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 hotsauceman1 wrote:
Meh, all fandoms are insane if you dig deep enough. Some are just more open. Yall should see the Homestuck fandom, or the adventure time fandom. They got some crazy stuff.

Know what else is open? That crotch and rear of the horse suit they wanted me to where to "act" in their movie.

This thread...I...how can this....did I miss something? Are you guys trying to come up with the best tall tales or something? Are we sure buttery isn't just working on a wargaming sitcom and seeing what we find funny and what goes too far? I think I'll just pretend that's what's going on.

 Da krimson barun wrote:
This thread...I...how can this....did I miss something? Are you guys trying to come up with the best tall tales or something? Are we sure buttery isn't just working on a wargaming sitcom and seeing what we find funny and what goes too far? I think I'll just pretend that's what's going on.

I saw a 50 year old man throw a temper tantrum. Fair to say most of these are believable.

Well, I quit my job.
Just worked my notice, and now I'm free.

Contemplate, given my posts, quite how bad that job was for me to actually quit.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
Well, I quit my job.
Just worked my notice, and now I'm free.

Contemplate, given my posts, quite how bad that job was for me to actually quit.

Are there legal authorities a/o business associations you should be quietly notifying/ whistle blowing? If it was that bad, should something be done to end them?

My first job, when I was a teen, was at a diner/ ice cream shop. I live in a small, liberal city, basically paradise, and my upbringing was fairly sheltered.

Had a tourist couple come to the take out window shortly before closing for the evening for some ice cream. their change was a few pennies. The man chucks them on the floor through the window, saying, "That's for the <racist slur> that cleans the floors!", while his wife cackled. His conspiratorial smile made me sick. I was shocked. I had never heard this word used in it's actual negative context before. (Of course I had heard it before, NWA and Too Short were awesome!)

All I could say was, "I'm the guy who cleans the floor". They turned red and walked away.

There was absolutely nothing I could pin down on paper, plus as an apprentice I had less rights than a full employee. It was tiny things like moving the sign-in and clock-out time by two minutes. Inconsequential to everyone else, but it meant I could no longer get the 5.35 train that was across the road, I had to get two buses and make it a two hour trip.
I broke past 13hrs a day out of the house, for half of minimum wage.

They made my life absolute hell, and for the first time in my life, I was thinking I was beyond worthless.

I contemplated knuckling under, but decided they weren't going to take my life over. I handed in my notice and left.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
There was absolutely nothing I could pin down on paper, plus as an apprentice I had less rights than a full employee. It was tiny things like moving the sign-in and clock-out time by two minutes. Inconsequential to everyone else, but it meant I could no longer get the 5.35 train that was across the road, I had to get two buses and make it a two hour trip.
I broke past 13hrs a day out of the house, for half of minimum wage.

They made my life absolute hell, and for the first time in my life, I was thinking I was beyond worthless.

I contemplated knuckling under, but decided they weren't going to take my life over. I handed in my notice and left.

Sometimes that is the best thing to do.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
There was absolutely nothing I could pin down on paper, plus as an apprentice I had less rights than a full employee. It was tiny things like moving the sign-in and clock-out time by two minutes. Inconsequential to everyone else, but it meant I could no longer get the 5.35 train that was across the road, I had to get two buses and make it a two hour trip.
I broke past 13hrs a day out of the house, for half of minimum wage.
They made my life absolute hell, and for the first time in my life, I was thinking I was beyond worthless.
I contemplated knuckling under, but decided they weren't going to take my life over. I handed in my notice and left.

I never thought I would see my breaking point.
All it took was a business with no clue, I got designated by default to try to keep it from the abyss while at every turn they "try" to tank the place.
I can say I fully support your need to walk form the job NOW.
A risk of mental health issues is not to be tolerated.
Good thing is, after working at places like that: other "normal" businesses seem like paradise in comparison.

I was treated so differently in my last week. Because I was untouchable in effect. No "extra" jobs, no cleaning or having to fetch and carry stuff for my managers. I was employed as a designer, but used as the company secretary.
Honestly the best week I spent there.

The frustrating part was how hit and miss they were with the bullying.
I came out to my manager and changed my name to one more "me" while employed there. My manager, married to the boss of the company. She absolutely did the legal thing and didn't even tell him why I changed my name.
So for over two months, he kept calling me by my original name and getting irate at me for doing such "a fething silly thing" as changing my name.
So I respect that management didn't see fit to out me, but on the other hand, some of the disciplinaries against me were insane.

(My colleagues who did know, were trying hard to get it right.)

Things I was held after hours to be told off for:
Not knowing how to use a phone headset without training
Not knowing how to fill out a phone correspondence form (I'm extremely dyslexic)
Insubordination, aggression and bullying of female staff
Racism (offering licorice to a black man)
Charging my phone using a cable that I brought from home.

(I hope it goes without saying that every single one if these was bewildering to me and my colleagues)

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
There was absolutely nothing I could pin down on paper, plus as an apprentice I had less rights than a full employee. It was tiny things like moving the sign-in and clock-out time by two minutes. Inconsequential to everyone else, but it meant I could no longer get the 5.35 train that was across the road, I had to get two buses and make it a two hour trip.
I broke past 13hrs a day out of the house, for half of minimum wage.

They made my life absolute hell, and for the first time in my life, I was thinking I was beyond worthless.

I contemplated knuckling under, but decided they weren't going to take my life over. I handed in my notice and left.

Good choice. Life's too short for crap jobs (and I heartily recommend the book "Crap Jobs" by the way...)

A guy at my FLGS volunteers and is filling time with light duty work due to health issues.
His wife in the last year has been coming by after work and hanging out and helping out a bit too.
A very nice, smart, pretty person.

I am unsure what drugs a patron was on at the time but he decided to hit on the lady rather hard (him mid 30'ish her mid 20's).
It was not quite a "Yo baby, you and me." but it was pretty much that.
The husband almost had his eyebrows crawl off his head and looked at her.
She gave him a look back like "I can handle this." and told the guy to "Move it, not interested".

The guy replied "You never know." and pinched her butt as he walked past and laughed.
They have a long counter and she was seated there with her laptop.
It was at a prominent height and an open back chair but really, really, unfortunate, poor impulse control all the same.

Things happened a little fast so I may not have it all correct:
- She flinched, turned around and slapped him hard to the side of the head (pretty sure she managed to "cup" the guy's ear..<ouch> ).
- The husband VAULTED over the counter and grabbed the guy by the back of his shirt and started dragging him backwards.
- I managed to get there in time before he decided to hit the guy or not and I said "Out he goes... now!" I grabbed the guy's arm to get him up and marched him to the exit.
(I honestly thought the guy was going to receive a beating, zero resistance from the guy which was a plus).
- I am unsure what the guy was babbling but I did say "Out the door now or the husband may beat you silly."

Who has the dead brains to pull a Neanderthal move like that?
Who pinches bums these days?
I assume the guy was off his meds or something.

 Da krimson barun wrote:
This thread...I...how can this....did I miss something? Are you guys trying to come up with the best tall tales or something? Are we sure buttery isn't just working on a wargaming sitcom and seeing what we find funny and what goes too far? I think I'll just pretend that's what's going on.

These are the stories I can share in public.
Consider that there are a lot that I can't. They're either borderline illegal, or too specifically identifiable. Or I really care for the people involved and would never want them to feel bad.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:

 Da krimson barun wrote:
This thread...I...how can this....did I miss something? Are you guys trying to come up with the best tall tales or something? Are we sure buttery isn't just working on a wargaming sitcom and seeing what we find funny and what goes too far? I think I'll just pretend that's what's going on.

These are the stories I can share in public.
Consider that there are a lot that I can't. They're either borderline illegal, or too specifically identifiable. Or I really care for the people involved and would never want them to feel bad.

And you are a good and responsible person for doing that. But, you have some of the WORST luck of anyone I have ever met (via internet forum or otherwise). I sometimes wonder if this thread should be relabeled Buttery's horrible experiences lol.

A very open minded person is awesome to be around.

Those who do not fit easily within social norms gravitate to those who can accept them.

Those who are off their medication, have a mental condition or are just plain narcissists find an open mind attractive to be around more-so.

Anyone else get the label "Psycho magnet" from their friends?

I was at a bar with some friends and some guy beside me says directly to me with no prior dialogue "Things have changed a lot since I got out of prison."

It is something about a face that looks like the person "cares".
I suppose a worried face will get that too...

Nothing says fun like when your boss assembles 60 people from the manufacturing floor to tell them: "Smarten up or I will fire you all and hire a bunch of trained monkeys.". Reality can be far stranger than fiction.

 Talizvar wrote:
I was at a bar with some friends and some guy beside me says directly to me with no prior dialogue "Things have changed a lot since I got out of prison."

Don't sweat that too much, he was just trying out the lyrics to his new country & western song.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
There was absolutely nothing I could pin down on paper, plus as an apprentice I had less rights than a full employee. It was tiny things like moving the sign-in and clock-out time by two minutes. Inconsequential to everyone else, but it meant I could no longer get the 5.35 train that was across the road, I had to get two buses and make it a two hour trip.
I broke past 13hrs a day out of the house, for half of minimum wage.

They made my life absolute hell, and for the first time in my life, I was thinking I was beyond worthless.

I contemplated knuckling under, but decided they weren't going to take my life over. I handed in my notice and left.

Knowing when to tell a job they can go to hell is the hardest lesson I ever learned in life. Sometimes when you give them an inch they really will take you a mile. Best you can do is cut your losses and move on, because unless they would go out of business without you (and sometimes even if they would) they will never change.

It took me three jobs of being the guy stuck doing the hard work, getting stuck doing other people's jobs, and in general being the fall guy before I finally had enough and stopped putting up with it. They'd make excuses why they couldnt give me a raise when we were budgeted to have 4 people in my department and I was the only one left. They'd tell me I had to work 6 days a week then constantly talk about vacation and weekend plans in the office, then act confused when I was tired and said I never had time to do everything I needed to on my one day off.

My last job in Colorado for example was like that, quitting that job was the smartest thing I've done in a long time.

Mine has to be being lied to to come back to a job.
Was promised a lead position, even a supervisor later in the season.
I come back to find THE WORSE WORKER got the position instead. That, despite spending 4 years studying a degree, I was no more qualified for than the same person who came in the same season as me get it.
I guess all the "Your a great worker, we love you, you work hard, your great, we want you to come back next year" was just to keep me believing they really valued me, when they gave promotions to many other people.

 hotsauceman1 wrote:
Mine has to be being lied to to come back to a job.
Was promised a lead position, even a supervisor later in the season.
I come back to find THE WORSE WORKER got the position instead. That, despite spending 4 years studying a degree, I was no more qualified for than the same person who came in the same season as me get it.
I guess all the "Your a great worker, we love you, you work hard, your great, we want you to come back next year" was just to keep me believing they really valued me, when they gave promotions to many other people.

Well dont be too disheartened man.

Everyone has those jobs that burned em. All you can do is learn from it and move on.

Sell your resume right and keep networking and youll be fine

I know, my friends told me jobs do that all the time, and its something that they all do. Now that I think about it, i should have known.
but man, learning it the hard way is hard.

Not quite a horror story, but I've just finished a shift on the third day of my new (part time) job and one of the guys I was working with who's been doing the job for 24 years was in a passive-aggressive hostile strop making sarcastic remarks and snapping at me all day long because his team was given a newbie to work with and we finished 2 hours early instead of the usual 3 hours (when your rounds are finished, you go home and still get the full day's pay). Its a very physically demanding job and not something you can pick up on and be up to speed with people who've done it for years in just a couple of days.

Can't see myself doing this for life, even if they do offer to make me full time, and especially if I'm working with this guy on a regular basis. I'm attending a recruitment road show in a few weeks with a British Police Constabulary, so fingers crossed.

So, I applied for a new job a while back. It is a rather cushy-city funded job. As long as you didn't do anything stupid enough to get fired you'd be set for life. Good pay, free health care, air conditioned work environment, and a desk job.


This job was as a police dispatcher. High stress and split second decisions must be made. Did they give me the job? No. Who did get the Job? My cousin, a 50-year old woman with a history of legal issues and drug abuse. She hasn't had a job in 15 years (she openly admitted at family reunions she was bilking the system). She has been on disability for "severe anxiety attacks and nervous breakdowns" that prevent her from working any job.

I'm not so much mad that I didn't get the job, but why did she? Please, anyone but her.

How is she coping in the new job?

 cuda1179 wrote:
So, I applied for a new job a while back. It is a rather cushy-city funded job. As long as you didn't do anything stupid enough to get fired you'd be set for life. Good pay, free health care, air conditioned work environment, and a desk job.


This job was as a police dispatcher. High stress and split second decisions must be made. Did they give me the job? No. Who did get the Job? My cousin, a 50-year old woman with a history of legal issues and drug abuse. She hasn't had a job in 15 years (she openly admitted at family reunions she was bilking the system). She has been on disability for "severe anxiety attacks and nervous breakdowns" that prevent her from working any job.

I'm not so much mad that I didn't get the job, but why did she? Please, anyone but her.

Maybe she is just filling some positive discrimination quotas?

I remember a time back in high school, I was trading some Magic cards with another bloke at the local shop. He was after a card of mine called "Higure, the Still Wind" from a set called Kamigawa which, for those of you who don't know, was a set based on Japanese history and mythology.

So I hand him the card and say. "Here's your Higure, man."
With an immediacy that almost suggested he'd planned it all along, he shot back, "It's High-gurray."

Usually, when it comes to fantasy cards and games, I pronounce things how I want and let other people pronounce things how they want and I never say a thing. Proper pronunciation of fantasy words is so rarely clarified that it hardly matters. But in this instance, this exemplar of linguistics felt he needed to correct me, so I felt it was my duty to do the same.

I tell him, "Actually, it's pronounced Higure. It's Japanese," sounding the syllables with what was described by my fourth-year Japanese teacher as "nearly native accuracy."
He responds, "I'm Japanese. It's High-gurray."

I was much meeker and less confrontational back then than I am now, so I dropped it at that.

But his name was Derek and he was Hawaiian.

Derek might have been hapa.

Yes, he may have been.

But that doesn't change the fact that he was using the claim of Japanese heritage as a reason for why his absurdly wrong pronunciation of a Japanese word was correct.

Oh, I guess I should mention, if you don't know, that Japanese syllables only have one pronunciation and all Japanese words are phonetic, so anyone with a basic knowledge of the alphabet can correctly pronounce any word in the language.

Have you had that name pronounced by native Japanese speakers? No? Then he might actually be correct.

Again, he might actually be correct from a Hawaiian-Japanese standpoint vs an American High School Japanese standpoint.

I am very well aware of how Japanese pronunciation is supposed to go. I don't necessarily believe that your HS teacher is the be-all, end-all arbiter of Japanese pronunciation.

 JohnHwangDD wrote:
I am very well aware of how Japanese pronunciation is supposed to go. I don't necessarily believe that your HS teacher is the be-all, end-all arbiter of Japanese pronunciation.

While I cannot speak to the experiences of other users, where I grew up, as well as where I'm looking at working, foreign language teachers are required to be native-born speakers, or have a proficiency that makes them considered fluent. This leads to some difficulty because, as I just left German classes, the two different teachers learned German in two different regional dialects (one was the slightly more "clipped" Berlin/Northern German accent, while the other spoke with more of a Swiss dialect/accent)


I guess what I'm saying is that this teacher is more than likely correct.... but could also be wrong, as pronunciation and inflection does depend on regions and variations in dialect.

Now I'm able to laugh a little more...

[Call comes in]
Me: Hallo, Design Department, Benny speaking.
Caller: Denny?
Me: Benny. With a B.
Caller: Benny with a B. Not a D?
Me: [Bites fist trying not to laugh] It depends who you ask.
Caller: Sorry?
Me: ...That'd be Bendy.
Caller: Can you put me through to John, please.