machine when we're writing the manual.

With me being relatively inexperienced in technical writing and teardowns, and as a big klutz in general, I had an unfortunate habit of breaking the machines. Accidentally snapping a wire, or ripping off a piece without removing all the screws first, or dropping something and cracking it, etc. When this happened, we'd have to call the client (well, I say "we", but really it was my supervisor, the head of the technical writing department) and tell them "Sorry, we broke your prototype machine."

The first couple of times it happened, the client was pissed about it. But then apparently someone higher-up at the client pointed out that there's a silver lining. If these parts were being broken during the teardown process, then maybe that meant these parts needed to be reinforced. But apparently the client's engineers and designers were resistant to the idea of having to redesign a part every time someone on our end broke it, so they came up with a compromise solution instead: Every time the new guy writing the service manual broke something, he would add a special note to that part of the manual, saying something like "WARNING: This component is fragile, please remove with care."

I like to think that my klutziness has prevented at least a few service technicians from repeating my mistakes.

Every company has a Linus. Prove me wrong.

"Man, EVERY piece in this laptop is fragile! They should have designed it better!"

Have you ever told a mafia underboss to stop smoking? I have.

My uncle used to own a restaurant. One year, I helped out at that restaurant for about a week as a waiter when they were suddenly shorthanded. They didn't really need me to be a great waiter, they mainly just needed a warm body capable of setting tables, clearing away tables, and bringing dishes to patrons.

On, like, my third day there, right before opening, our supervisor told us that an unusual VIP had made a dinner reservation that day. It was a famous gang leader in Taiwan, who'd recently been released from prison due to poor health. He would be coming in for dinner with some of his family and friends. For an equivalent, imagine if you suddenly learned that Don Vito Corleone would be coming to your restaurant for dinner with his sons and daughter and his caporegimes.

Come dinnertime, the gang leader comes in with his contingent, and they're immediately seated at the VIP table, and I try to make myself scarce as much as possible because I'd only been working there for a couple of days and I really didn't want to screw something up for such a customer. I figured it would be a better idea to leave that table for the more senior waitstaff, with their years of experience. But then halfway through dinner a lady from that table waved me down, and I had no choice but to go over.

The lady pointed at the man sitting next to her, who had lit up a cigarette, and said to me, "Could you tell him there's no smoking in here please?"
I looked at the man, who was very big and mean-looking and clearly an enforcer for this gang, and sort of went, "Um..." For an equivalent, imagine being asked to tell Luca Brasi to put out his cigarette. I looked around for help, but there were no other waiters around to save me, so I just stammered, "Sorry sir... the regulations are that you can't smoke in here..."

Fortunately, the man was willing to comply, so I didn't get dragged out back and kneecapped. But for a moment there it was a legitimate concern.

Probably time to talk about the company I worked for while I was a call center tech. They were a Nationally known company that used to build Cash Registers and now make a lot of ATMs and Self-checkout lanes. They were pretty shitty. They did all the usual stuff like fired someone and didn't tell them so that they found out by coming in to work the next day and their badge no longer worked. They also had one team training "helpers" in India which, of course, turned out to be their replacements. They then fired the team, including the manager, and then if they wanted another position, they had to re-apply like a new hire. That sort of stuff.

The real shittiness was exposed when they decided to close down our facility and move everything over to Atlanta. Some of the people at our site were offered expense packages to move them over, some weren't, and others were just losing their jobs. I was one of the few offered a package to move. I eventually turned them down. One of the clinchers for me was the experience of the guy who sat next to me. He had moved down from Maryland because he was offered the position of manager of the team we were on. When he got down here, he was then NOT given that position and just stuck back on the team only now he was several states away from all of his family and friends.

Since the facility was closing, he asked if he could move back to Maryland since that facility was still open. The company agreed to let him do that and gave him access to some additional resources that the rest of the moving people didn't have. See they were only going from SC to GA, not a long move. Going up to Maryland was a longer move and so he got additional benefits. Most of it was just some extra websites with links to moving companies and strategies, mostly useless stuff.

And then there was the page about pets. The page explained that oftentimes pets don't take longer moves well and you should really take into consideration what is best for them. There were two links on the page. The first link was to a pet euthanasia service. The second was to pet adoption.

Yes, that's right. The company thought it best if you just put down your beloved pet and then adopt a new one once you finished the move. They're just animals, right?

Add to that the fact that all of my friends who also worked for them were getting fired and it made my decision to leave their employment that much easier. It was one of the best decisions I ever made.

I was out of work for 3 years (except some occasional short-term contract work that mostly served to reset the clock on the unemployment benefits) after the tech bubble burst.

In 2003, Citibank offered me a job. They called me on a Friday, and asked me if I could start on Monday. "Absolutely." I say.

I was living in Houston at the time. Citibank's tech site was in Irving, 250 miles away. So, I get up at 4am on Monday, drive to Irving, do my first day on the job, and then immediately check into a long-term hotel. That hotel would be my home for 6 weeks until I could rent a house and get the rest of my family moved up.

I really enjoyed the job, and enjoyed the people, but quit after less than two years. They hired a new CIO, Mitchell Habib. He had just come from GE, where he saved the company a ton of money by outsourcing everything overseas. He promised he wasn't a "one trick pony" and that he wasn't coming to Citi to do the same thing--but, within a few months he instituted monthly staff ranking. The bottom X people on a team every month would be let go, and replaced by--you guessed it--offshore workers from India.

One one hand, this ranking can sound reasonable. Sure, every team has slackers, and getting rid of them can strengthen the team. But in practice, it sucks. It's political. You may be the best developer in the world, but if you piss the wrong person off at the wrong time, bam, bottom of the list. And it's stupid. If you have a team of 5, and all 5 are amazing, why should you be forced to fire the least amazing person to be replaced by offshore?

So, me and a couple other older guys saw the writing on the wall and got out of there ASAP. Everyone told me I was crazy, because I consistently scored at the top of the rankings. But I didn't want to work in that kind of environment...and no matter how good you are, eventually, the job is going overseas. Eventually the layoffs got more aggressive.


I can't find anything more substantive, but I remember at the time reading some articles that the board was upset that Habib had destroyed the corporate culture in IT, and that the speed and quality of software releases had gone down dramatically. But that's just my memory. I wish I could find one of those articles now.

He ended up an Neilsen...and you guessed it. One-trick-ponied up the outsourcing.

It still grinds my gears that this guy makes millions doing this.

Tinwhistler said:

If you have a team of 5, and all 5 are amazing, why should you be forced to fire the least amazing person

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This is also exactly why I hated grades on a curve. Yes, let's reward those people who struggle but finally managed to make some meaningful progress with a big fat F.

--Patrick

PatrThom said:

This is also exactly why I hated grades on a curve. Yes, let's reward those people who struggle but finally managed to make some meaningful progress with a big fat F.

--Patrick

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I've almost never seen grades on a curve bottom out at anything lower than a C, unless someone flat out did nothing.

I was reminded of a fun day I had at a job once:


I was working in the oil fields in the summer to pay for college. There was a weird atmospheric phenomenon where our East Texas pipeline company's radio cross talked with a NYC cab company.
Holy Shit! it was hilarious with Bronx accents and Hard Southern accents trying to talk over one another.
One cabby screamed out, "I'll answer you when we get these damned Hillbillies off the radio!"
Our secretary piped in, "Hunny we ain't Hillbillies, we're Red Necks!"

I once took a job at a company, but before I started, the guy that hired me quit.

The new guy I was going to report to had no vision, and had no idea what to do with a computer programmer, so he put me in the tech support department--which I absolutely didn't want to do. He was also a micromanaging dick.

So, at 6 months, I found another job, and figured I could play off the short stay as contract work if it ever came up in an interview.

This is the kind of dick that guy was...when I came in to give notice, he didn't even say anything. Not one word. He just got up and walked over to the filing cabinet and pulled out my file (I had a file?) flipped through it and finally said "No employment contract. I guess I can't sue you for quitting."

So, he tells me that if I don't write a resignation letter that says I'm leaving for a better opportunity, more money, etc, and that emphases how it had nothing to do with him or his leadership, he was going to block my final check. I know he can't do that under Texas law, but sensing an opportunity, I write the letter anyway.

A full page--12 lines of text. He reads it and approves of it. When I handed it into HR, they were surprised I'd written so much and had such glowing praise. I told them "read the first letter of every line" on my way out the door. When viewed that way, the letter read: "Chuck is a dick."

I have another story about the tech company I previously worked as a technical writer at.

The seats at this company were arranged in rows, in which desks would face each other. Sort of like this, except without the dividers:



Directly across from me sat two ladies in the sales department, "Cindy" and "Dana". They'd both worked there for a few years, and being in the same department they often worked closely with each other, and apparently they got along very well. This meant that they would often chat and joke with each other, and sitting directly across from them I'd be able to hear everything.

Now, Cindy and Dana were both young and very attractive women. However, Dana was the one who'd generally be considered a bombshell. Tall, great figure, beautiful face, and a fashion sense that allowed her to show off her assets. Since she sat directly across from me, this meant she was actually very distracting at times. Especially when she got a cup of bubble tea. Imagine trying to work while a beautiful woman sitting across from you is thoughtfully sucking on an oversized straw.

But this story is about a more specific incident. For several days or weeks, I could hear Cindy and Dana making noises about asking their boss, "Ed", the head of the sales department, for a raise. Ed had his own office, so he couldn't hear what Cindy and Dana were plotting. Apparently their plan was for one of them to get a raise first, and then the other one would go ask Ed for a raise to match the other person's new salary. Seemed like a solid plan, but the question was how they would get that first raise from Ed. So Dana said to Cindy, "I know, I'll wear... it."

I found out what it was the next day, when Cindy and Dana arrived at work, and Cindy asked, "So, are you wearing it?" And Dana removed her jacket to reveal an absolutely incredible top. It was tight, form-fitting, and low-cut, but more importantly it was blindingly fluorescent yellow, apart from the chest region, which was blindingly fluorescent pink. In other words, the bright yellow color meant that your eyes were drawn to her to start with, and then the bright pink color meant that your gaze would then head towards her chest area, which then meant your sight line would be caught by her decolletage and basically be trapped there forever. I'm pretty sure I heard my jaw bounce off the floor when I saw what she was wearing.

So Dana went into Ed's office, and about five minutes later she came out beaming and nodded at Cindy.

I got no work done that day.

At the previous school district I worked for, we had Dell laptops that we gave out to all of the students. They had some design flaws that meant we had a ton of issues keeping those laptops working. Stupid things like the screws would fall out of the bottom of the device (screw holes were aluminum while the screws were steel, aluminum heats up and expands faster than steel, so they'd just work themselves out over time).

We had a Dell rep come by with a new laptop design he was showing off, wanting us to buy it. Our Acquisitions person at the time, Chris, was allowed to handle it while the rep was going on about all the new features. Chris pinched the corner of the screen and was able to peel it back and completely off of the device in one swift motion. The rep stuttered for a bit and then exclaimed, "You can't do that! It's a prototype!" To which Chris calmly replied, "Do you really think our kids won't try to do that or worse? Fix it and then maybe we'll talk."

We did not buy the new design.

bhamv3 said:

Imagine trying to work while a beautiful woman sitting across from you is thoughtfully sucking on an oversized straw

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I don't think this is as universal a problem as you think it is

Ravenpoe said:

I don't think this is as universal a problem as you think it is

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This reminds me of a story.
I once worked with a lady that liked to wear very low cut blouses. One day she leaned way over to get something off my desk and I hadda go "Whoa...be careful there. I want to be respectful and all, but in the words of Russel Brand: 'I'm a man. I have instincts.' I can see everythng."

So a little while back we had a lady come in for an interview for a position in my department. There were three people in the interview: me, my higher-up, and my higher-up's higher-up. The lady was very suited to the position she was interviewing for, in fact I'd already decided to hire her pretty much off her resume alone. She also impressed in the interview, so afterwards the two higher-ups and me pretty much just nodded at each other and said, "Yeah, let's hire her." And then we went off to start excitedly planning what cases we'd assign her as soon as she started working here.

Three weeks later, our HR person messaged us. "Hey, the lady who came in for an interview just called, she was wondering if there was any follow-up?"

And the three of us sort of collectively facepalmed and went, "Okay, so none of us remembered to notify HR or the new hire that she'd passed the interview."

So we told HR to get back to her on the double, and fortunately she was still available to work for us, so it all worked out in the end. Well, apart from her leaving the company after just a couple of months.

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I was out of work for 3 years (except some occasional short-term contract work that mostly served to reset the clock on the unemployment benefits) after the tech bubble burst.

In 2003, Citibank offered me a job. They called me on a Friday, and asked me if I could start on Monday. "Absolutely." I say.

I was living in Houston at the time. Citibank's tech site was in Irving, 250 miles away. So, I get up at 4am on Monday, drive to Irving, do my first day on the job, and then immediately check into a long-term hotel. That hotel would be my home for 6 weeks until I could rent a house and get the rest of my family moved up.

I really enjoyed the job, and enjoyed the people, but quit after less than two years. They hired a new CIO, Mitchell Habib. He had just come from GE, where he saved the company a ton of money by outsourcing everything overseas. He promised he wasn't a "one trick pony" and that he wasn't coming to Citi to do the same thing--but, within a few months he instituted monthly staff ranking. The bottom X people on a team every month would be let go, and replaced by--you guessed it--offshore workers from India.

One one hand, this ranking can sound reasonable. Sure, every team has slackers, and getting rid of them can strengthen the team. But in practice, it sucks. It's political. You may be the best developer in the world, but if you piss the wrong person off at the wrong time, bam, bottom of the list. And it's stupid. If you have a team of 5, and all 5 are amazing, why should you be forced to fire the least amazing person to be replaced by offshore?

So, me and a couple other older guys saw the writing on the wall and got out of there ASAP. Everyone told me I was crazy, because I consistently scored at the top of the rankings. But I didn't want to work in that kind of environment...and no matter how good you are, eventually, the job is going overseas. Eventually the layoffs got more aggressive.

This Just In: Habib Resigns from Citigroup

I just got word that Mitchell Habib resigned from his post as CIO of Citibank North America "on or about 10/24/2006," according to my source, who says no reason was given for his resignation. His last day is November 1.

www.cio.com

I can't find anything more substantive, but I remember at the time reading some articles that the board was upset that Habib had destroyed the corporate culture in IT, and that the speed and quality of software releases had gone down dramatically. But that's just my memory. I wish I could find one of those articles now.

He ended up an Neilsen...and you guessed it. One-trick-ponied up the outsourcing.

It still grinds my gears that this guy makes millions doing this.

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Dilbert today perfectly sums up how I feel about stacked ranking assessments.

Time to tell you all about Tom.

Working phone support like I did for a while, you tend to lead a sedentary lifestyle. I gained quite a bit of weight myself in my 8 years doing that. There were guys who had been doing that job for 20 or 30 years working at that site. Most of them hit some sort of equilibrium between weight and excercise to keep themselves in shape. Then there was Tom.

Tom is the single largest person I have ever seen. The hallways around the office were designed generally for two people to be able to pass each other by turning slightly, about a person and a half. Not if Tom was coming, though. He brushed both sides of the walls. You just had to get out of his way. You ducked into a cubicle or turned around because it was too hard for him to change direction. In the bathrooms, you could tell which stalls were the ones Tom used because the walls bowed outward.

It was in the bathroom that one of my colleagues reported that he had entered the bathroom for a quick pee. He saw Tom come out of a stall. He put his hands on the counter and just breathed heavily for a bit. A bit later as my friend was finishing, Tom picked himself up and went back in the stall. He had to take a break. FROM POOPING. He was pooping so hard, he had to stop, leave the stall, catch his breath, and then go back in.

Another time, I was in the bathroom, just washing my hands before returning to my desk when the door opened and in lumbered Tom. His breathing was heavy and he was sweating a bit. As he walked past me I heard him under his breath say "Oh dear..."

I have never run faster in my life.

General Specific said:

Another time, I was in the bathroom, just washing my hands before returning to my desk when the door opened and in lumbered Tom. His breathing was heavy and he was sweating a bit. As he walked past me I heard him under his breath say "Oh dear..."

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That's when people leave work on a gurney or in a body bag.

Or both.

This is still a public forum, so I can't go off like I would want to. Even if no one within 100 miles of me knows about this place.

Call for the GM at... 4:30am??

"I'm (redacted)."

And who are you with?

"The corporate office."

The corporate office for WHOM?

"The hotel."

No you're not. click

Oooh. I got a recent hotel story too.

A group of drunk-ass wedding guests were returning to the hotel. By this time we were already dealing with the usual suspects of drunks and hobos that we deal with on a Saturday night. I'd been keeping things professional up to that point.

As the wedding guests came in we were already dealing with getting some late night swimmers out of the pool since they had snuck in after hours. One of the wedding guests saw the girls in their swimwear and said "Oh! Let's get in the pool".
I'm literally standing behind the guy as he says this and watch as he attempts to use his key on the pool door which (surprise!) doesn't work. So he decides that's not going to stop him and he immediately starts climbing over the door, using the pretty fragile door handle as a step. As he's doing this one of his friends has become aware of my presence and is pulling the guy back down going "dude! Dude!". When his dumb-ass friend catches on and sees me he starts walking away.
I approach him, very sternly and open a conversation with him.

Me: Do you want to be thrown out?

Him: Huh?

Me: Do you want to be thrown out of the hotel?

Him: Um... no...

Me: Then don't climb shit.

Later I had to go deal with a hobo who was throwing rocks at valet cars. I earned my right to have a potty mouth that evening.

You accept the shift, you accept the drawer. And if it's over or short, it is now YOUR problem. Why is that you know I count the drawer such a hard concept to grasp? You know I count the drawers first thing EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. So why do you think you don't need to when you come on? This position had ZERO transactions throughout the day, so why is it $7.50 short? You took in no cash on the desk, so why is *it* $10 short?

Anywhere else, such a discrepancy is cause for immediate termination. A shrug and an "I dunno" is unacceptable.

(Forgot to mention the ten or so items missing out of the cooler. Where did they go if there were no transactions?)

So, another from that place I used to work at.

One of the jobs I did there, in addition to tech support, was purchasing. I was solely responsible for all the computer purchasing for the company. As we were in an aggressive multi-year hardware rollout with our affiliates, I spent about $2 million a year on PCs and parts and $3 million a year on Mac products.

I almost exclusively went through MacWarehouse to do it. They had a branch that handled PC stuff (MicroWarehouse I think?), but I could purchase pc stuff through MacWarehouse with certain reps that had access to both systems.

Shortly after taking the job, I found a rep at that company that was perfect. She would get me items out with 2-day shipping, without fail. If I had a problem (dead on arrival part, etc), she would ship another one instantly, and give me a credit for the broken one while awaiting the return. I was usually on the phone with her 2-4 hours at a time, 2-3 days a week.

MacWarehouse didn't let their reps have direct lines, but whenever I called in, I would always request to be transferred to her and other reps were good about it.

We did this for nearly a year--and then she got a new boss. Her boss was all about micromanaging call volume, and she was told she was spending too much time on the phone with me. She'd been written up after she ignored him and gave me the standard time we usually spent. I tried to deal for a couple of weeks, but the other reps just didn't give me the same level of customer service that she did. So, one day, when I was annoyed at some rep not giving me the dead-on-arrival fast turnaround that I needed, I asked to speak to the supervisor.

Once I got him on the phone, I explained that I only ever wanted to deal with that one specific rep, and that if I couldn't work with them, I'd be taking my business elsewhere because there were cheaper alternatives if I couldn't get the VIP white-glove service that I'd become accustomed to. He laughed and told me that he was sorry that I felt that way, but we were listed as a "small business" and didn't rate a personal rep.

I laughed back. "We're listed that way, because this is a sole proprietorship, and the owner doesn't want to release his personal financials to you. Tell you what. I'll start ordering elsewhere, and you look over my order history and call me back in a week or two if you want to keep my business."

And, so I did. And, of course, it sucked. But no moreso than MacWarehouse when dealing with random reps.

Less than 2 weeks later, I get a call from the guy. He's super sycophantic and grovelling and begging us to come back to MacWarehouse. I guess he realized that 5 million dollars worth of combined purchases a year was a big deal after all. And so, among all the apologies and grovelling, he asked what he could do to earn my business. These were my demands:

• Get my rep on the phone in a conference call, and apologize to us both.
• Put it in writing that I could talk to her as long as I wanted. Acknowledge that I spent enough at the store that if I wanted to spend 8 hours a day on the phone with my rep, 5 days a week, it was totally fine.
• Promise I'd never hear from him or about him again.

So, I got everything I asked for, and my work life was good again.

Several months after that, I had to go do some installs in the same city that my sales rep worked out of, so we made plans to meet and have dinner. Over the course of dinner, I learned that the sales reps made commission, and that because of me, she'd had a *very* good year.

DarkAudit said:

You accept the shift, you accept the drawer. And if it's over or short, it is now YOUR problem. Why is that you know I count the drawer such a hard concept to grasp? You know I count the drawers first thing EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. So why do you think you don't need to when you come on? This position had ZERO transactions throughout the day, so why is it $7.50 short? You took in no cash on the desk, so why is *it* $10 short?

Anywhere else, such a discrepancy is cause for immediate termination. A shrug and an "I dunno" is unacceptable.

(Forgot to mention the ten or so items missing out of the cooler. Where did they go if there were no transactions?)

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Wow! How is that not cause for termination at your place of work?

If there were no transactions then someone took the cash/drinks?

Tinwhistler said:

I almost exclusively went through MacWarehouse to do it. They had a branch that handled PC stuff (MicroWarehouse I think?), but I could purchase pc stuff through MacWarehouse with certain reps that had access to both systems.

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I remember the catalogs with Julie on the cover and candids of the other reps near the page numbers. I even remember an article for “What is Julie up to these days?” some time after she left the company (but was still appearing on the covers). I also felt like the level of service declined about the same time they stopped including the rep portraits in their catalogs.

—Patrick

PatrThom said:

I remember the catalogs with Julie on the cover and candids of the other reps near the page numbers. I even remember an article for “What is Julie up to these days?” some time after she left the company (but was still appearing on the covers). I also felt like the level of service declined about the same time they stopped including the rep portraits in their catalogs.

—Patrick

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Unfortunately, I don't remember my rep's name as it was nearly 30 years ago

Tinwhistler said:

So, another from that place I used to work at.

One of the jobs I did there, in addition to tech support, was purchasing. I was solely responsible for all the computer purchasing for the company. As we were in an aggressive multi-year hardware rollout with our affiliates, I spent about $2 million a year on PCs and parts and $3 million a year on Mac products.

I almost exclusively went through MacWarehouse to do it. They had a branch that handled PC stuff (MicroWarehouse I think?), but I could purchase pc stuff through MacWarehouse with certain reps that had access to both systems.

Shortly after taking the job, I found a rep at that company that was perfect. She would get me items out with 2-day shipping, without fail. If I had a problem (dead on arrival part, etc), she would ship another one instantly, and give me a credit for the broken one while awaiting the return. I was usually on the phone with her 2-4 hours at a time, 2-3 days a week.

MacWarehouse didn't let their reps have direct lines, but whenever I called in, I would always request to be transferred to her and other reps were good about it.

We did this for nearly a year--and then she got a new boss. Her boss was all about micromanaging call volume, and she was told she was spending too much time on the phone with me. She'd been written up after she ignored him and gave me the standard time we usually spent. I tried to deal for a couple of weeks, but the other reps just didn't give me the same level of customer service that she did. So, one day, when I was annoyed at some rep not giving me the dead-on-arrival fast turnaround that I needed, I asked to speak to the supervisor.

Once I got him on the phone, I explained that I only ever wanted to deal with that one specific rep, and that if I couldn't work with them, I'd be taking my business elsewhere because there were cheaper alternatives if I couldn't get the VIP white-glove service that I'd become accustomed to. He laughed and told me that he was sorry that I felt that way, but we were listed as a "small business" and didn't rate a personal rep.

I laughed back. "We're listed that way, because this is a sole proprietorship, and the owner doesn't want to release his personal financials to you. Tell you what. I'll start ordering elsewhere, and you look over my order history and call me back in a week or two if you want to keep my business."

And, so I did. And, of course, it sucked. But no moreso than MacWarehouse when dealing with random reps.

Less than 2 weeks later, I get a call from the guy. He's super sycophantic and grovelling and begging us to come back to MacWarehouse. I guess he realized that 5 million dollars worth of combined purchases a year was a big deal after all. And so, among all the apologies and grovelling, he asked what he could do to earn my business. These were my demands:

• Get my rep on the phone in a conference call, and apologize to us both.
• Put it in writing that I could talk to her as long as I wanted. Acknowledge that I spent enough at the store that if I wanted to spend 8 hours a day on the phone with my rep, 5 days a week, it was totally fine.
• Promise I'd never hear from him or about him again.

So, I got everything I asked for, and my work life was good again.

Several months after that, I had to go do some installs in the same city that my sales rep worked out of, so we made plans to meet and have dinner. Over the course of dinner, I learned that the sales reps made commission, and that because of me, she'd had a *very* good year.

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I genuinely would not have been surprised if this story ended with "And then we got married."

bhamv3 said:

I genuinely would not have been surprised if this story ended with "And then we got married."

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We spent a lot of time on the phone, and eventually started talking a lot after work, too. There was some interest there, but the distance factor made it non-feasible, especially in those early days of the internet. She ended up getting married a couple of years later.

Ready to put this on the boss' desk. Any changes you think I should make first?

DarkAudit said:

Ready to put this on the boss' desk. Any changes you think I should make first?

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Pay me more or I will quit and work at Walmart for $18 an hour.

8.75 after 4 years of night shift? Your letter should be written in blood and end in 'or else.'

If you can handle it, if you can handle unloading a grocery truck on the night shift *which obviously woundn't be a problem for you*, look for a kroger's or similar Union store around you. I worked at family owned printing for almost 20 years before they decided to close their doors in Dec. last year. He's been working 3rd shift at Krogers for , hmmm I have to ask for certainty, 10 ish, years, his pay is around a dollar more than mine was 14.50 to his 15.??, night shift bonus of somewhere around 2-3, quartely bonuses, Union Benefits, It takes a few months I think qualify for full time status, but they needed the help, they let you work more including overtime.

I decide to get back to working again, if the VA can't help find a living wage job, I'll probably start trying to get my endurance back up. There a nice 2 mile hilly course around my neighborhood, do little core, and upper body stuff.

Frank said:

8.75 after 4 years of night shift? Your letter should be written in blood and end in 'or else.'

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It really needs to be on his door, with a fucking dagger through it.

For $8.75 an hour gross I would barely even be willing to come sleep on the job, let alone do it properly.
Living prices may be lower in your area, but even so, that's a 1990's paycheck, not a 2020's one.

I mean cost of living and all that being different but here in LA our starting for Night Audit is $20

Counted the drawer when I came in tonight. $15 short. Counted again and again. $15 short. I document it and assume that something might have been missed in the afternoon, like boss ordering Chinese, paying from the drawer, and forgetting to note it. It happens.

I take a cash paying guest overnight, and get the drop ready for the end of my shift later this morning. As usual, I recount the drawer to make sure it's even.

I'm $15 OVER.

NANI!?!?!?

DarkAudit said:

Counted the drawer when I came in tonight. $15 short. Counted again and again. $15 short. I document it and assume that something might have been missed in the afternoon, like boss ordering Chinese, paying from the drawer, and forgetting to note it. It happens.

I take a cash paying guest overnight, and get the drop ready for the end of my shift later this morning. As usual, I recount the drawer to make sure it's even.

I'm $15 OVER.

NANI!?!?!?

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Two people both came by to pay back the $15 one borrowed for the other and didn't write down?
The elves paid you back with interest?
Goblins playing with your mind?

Bubble181 said:

Two people both came by to pay back the $15 one borrowed for the other and didn't write down?
The elves paid you back with interest?
Goblins playing with your mind?

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Elves or goblins the most likely.

Used to work for a different school district than I do now. My friends still work there, so not going to mention which one it is. One of my friends used to work the board meetings. He'd go in, setup the mics and speakers and any projectors or anything else needed. He also worked at the main office where the school board members all had offices.

One Christmas he had one of the board members approach him and ask why the network was running so slowly. Well, most of the kids are watching movies right now, those can take up a lot of bandwidth. The response was, "Kids? What kids?" Uhm, the schoolkids, you know the ones this district is educating? "OH! Those kids! I forgot about them!" YOU'RE ON THE SCHOOL BOARD! It is literally what your entire job is for!

Cue next board meeting: "I just want to remind everybody that we are here for the children. It's easy to forget that it's all about them."

I'm going to tell another story about the tech company I worked as a technical writer at. (Man, I seem to have a lot of stories about this place given I only worked there for like four months.)

This company produced a wide variety of products and devices. Oftentimes these products came in discrete varieties. For example, let's say they made a thing called the Gadget. This product would be divided into three variants, Standard Gadget, Deluxe Gadget, and Budget Gadget. The Deluxe version would have the most features, while the Budget version would be the most bare-bones.

When I wrote the user manuals for these products, I would always have a prototype of the device on hand so that I could play around with it and have a good idea of how it worked. This would help me write accurate descriptions in the manuals. So one day I had the three Gadgets on my desk. I played around with the Budget version, and it worked pretty much exactly how it was described in the specs provided by the engineers. However, when I played with the Standard version, it had a bunch of features enabled that were supposed to only work on the Deluxe version. Sort of like, "If you hold down this button for five seconds on the Standard version, the Gadget will play La Marseillaise, but if you hold down the button for five seconds on the Deluxe version, the Gadget will play La Marseillaise while displaying an image of the French flag." But when I held the button down on the Standard version, I was getting both the anthem and the flag.

Huh, I thought to myself, they must have changed the specs on the Standard version at the last minute, so I played around with the Gadget and determined all the things that it could do, wrote them accordingly in the manual, and then submitted it.

Not long after that, the project manager came over to me, irate. "You made a bunch of mistakes in the manual for the Standard Gadget, these features only work on the Deluxe version!"

"Nuh uh," I replied, and demonstrated to her that these features worked on the Standard Gadget.

"Huh, that's not supposed to happen," the PM said, and took the Standard Gadget prototype from me and walked away. Then around 30 minutes later, she came back and said, "Try it now."

I tried it, and the extra features no longer worked, and everything now matched what was written in the engineers' specs. "What happened?"

"The firmware for the Deluxe Gadget was loaded on the device," the PM said, "now it's correct."

And so that's how I learned that the company made basically just one version of the Gadget, with all features enabled, and all the different features were purely from the firmware disabling or throttling certain features. This meant that the cost to manufacture the Gadget was around the Budget Gadget level, but the company could drive buyers to the more-expensive Standard and Deluxe versions by withholding features on the lower-tier versions of the product.

More importantly, though, I learned that consumers could just buy the cheapest version of this company's products and then manually load the firmware for the highest-tier version, and it would probably unlock all the features of the highest-tier version. This was possible because back then if you wanted to update or re-install the firmware on your device, you had to manually download an installation file from the company's website. I mean, I never had the need to put this knowledge into practice, because I never bought any of my company's devices. But still... I wouldn't be surprised if this is a widespread practice at tech companies.

Finding out some of the software here is only just set up enough to run the property. Looks like a new project just opened up.

This time it's gonna cost them.

bhamv3 said:

I wouldn't be surprised if this is a widespread practice at tech companies.

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Five years ago strawman said:

If I'm lucky, I'll end up with a used but working FLIR E4 camera which I can hack into an FLIR E8 camera (hardware is the same, software limitations only) which is worth $4,000, for almost 90% off.

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Not only is it in fact a widespread practice, you might be surprised at just how widespread.

It has been suggested that this is one of the reasons some companies are fighting so hard against things like DMCA exceptions and the right-to-repair movement, since it would mean manufacturers will need to differentiate their product stack via more than just software differences. Otherwise the consumer process would just shift to one of always buying the cheap model and then obtaining/flashing the more "expensive" firmware into it, which will no doubt cause that manufacturer to whine that they are being "cheated" out of their rightful profit margins.

--Patrick

I just realized I never told the story of how I ended up working at my current translation company.

My current company is actually one of the premier translation companies in Taiwan. It has enjoyed a good reputation over the years, and generally speaking it's done well even though this is a very competitive sector. The company also had some links with my instructors at grad school when I was studying translation and interpretation, so working here was actually always a goal of mine. Around the time I was finishing up my studies at grad school, I inquired with some alumni who were now working at this translation company, and they said there's an opening in the Chinese to English editing department, so I submitted my resume. As expected, the company asked me to do a written test, which would be followed by an in-person interview if I passed.

Unexpectedly, however, I failed the written test. I heard from my alumni friends that "Harry," the senior C2E editor at the time, said I'd made some mistakes in the test, though he didn't specify what mistakes I'd made. Oh well, I thought, apparently this company has really high standards, that's in line with what I'd heard about this company, so I gave up. I then found a job with that tech company I'd worked for as a technical writer.

A few months later I heard that Harry had left the company. I decided to apply for a position again, since they would be even more short-handed now. I didn't even get to the written test stage this time, I was immediately rejected by the company's HR person, "Imelda." Oh well, I thought, that makes sense, they probably didn't want to constantly get spammed with the same job application.

However, a few days later, "Mr. Chang," the founder, CEO, and General Manager of the company contacted me personally. He said that he's heard that I would be interested in a position in his translation company, and he'd like me to come in for an interview, skipping over the written test stage. I said sure, I came in and talked to him, he liked me and offered me a job, and I've been at this company ever since.

However, after joining up, I finally learned from certain coworkers about why it took me 3 applications to get a job here. There was actually nothing wrong with my written test, in fact I'd performed immaculately on it. My translations had been beautiful and my editing had been flawless. As a result, Harry had felt insecure and threatened by the fact that I, a Taiwanese person, could do better than he could (Harry's American). He felt his position as senior editor could be under threat, so he claimed that my written test had been under par and rejected me.

Well it turns out Mr. Chang found out about what Harry did and fired him for it. Apparently Mr. Chang did not look kindly on rejecting a potentially useful employee just for your personal ego. He told the HR person, Imelda, to contact me and ask me if I was still interested in the position, but Imelda didn't. Why? Because she was dating Harry at the time, and she didn't like that Harry had been fired. Then later on I emailed the company to ask if there was still a position for me, and Imelda immediately replied telling me no. And then Mr. Chang found out about that as well, so he fired Imelda and emailed me himself.

Some time later I had the chance to thank Mr. Chang for thinking so highly of me, and asked him why he wanted me so much. He said he'd heard about me already while I was still a grad student, since I'd already made a name for myself as a translator and interpreter, and that he was already thinking of recruiting me while I was still a student. This was why he was so angry when he found out that not only had I not been recruited, two of his employees had actively conspired to keep me out. And that he would rather fire two employees just to make sure I was part of his company.

I think what he said has, at least in part, affected the sense of loyalty I feel to this company. It's why I'm constantly working long hours with minimal complaint. It's why I can deal with bullshit clients without losing my mind. It's why, when another company came headhunting for me, I still decided to stay here. I know we're not supposed to be loyal to corporations, but this corporation has, at least in some way, shown that it considers me to be important.

bhamv3 said:

I think what he said has, at least in part, affected the sense of loyalty I feel to this company.

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I have gone on record saying that I will work far harder and endure more BS for an immediate superior I respect and admire than I ever would for some faceless company.

—Patrick

That’s a wild story. It’s like something out of a movie. I’m glad it had a happy ending!

When my dad was in hospice and dying, my bosses at Bellevue University let me basically set my own hours and shielded me from any sort of reprisal. I was VERY loyal to that organization and would have stayed there until the end. Which came when said bosses left the company and my job was eliminated.

So last night at my work things were...interesting. It started with the weather. You know, tornadoes & stuff. But unrelated to that there was a pipe on one of the high pressure machines that decided it no longer wanted to be one long piece and instead became two shorter pieces. The problem with this is that as I said it was a high pressure machine. So the whole place went ka-splooie. Water ruptured, sending torrents throughout the building. This started, by the way, on the top level. The bottom level was pretty much inundated.

Now, while trying to fix that, a seal ruptured on another machine. This one didn't go ka-splooie but instead released a huge amount of off-gas into the plant. This off-gas normally gets cleaned and vented to the atmosphere but since it wasn't cleaned it instead filled the whole place. With high levels of carbon monoxide. The crew had to scramble into chem suits and red-tape everything off.

So here's me this morning walking into the plant knowing NONE of this. I see the red tape on the floor by the door and think, "Huh, that's weird." and on I go. I make it to the control room and the faces of the people in there were surprised to say the least. I would say horrified was more like it. And that's how THEY found out the DANGER TAPE had blown down. Thankfully by that time the levels had diminished and I was in no danger, but still...

That's my work story.

See, I'd always guess that the type of people who go "huh, safety tape, ah well, I'll just step over it and carry on into this factory full of dangerous machines" wouldn't be the type to live to a ripe old age, but.... Guess that's now definitively disproven.

We need a YIKES! Emoji for that, @Dave.

Starting to think my new Amazon job is trying to kill me.

When it comes to working at one of the distribution centers, you don't really know what job they assign you until you get there. The last week worth of shifts though they have been increasingly putting me in difficult positions as I show up.

Can't go into a whole lot of detail, but one of the jobs involves moving packages to a shelf so that other people can prep it for the morning deliveries. The job is probably one of the more chill jobs and during a normal shift has around 3-4 people handling a section of shelves, but almost every night I have been put into a lane where they don't assign anyone else. It ends up being me handling all 14 shelves. This may not seem like much, but they are big shelves that span a good distance of length side by side along the conveyer. You often find yourself running to the back shelves only to find out ten boxes that need to go on the first shelf are now half way down the conveyer. There have even been nights where I am the only lane that is soloing, all the others have two or more people. They never come assign anyone else to my lane.

Then last night, out of the blue, they assigned me to the hardest job in the entire warehouse, the diverter. Be aware, the normal job I do that night had THREE PEOPLE PER LANE, it would have been a nice relaxing work day with that much help had they put me in my usual position, but instead I had to divert a constant stream of packages for multiple hours straight all by myself. Felt like I wanted to die by the time my shift ended.

Either I am working so well that they think I can handle these jobs with no help, and thus put me into them for that reason, or one of the managers hates my guts and is trying to break me down. Don't really know which.

The person I was supposed to relieve at the desk last night apparently walked out about an hour before I showed up. And was a no-call no-show today. So I'm in about 2-1/2 hours early tonight, and am prepared to miss my one night off of the week on Thursday if necessary.

So it goes, I guess. To be brutally honest, that person had no business at the front desk in the first place. And so once again, someone else's drama is my profit. If I work Thursday, that OT alone can buy a new motherboard for me to drop the 5800X into.

I don't recognize your car. You're sus.

I don't recognize you. You're sus.

I recognize your dog. Carry on, honored guest.

Dumbass tonight parks in the temporary parking and is going up to his room. I inform him that it is temporary parking and max of only 10 minutes. He says ok and thirty minutes later I have to call him. He says 10 more minutes. 30 minutes later I call him again and he swears he's coming down to move his car.
Guy comes to the desk and gets angry with me because he doesn't understand why he can't park his car there if there is no one else parked there.
No one is parked there because it's not for overnight parking, you dumb fuck.

So I haven't told a story in a while. I think I will go with one I call "The Loop." I think I've told this before in other threads, but figured I rehash it here as well.

This is back to my call center days. I was taking calls from various stores and I get one call for a register that is down. More specifically the UPS that it is plugged into is beeping. This means it either has no power or the battery is bad. Standard procedure is to verify it was plugged in, the restart it, etc. So, I start by having them check the power cable. They find it and tell me that it is plugged into a power strip. Not a good sign. Why is it in the power strip and not into the wall? Well, turns out this is an older store and there are no outlets nearby, so they had to stretch some things over. Okay, probably should have the power strip plugged into the UPS and not the other way around, but we can fix that in a little bit. What is that power strip plugged into? Another power strip. Super, great, just the answer I really wanted to hear. Pray tell, what is this second power strip plugged into? Why a THIRD power strip? The hell you say!

By the way, do any of these strips have power? No? Well, we must be on our way to finding out what is wrong! Please continue! What is the third power strip plugging into? The UPS. A second UPS further down the line? NO! Of course not, otherwise why would I call this story what I did? It was the same UPS at the start, you know, the one that was beeping because it didn't have any power! They performed a loop!



I get them to check around under the counter and they find a power outlet within easy reach of the first power strip. I get them to wire it up so the UPS is into the wall and then only 1 strip over to plug the register in. Still not great, but a damn sight better than the other way around and the UPS is now happy and the register is working.

My sunday started out great, went to pick up an order at the 11th and Chestnut Taco Bell, a BEAUTIFUL store known for violence, where OF COURSE-a homeless man assaults me for no reason, struck me in the head and right hand. While I was waiting for the cops, I notice that my right ear-bud was missing from my headset. Looked around for like an hour, but couldn't find it.

Hours later, frustrated that I was given an order that was all ready taken, I said fuck it and went to see Spider-man again. At the end of the film, I noticed a sharp pain in my right ear, which at the time I thought was hard wax.

After a day of ignoring it, and using peroxide to try and loosen it, I finally got frustrated and used a toothpick to dislodge...my missing earbud, which was stuck in there for TWO days from when the homeless guy hit me in the face. Tip your delivery folks people, we deal with a lot of bull shit.

When I was 17 in between high school and the Marine Corps, I lived with my aunt & uncle and worked at a place called First Data Resources in Omaha. I was a late night call center guy who handled actual call in issues with credit cards. Yes, this was very long ago. It was me and about 10 older ladies. Of course, back then older was relative and they were probably late 20's early 30's but that's neither here nor there.

We started getting phone calls from a guy we called "Dirty Ernie". He would do the most stereotypical shit like breathing heavily into the phone or whispering creepy things to the women. They'd either just hang up or send it to the manager's phone. So the girls and I were talking one night and they all realized that I was completely game for fucking with this guy. That night when he called (which he did almost every night once he realized he had a captive audience) they silently transferred him to my phone. He was already in mid form when I picked up. I listened for a bit and then he whispered in the most movie-like creepy voice, "I'm dripping!" To which I responded, "Really? Me, too!" He promptly hung up.

Several nights in a row he called and each time they'd transfer him to me. I'd listen for a bit and then make a comment. He'd hang up. Finally he said to one of the girls, "And don't transfer me to that guy!" She's like, "Aw! Why don't you want to talk to Dave?" His amazingly self-aware answer was, "I'm a pervert, not gay!"

After that he moved on, probably realizing that he was always going to get me. Of course, it was only a month or two after that I left the job for good and went into the Marines, but poor, perverted, lonely Dirty Ernie didn't know that.

When I was in high school, I would call and talk dirty to a local doctor's office after-hours call in service.

But, it may or may not have been because their phone system was touchy and didn't handle transfers gracefully--after they hung up on me, I was still in their system, could dial 9, and then make long distance calls to out-of-state BBSes. But I did feel bad for the ladies.