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No One Wants A Doctor Who’s A Slacker

, , , , , | Learning | May 18, 2024

When my boyfriend and I were medical students, we had to do rotations in surgery. We were assigned to teams of two students, and once a week, we would be on call all night long, followed by a full workload the next day. It was brutal, but having a partner helped some.

[Boyfriend] unfortunately got stuck with a partner who was irresponsible. She wasn’t very helpful when on call and was a slacker even when she wasn’t on call.

One on-call night, [Partner] never showed up. No call, no text, nothing. [Boyfriend] texted me, asking what he should do, as he had her phone number and could text her to ask where she was.

But the night was young, and he decided to just wait for her to show up, assuming she was running late or had unforeseen circumstances. He was expecting her to eventually show up or contact him with a flimsy excuse, but it never happened. Instead, he ended up doing double duties all night because he had no partner.

In the morning, [Boyfriend] asked me what he should do.

Boyfriend: “Should I text [Partner] to ask why she didn’t show up?”

Me: “Instead, you should go directly to the secretary who coordinates students in the surgical office. If a student is sick or has an emergency, they’re supposed to contact the secretary.”

So, he went to the secretary and expressed his concern that his on-call partner had not shown up and had not contacted him to say why. He asked the secretary if the student had contacted her instead, but she had not.

The surgeon who was in charge of the students heard from the secretary that the girl had been AWOL the prior night, and he was livid. He chewed her out in front of everyone until she cried.

Her friends, also medical students, complained to my boyfriend that he should have reached out directly to the student instead. But if she didn’t have the decency to send him even a text message, she didn’t deserve anything better.

Checking In And Then Immediately Checking Out

, , , , , , | Healthy | May 18, 2024

I have an early morning ultrasound scheduled. I get there, check in on the tablet, and wait my turn. The receptionist at the check-in station calls us up one by one.

Receptionist: “Andrew!”

There’s no response.

Receptionist: “Andrew!”

There’s still no response.

Receptionist: “Is there an Andrew here?”

No one answers, so she moves on.

Five minutes later, a man comes in on his phone. Something tells me this is the missing Andrew.

Andrew: “Hi, I’m Andrew. You called me?”

Receptionist: “Okay, go ahead and have a seat, and—”

Andrew: “But you called me.”

Receptionist: “Yes, but you were not here, so you went back on the waiting list. If—”

Andrew: “But you called me.

Receptionist: “But you weren’t here. Go sit down and I will call you again.”

Andrew sits down, typing furiously on his phone. It rings, and he steps out again. I make eye contact with another woman waiting in the room.

Receptionist: “Andrew?”

Andrew is on his phone outside again, not listening to anything.

Receptionist: “Andrew!”

Other Woman: “Dumba**.”

Receptionist: “Andrew?”

Other Woman: “He’s back outside on his phone.”

Receptionist: *Deep breath* “Okay.”

She calls the next person, and Andrew returns. 

Andrew: “Now this is ridiculous! You’ve called me twice and refused to take me! I have an appointment!”

Receptionist: “Then you need to be present for it. I have called you twice, and both times, you have been out of the room on your phone. Please stay in here and wait to be called.”

Andrew: “This place is bulls***.”

Receptionist: “Sir, sit down or leave.”

His phone rings AGAIN.

Andrew: “I have to take this.”

Receptionist: “If you leave this building again, I will remove you from our system.”

Andrew: “You don’t have the authority to do that!”

Someone else in a white coat — probably a doctor but I don’t recognize him — appears. 

White Coat: I will remove you. Sit down, silence your phone, and wait your turn, or get out of my office.”

Andrew sits down, face bright red. No one in the waiting room makes eye contact with him. He does finally get seen, since we are checking out at the same time. He is very curt with the receptionist there, too. 

Andrew: *As he is walking out the door* “I’ll tell everyone on Yelp to avoid this s***hole!”

Other Woman: “Hopefully you will, too!”

Eight To Four Reasons To Leave Her Alone

, , , , , , | Working | May 17, 2024

[Colleague #1] finishes work at 4:00 pm.

Colleague #2: *Pissed* “Is she sleeping with the boss or something? She’s always leaving early!”

Assistant Manager: “Yeah, I keep bringing it up with [Manager], but he tells me to drop it.”

Me: “No, she always gets here before 8:00 am. We just don’t see her working until we get here.”

In fact, most of them casually stroll in sometime after 9:00 am.

The manager (for whom [Colleague #1] works directly) goes away for a trip, leaving [Assistant Manager] in charge.

Assistant Manager: *To [Colleague #1] with a sneer* “You can’t leave before 5:00 pm. You’re not getting away with that with me.”

Colleague #1: “Okay, let me go and talk to our CFO and see about overtime rates. I work from 8:00 am until 4:00 pm. I manage my time well and get all my work done.”

Assistant Manager: “You’re salaried! No overtime rates apply!”

With perfect timing, the manager calls from overseas, and I gleefully transfer the call to her. The best thing about a fairly open-plan office is that you can hear everything from the reception desk.

Colleague #1: “I’m so glad you called. [Assistant Manager] is insisting that I stay until 5:00 pm, with no overtime pay or reason mentioned. Have you got a particular task requiring me to stay?”

She pauses and then hands the phone to [Assistant Manager].

Colleague #1: “He wants to talk to you.”

She kept to her eight-to-four!

Time To Segregate Out The Racists!

, , , , , , , | Right | May 17, 2024

My African-American coworker is working in the produce section. An older customer — and I mean old, like ninety years or so, but still quite spritely for his age — goes over to him.

Customer: “Boy, where are the rutabagas?”

Coworker: “Please don’t call me ‘boy’, sir. And the rutabagas are at the back, over there.”

Customer: “Those are potatoes, boy! What, they ain’t got no potatoes in Africa? It’s all coconuts over there, ain’t it?”

Thankfully, my manager is nearby and has overheard.

Manager: “Sir, first, the potatoes are next to the root vegetables, so he is correct. Second, if you make one more racist remark, I will ban you from this store.

Customer: “It was a joke! You people are all way too sensitive these days!”

Manager: “Sir, your generation had a collective fit when Rosa Parks sat down on a specific part of a bus. I think we’re doing just fine.”

Upper Class Does Not Mean Having Class

, , , , , | Right | May 17, 2024

I used to work as a server in a very high-end restaurant. During my time there, I learned from the other workers how to spot an actual wealthy person from someone who was either pretending or exaggerating how rich they were.

In my restaurant, we regularly had business leaders, A-list celebrities, and political figures all dine there. Usually, these people would be dressed in normal or business-looking clothes, would not draw attention to themselves, and did not want to cause a fuss. They wouldn’t always be friendly, but they would usually tip well.

Then, we got the other side (Z-list celebrities, reality stars, trust fund kids, influencers, YouTubers, etc.), who would normally show up wearing fancy clothes and expensive accessories. They would be rude, arrogant, and entitled, and they’d demand obscure things. Then, they would frequently yell, scream, or demand free things, all the while bragging about how wealthy they were. These were the nightmare customers we had to deal with.

One day, I had a group of regulars arrive at the restaurant. These five guys were all local businessmen who were all very wealthy thanks to some very successful ventures. However, none of them came from wealthy families, and they never forgot their working-class roots. They were some of our favorite customers as they were always super polite and friendly and tipped amazingly well. Whenever they brought their families, they always made sure that everyone thanked us and that they were well-behaved.

This day, they showed up with a new member, and I immediately got some pretty serious “exaggerating wealth” vibes from him. He had all the tell-tale signs: expensive watch and clothes, loud and expensive sportscar, designer shades, and a really superior air about him. In contrast, his friends wore ordinary-looking clothes and drove mid-range cars and SUVs.

Almost immediately, their new friend set about being a jerk and began demanding off-menu items. He was derogatory and rude, and when we couldn’t accommodate his requests, he then began demanding to know about the quality of the ingredients. From there, his requests just became ridiculous as he was demanding his food be cooked to particular specifications, and then he started yelling that he wanted his food cooked in front of him to “make sure you don’t screw it up!”

Thankfully, his buddies immediately began clapping back at him and told him to knock it off! Their new buddy clearly hadn’t been part of this group for long. Usually, these five would talk quietly about their lives, sports, or whatever normal stuff they liked. The new guy started loudly bragging about his wealth, all the expensive holidays he was going to take, how important he was, and all the things he could apparently afford. His friends were clearly embarrassed by him, and I heard them frequently telling him to quiet down. Every time I came to serve or check on them, he would have some rude remark or criticism to share.

Later on, another regular of ours arrived. This one was also well-liked by the staff. You wouldn’t think it to look at him, but he was extremely wealthy and successful. He and his wife came into the restaurant a few times a week, and they were always a delight to serve. The moment they came into view, the new friend began scowling at them like they were a bad smell. He then whistled at me (another thing servers REALLY hate) to come over.

Me: “Yes, sir?”

Rude Guy: “Can you seat those people away from our table, please?”

Guy #1: “[Rude Guy], what for? They’ve done nothing wrong.”

Rude Guy: “Just do as I say, or I’ll have your job!”

Guy #2: “What the h***, man? Stop being so rude!”

Rude Guy: “This is supposed to be a top-class restaurant for people who can afford to be here!”

He looked over toward the couple, who looked slightly amused at this.

Rude Guy: “Just because you have a voucher or some kind of gift card for this place, it does not mean you should be here.”

The whole table looked utterly appalled at this guy, and at least one of them clearly wanted to hit him! Suddenly, one of the group got a look of recognition on his face, and his eyes went wide in shock!

Guy #3: “Holy s***! Isn’t that [Billionaire]?”

Guy #1: “You’re right, it is! Wow. I didn’t even recognize him! That’s awesome!”

Rude Guy: “What?!”

Guy #4: “Dude… that’s [Billionaire]! He owns [Tech Company]!”

Rude Guy: “No, no, no… That’s impossible!”

Guy #1: “Nope, last I checked he can definitely eat here!”

Rude Guy: “But… but…”

He was trying to think of how to say, “But he looks poor!”

Guy #2: “Are you f******* serious? Not everyone who has money likes to show it off! Now, can you please keep quiet and stop making an idiot of yourself?”

Immediately, I went to our regular, who looked very amused at this whole thing.

Me: “Mr. [Regular], I really apologize about this. It was completely unacceptable. I will make sure your meal is comped today!”

Regular: “Do not comp my meal today. You guys work hard, and you deserve every cent! Some people don’t seem to understand that money doesn’t equal class!”

He gave a pointed look at the rude guy, who visibly shrank in his chair.