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Here are a few stories from the past week at work
It's Called a Job. Get One
Remember this lady? http://www.customerssuck.com/board/s...ad.php?t=74277 Well she was back, and she actually looked annoyed to see me.
M: Oh my God! Like, you're here...AGAIN!
Me: Yes I am.
M: Why do you like, always sit here on an evening?
Me: It's my job.
M: But like, don't you have a life or something?
Me: Yes I do, at the weekend.
M: Don't you, like, have anything better to do?
Me: This is my job.
M: No, I like think, like that you don't have anything better to do. That's why you sit here, like, everyday.
Oh my God. I dread to think what life is like in her household.
The Bell of Doom
I have mentioned before how much I hate the little silver bell on my desk. It is a complete idiot magnet.
A man walked up to my desk.
Me: Hi there, how can I he-
DING! DING! DING!
Man: You don't talk until I ring the bell. That's how it works.
I took the bell of the desk and threw it in a waste paper basket.
Man: Really? There was no need for that!
I will blame everyone except my child!
There was a pair of glasses left on my desk with a note next to them. The note said:
*Student* left glasses behind in my lesson. Mother coming to collect them. Beware: mother is very angry
The mother turned up.
Mo: Right, where are *students* glasses and where is her teacher? I want a word!
I checked the staff register. The teacher had left an hour ago.
Me: I'm afraid she has gone home, can I give a messa-
Mo: Damn it! I want to know why my daughter left her glasses behind and why it has taken until now to get them back! Why didn't the teacher notice she wasn't wearing them when she left the classroom?
Me: Well they were found, surely that's all the matters.
Mo: It does not! She couldn't seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee for the rest of the day!
She grabbed the glasses and stormed out.
Fear of Casual Friday
In the office, we have casual Friday. I was working in my regular clothes, but I can't stress enough, I was not scruffy. I was actually wearing some of my best regular clothes. A man walked in.
Man: Well, I was wondering if you could help me with something but now I'm not so sure!
Me: Oh, OK, please tell me and I will see what I can do.
Man: No, no, no! Just look at you! I refuse to be helped by someone who is not at least wearing a tie!
He walked out.
Happy Holiday!
The school is closed next week for half term. I had the duty of telling all the people in charge of evening classes that they will not be running next week. I went to a football instructor as they left.
FI: See you later.
Me: See you. Remember, it's the holidays next week, so the school will be closed.
FI: FUCK! SHIT! TITS! OH FUCK! I COMPLETELY FORGOT! BOLLOCKS!
I saw him standing outside with the other instructor for ten minutes, talking and looking completely outraged.
My Bad
I felt incredibly guilty after this story (although to be fair, it wasn't my fault)
A mother and son walked in. I recognised them from my classroom job. The son is an absolute nightmare. He is quite possibly the meanest child I have ever encountered, and the mother, of course, is convinced that he is a misunderstood angel.
M: Is *teacher still in? I would like a word with her, if you don't mind?
Me: I will ring her office and find out.
Please don't pick up. Please don't pick up. Damn it!
T: Hello?
Me: Hi, I have *students* mum here, she wants to know if she can see you.
T: Damn it! I was just about to leave...crap....I really don't want to deal with her...does she know you are talking to me?
Me: Yes.
T: Is she standing next to you?
Me: Yes.
T: Crap. Then I have no choice. Send her in.
I let them through.
I don't know what happened, but she was in there for TWO HOURS. Poor teacher was just about to leave for the holiday, and the last thing she got was those two.
A Complaint to the "Manager"
A couple of days ago, I let the last evening class out. I had finished everything I needed to do, so in the space of 30 seconds of them leaving, I had put my coat on, turned all the lights off and locked up the school. As I left, most of the evening class were still gathered in the car park chatting. I walked past them, and wished them a good evening as I left.
The next day, my line manager came up to me, with a huge smile on her face.
LM: We had a "complaint" about you today.
Me: Me? Why? What did I do?
LM: Did you lock up the school while people were chatting in the car park?
Me: Yeah.
LM: They didn't like that. They complained saying that you were "making a show" of the fact that you had finished work.
Me: All I did was lock the doors and say goodnight!
LM: I don't doubt that. But they say that you should wait until everyone is out of sight before you leave.
Me: Well, if they want to pay me the money to sit around while they have a conversation, then they can have that.
LM: Exactly. Don't pay attention to it. I just thought it was funny.
It's Called a Job. Get One
Remember this lady? http://www.customerssuck.com/board/s...ad.php?t=74277 Well she was back, and she actually looked annoyed to see me.
M: Oh my God! Like, you're here...AGAIN!
Me: Yes I am.
M: Why do you like, always sit here on an evening?
Me: It's my job.
M: But like, don't you have a life or something?
Me: Yes I do, at the weekend.
M: Don't you, like, have anything better to do?
Me: This is my job.
M: No, I like think, like that you don't have anything better to do. That's why you sit here, like, everyday.
Oh my God. I dread to think what life is like in her household.
The Bell of Doom
I have mentioned before how much I hate the little silver bell on my desk. It is a complete idiot magnet.
A man walked up to my desk.
Me: Hi there, how can I he-
DING! DING! DING!
Man: You don't talk until I ring the bell. That's how it works.
I took the bell of the desk and threw it in a waste paper basket.
Man: Really? There was no need for that!
I will blame everyone except my child!
There was a pair of glasses left on my desk with a note next to them. The note said:
*Student* left glasses behind in my lesson. Mother coming to collect them. Beware: mother is very angry
The mother turned up.
Mo: Right, where are *students* glasses and where is her teacher? I want a word!
I checked the staff register. The teacher had left an hour ago.
Me: I'm afraid she has gone home, can I give a messa-
Mo: Damn it! I want to know why my daughter left her glasses behind and why it has taken until now to get them back! Why didn't the teacher notice she wasn't wearing them when she left the classroom?
Me: Well they were found, surely that's all the matters.
Mo: It does not! She couldn't seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee for the rest of the day!
She grabbed the glasses and stormed out.
Fear of Casual Friday
In the office, we have casual Friday. I was working in my regular clothes, but I can't stress enough, I was not scruffy. I was actually wearing some of my best regular clothes. A man walked in.
Man: Well, I was wondering if you could help me with something but now I'm not so sure!
Me: Oh, OK, please tell me and I will see what I can do.
Man: No, no, no! Just look at you! I refuse to be helped by someone who is not at least wearing a tie!
He walked out.
Happy Holiday!
The school is closed next week for half term. I had the duty of telling all the people in charge of evening classes that they will not be running next week. I went to a football instructor as they left.
FI: See you later.
Me: See you. Remember, it's the holidays next week, so the school will be closed.
FI: FUCK! SHIT! TITS! OH FUCK! I COMPLETELY FORGOT! BOLLOCKS!
I saw him standing outside with the other instructor for ten minutes, talking and looking completely outraged.
My Bad
I felt incredibly guilty after this story (although to be fair, it wasn't my fault)
A mother and son walked in. I recognised them from my classroom job. The son is an absolute nightmare. He is quite possibly the meanest child I have ever encountered, and the mother, of course, is convinced that he is a misunderstood angel.
M: Is *teacher still in? I would like a word with her, if you don't mind?
Me: I will ring her office and find out.
Please don't pick up. Please don't pick up. Damn it!
T: Hello?
Me: Hi, I have *students* mum here, she wants to know if she can see you.
T: Damn it! I was just about to leave...crap....I really don't want to deal with her...does she know you are talking to me?
Me: Yes.
T: Is she standing next to you?
Me: Yes.
T: Crap. Then I have no choice. Send her in.
I let them through.
I don't know what happened, but she was in there for TWO HOURS. Poor teacher was just about to leave for the holiday, and the last thing she got was those two.
A Complaint to the "Manager"
A couple of days ago, I let the last evening class out. I had finished everything I needed to do, so in the space of 30 seconds of them leaving, I had put my coat on, turned all the lights off and locked up the school. As I left, most of the evening class were still gathered in the car park chatting. I walked past them, and wished them a good evening as I left.
The next day, my line manager came up to me, with a huge smile on her face.
LM: We had a "complaint" about you today.
Me: Me? Why? What did I do?
LM: Did you lock up the school while people were chatting in the car park?
Me: Yeah.
LM: They didn't like that. They complained saying that you were "making a show" of the fact that you had finished work.
Me: All I did was lock the doors and say goodnight!
LM: I don't doubt that. But they say that you should wait until everyone is out of sight before you leave.
Me: Well, if they want to pay me the money to sit around while they have a conversation, then they can have that.
LM: Exactly. Don't pay attention to it. I just thought it was funny.
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