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Have you ever had something happen at work that is so memorable, you'll never forget it, even after you stop working there? This is the place to share those stories!
I have a few. I worked in a convenience store for a while, and there were definitely some interesting times there!
Being a young girl working evenings and late nights, sometimes even full overnights, in a convenience store on the bad side of town, I got hit on a lot. I had one customer who was always nice and would have a conversation with me when he came in for beer every single day. One day he came in, then left, and came back about fifteen minutes later. As he was checking out, he handed me a carefully folded note with a smiley face drawn on the top. I unfolded it later, and it was a note inviting me to go see him sometime, with his name, his phone number, his roommates name and phone number, his address, and a map to his house. I kept the note because it was so weird, I had to show my friends. Every time he came in after that, he would ask for my phone number. After a few months he lost hope, but would still ask every day and laugh about it, not even waiting for me to say no.
Another time there, a man came in and tried to steal a pack of cigarettes, which we kept behind the counter, and I wouldn't let him. He was angry and went to the cooler, grabbed a bottle of water, and walked out. My coworker, who wasn't on the clock yet and was standing beside the counter near me, yelled that it was stealing. The man threw the bottle at the door, then walked off. Then he suddenly ran back into the store, tried to come behind the counter, and my coworker stepped in front of the opening so he wouldn't be able to get near me. The man then punched my coworker in the face, and they ended up in the back fighting. The other man working had to go break it up and they held the guy down until the police came. The guy had a broken nose, fractured jaw, several bruises, and had to get several stitches on his eye among other things. He was yelling so much in the ER, that he had to be sedated.
And then the most recent story happened at my next job. I worked at a call center for a bank. The bank is actually located across the country, but outsourcing is cheaper of course. Whenever a customer had a fee on their account and was upset about it, we would try to rebate it but if the account didn't qualify, we could not. If the customer then requested a supervisor, or if we had a question about a fee or anything similar, we would call this department located across the country. When I would call that department, I'd pretty regularly get the same person, we'll call him J. Since we both worked the early morning shift and there were only about ten people in that department, it was inevitable that I would talk to him pretty often. He always answered the phone with his first and last name (he was the only one; we're only required to answer with the first name and no one really likes giving out their full name if we don't have to), and was so enthusiastic. We became friends, as much as you can talking for a few moments maybe 3 or 4 times a week. We'd always talk about how we're doing and such before actually going to the reason for the call. My last day was wednesday. I told him on Tuesday, and he was really sad and gave me a sweet speech about how he wants the best for me in life and always loves talking to me, and said that I've always been his favorite agent to speak with. Then on Wednesday, I called the department again and reached him. He told me he'd been thinking about me all day, hoping that I'd have an issue and need to call, and we talked then I was about to send the customer to him when he suddenly said, "Since it's your last day I'll go ahead and tell you- I did send you a message," but I didn't get a change to ask what he meant. I checked my work email and had nothing. When I got home and told my roommate about it, he suggested I check facebook. I did, and it turned out that J had found my facebook and messaged me two weeks before. We've actually become pretty close friends now.It's funny. My roommates work for the same place, so I can talk to J about my roommates and work stuff and he always knows exactly what I mean.
Have you ever had something happen at work that is so memorable, you'll never forget it, even after you stop working there? This is the place to share those stories!
I have a few. I worked in a convenience store for a while, and there were definitely some interesting times there!
Being a young girl working evenings and late nights, sometimes even full overnights, in a convenience store on the bad side of town, I got hit on a lot. I had one customer who was always nice and would have a conversation with me when he came in for beer every single day. One day he came in, then left, and came back about fifteen minutes later. As he was checking out, he handed me a carefully folded note with a smiley face drawn on the top. I unfolded it later, and it was a note inviting me to go see him sometime, with his name, his phone number, his roommates name and phone number, his address, and a map to his house. I kept the note because it was so weird, I had to show my friends. Every time he came in after that, he would ask for my phone number. After a few months he lost hope, but would still ask every day and laugh about it, not even waiting for me to say no.
Another time there, a man came in and tried to steal a pack of cigarettes, which we kept behind the counter, and I wouldn't let him. He was angry and went to the cooler, grabbed a bottle of water, and walked out. My coworker, who wasn't on the clock yet and was standing beside the counter near me, yelled that it was stealing. The man threw the bottle at the door, then walked off. Then he suddenly ran back into the store, tried to come behind the counter, and my coworker stepped in front of the opening so he wouldn't be able to get near me. The man then punched my coworker in the face, and they ended up in the back fighting. The other man working had to go break it up and they held the guy down until the police came. The guy had a broken nose, fractured jaw, several bruises, and had to get several stitches on his eye among other things. He was yelling so much in the ER, that he had to be sedated.
And then the most recent story happened at my next job. I worked at a call center for a bank. The bank is actually located across the country, but outsourcing is cheaper of course. Whenever a customer had a fee on their account and was upset about it, we would try to rebate it but if the account didn't qualify, we could not. If the customer then requested a supervisor, or if we had a question about a fee or anything similar, we would call this department located across the country. When I would call that department, I'd pretty regularly get the same person, we'll call him J. Since we both worked the early morning shift and there were only about ten people in that department, it was inevitable that I would talk to him pretty often. He always answered the phone with his first and last name (he was the only one; we're only required to answer with the first name and no one really likes giving out their full name if we don't have to), and was so enthusiastic. We became friends, as much as you can talking for a few moments maybe 3 or 4 times a week. We'd always talk about how we're doing and such before actually going to the reason for the call. My last day was wednesday. I told him on Tuesday, and he was really sad and gave me a sweet speech about how he wants the best for me in life and always loves talking to me, and said that I've always been his favorite agent to speak with. Then on Wednesday, I called the department again and reached him. He told me he'd been thinking about me all day, hoping that I'd have an issue and need to call, and we talked then I was about to send the customer to him when he suddenly said, "Since it's your last day I'll go ahead and tell you- I did send you a message," but I didn't get a change to ask what he meant. I checked my work email and had nothing. When I got home and told my roommate about it, he suggested I check facebook. I did, and it turned out that J had found my facebook and messaged me two weeks before. We've actually become pretty close friends now.It's funny. My roommates work for the same place, so I can talk to J about my roommates and work stuff and he always knows exactly what I mean.
May 15th, 2015 at 07:04pm