"I wanna break your vagina"

Ignoring the fact that this is obviously completely disgusting and inappropriate and awful, why the fuck would any guy think that saying something totally creepy like that is a good way to get a girl to bang you? Like was he just deliberately sexually harassing her and being awful to her?…

PINEAPPLE MAYONNAISE WONDERBREAD SANDWICHES.

Heh. I once mentioned to a boss that I was going to a clothing swap with a bunch of other women - you know, you bring nice stuff that just doesn't fit or you don't want any more and a bottle of wine, and viola! You got some new outfits! I'd just started grad school and thought this was the niftiest goddamned way…

That's my fear, too.

Yeah, I mean, I don't think he was a bad guy, I think he A) legitimately thought it was a cool car, and under different circumstances, I would have too and B) I think to the extent he thought about it at all thought it would motivate us. The owner guy was the money man who was born w/ a silver spoon, and our CTO was…

I began my short-lived career in journalism in 1989 at a weekly newspaper in suburban San Diego, in an area of town that was quite conservative even for a conservative county. Our HQ office, where the paper was laid out and printed (yes, we did that back in the Dark Ages), was in nearby Poway, Calif.

Ooh, ooh, I have one!

The Cajun place I occasionally waitressed at was bugfuck nuts. I don't know if the owner didn't know what she was doing, or was just so stoned all the time that she was rendered incompetent. We wasted a ton of food because she sucked so bad at figuring out how to order how much of what.

Good grief, I hope so, but sadly I'm sure there are surely plenty of people who think that owners pooling tips and taking a share for themselves and salaried staff is just fine.

Not a restaurant story, but I once worked at a bingo hall along with the owner's daughter who felt entitled to help herself to a bigger share of the tips every night. We all hated it, but Daddy didn't care, so there was nothing we could do about it. It was such an open secret, even the patrons knew. I once had a…

Fast forward to the next time I'm working with Boss. He tells me that his friends spoke very highly of me, and he thanks me for taking such good care of them. Then, nonchalant as fuck, he says to me "I hear [redacted French Dude] gave you a nice tip, eh?" and my eyes widen in horror, thinking he's about to accuse me…

These people are born on third and think they hit a triple.

This is something I will often post about on Yelp. I know people have mixed opinions on Yelp, but the truth is managers do read it, and react. I am really big on reviews, and even when something is negative I try to be as clear as possible as to when something was and wasn't an employee's fault. I remember one time I…

Oh, I think it's pinkeye. I found some old antibiotics from the last time and put the drops in, just in case."

Yes, this so many times over. . . My first 'real' job out of college was at a very small marketing company with something like 20-25 employees. The company founders made mad bank and specifically hired recent college grads from the south/midwest to move to DC to get paid a pittance (only in the south/midwest, that…

One of my bosses at a large department stores wasn't entirely horrible, but she was really privileged. One day a few of us workers were in the break room, and a friend was saying that her brother was saving up to buy a notebook computer for his classes.

Oooh I have a fun karma one! I worked at this horribly yuppie fancy deli in high school that was owned by a horrible yuppie couple. Sample: A week after I'd given notice (because I was LEAVING FOR COLLEGE), one of them saw me throwing out about 3 tablespoons of ketchup from the bottom of the barrel and yelled "Just…

OOOOH, I have a story for THIS group.

Wow, I didn't read him 'of course getting creepy with' as being racist, I read it as of course, because he's a GM at a place with underage employees (I mean, that's pretty universal as something that happens VERY frequently, at restaurants/stores/jobs with managers of all races/sexes/orientations).

Not technically customer service related, but I remember when karma bit my old boss in the back. We offered theoretical, unproved, woo-y treatments for autism that didn't really do much except suck people's wallets. It was my first "big girl" job, so I overlooked a lot. Eventually, people didn't have enough money to…