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If I'd known I'd have to be clairavoyant...
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Submitted by user: Trouble
Posted By: Spoonman
4/4/2005 7:35:00 PM (7 comments)
Last Comment at 4/7/2005 1:45:20 PM
God, I love this story. It so truely fits the mold. It has a boss ranting unneccesarily before even bothering to check and see if he needed to. It has said same boss realizing his mistake and not apologizing. And, it has Trouble submitting it for all the world to share! Best part that last bit...


Trouble writes...

.. I wouldn't have taken the job in the first place.

So, after returning to the wonderful country of my birth, and getting back into a job market that requires me to be able to speak English quickly, I am longing for the sweet simplicity of a job where all I have to do is be Western.

But, I'm working night audit for a hotel now, and at least the money is good.

30 days into my new job, I'm working happily away at balancing imaginary money on a spread sheet. I hadn't been at work for two days, and the last time I had worked, I'd worked with A. A has 10 years experience at this particular job. The person I replaced had 4. My boss has 12. Everyone seems very long-term to me.

Part way through the night, my boss comes up to me.

"Trouble," he says, "Did you and A do the Folio Retention Tape the last shift you worked?"

I think for a moment. I'd been working the back part of the audit, and she had been doing the front. The tape would have been done by Front Audit.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember."

My boss suddenly started yelling at me out of nowhere.

"What do you mean, you don't remember? This is a job, not a game! I don't remember isn't good enough for an excuse! You need to do that tape, it's very important! It's done every 45 days!"

Please note... I had been working there for 30 days at this point.

My boss continued to tirade at me, until I was finally able to get the words in: A had worked the Front Audit that day. I remembered her putting a tape in the basket for Accounting. I hadn't worked there for 45 days, so this would have been the first time that I had been required to do the tape. I still had no idea what he was talking about.

He finally calmed down enough to actually go and check to see if the tape had been done -- it had. But I never got either an apology for his outburst (during which he called me stupid and immature), an explanation of how to do the damned Folio Retention Tape, or even an acknolwedgement that I had no reason to know about something that happened every 45 days when I had only worked there for 30.

Yeah. Because mind reading is something they should have put in the job requirements.


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I stopped trying to read minds when ...
Posted by: annatorious on 4/7/2005 1:45:20 PM

... I realized everyone else was trying to read mine.

... I accidentally walked in on my parents having sex, because neither of them were thinking about it (zing!).

... it occurred to me that I could hardly afford to lose more respect for my coworkers.

... I figured out that I just wanted to know what time it is, and got a watch.

... oh god, the walls are closing in, the walls, and they're sweating and I have no air to breathe and - oh wait, that's just the guy over by the corner that I've never even spoken to.

... I found myself looking through my husband's gun collection immediately after driving in traffic.

... I discovered that almost everyone knows what's going to happen next in the movie, and for the most part we're just being polite not screaming it out loud: "The butler did it!"

... I realized that almost no one washes their hands coming out of the bathroom.

Yep, I think I'd rather not know.
I stopped trying to read minds when...
Posted by: Helen Arigby on 4/7/2005 1:16:59 PM

...I decided that tinfoil hats made a better fashion statement.

...I discovered that everyone is perverted on the inside, no matter how nice and normal they are on the outside. (Who wants to see mental pictures of themselves covered with... well, never mind.)

...I found out what cats are really staring at when they go psycho over a speck of air.
Hey
Posted by: stucco on 4/6/2005 11:35:21 PM

I knew you were going to post that.

Can't read minds, but I can read emotions like nobodys business.

Drives me nuts when I walk in crowded places.
I stopped trying to read minds when...
Posted by: Darth_TechSupport on 4/6/2005 9:09:35 PM

...I found out I was no good at it.

...I discovered the only minds I could read were pregnant wemon and you don't really want to know what they're thinking.

...I only got a slight buzzing noise.



Make up your own!
You're in Edmonton?
Posted by: Helen Arigby on 4/5/2005 12:53:24 PM

Sweet, so are Yawgmoth and I! Sucks, doesn't it? Shitty sidewalks, insane yuppie-redneck-crossbreed drivers--welcome home!

Where in China did you go? C'mon, don't you have a slide show to subject us to or at least an album? I think that's the mandatory minimum.

As for the story... call me a retard, but why did you say "I don't remember" instead of "That's A's job"?
Yay China!
Posted by: Trouble on 4/5/2005 11:33:30 AM

China was great, I loved it and want to go back. Too bad the Student Loan Fairies need me to have a Real Job That Pays Lots Of Canadian Money, or I might have stayed there.

I have some great stories about that, though... *wink*
It just goes to show
Posted by: Cactus on 4/5/2005 4:36:55 AM

wherever you go, it's still the same, just wearing a different hat. What an arsehole!

Welcome back, Trouble! How was China?




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