I think I posted this here one time. I'm not sure. I do remember posting it in my LiveJournal.
This was back when I worked in this one particular store. Most of my co-workers who worked with me on customer service were pretty annoying to say the least (the first half of the year I worked, my co-workers weren't so bad but the second half from August to February, most were immature). But there was this one co-worker who wanted me to work his night shift (I was supposed to work the day time) and I told him a couple of times that I started at 10am and he said "okay" a couple of times. Another supervisor knows at that time. (There are three prior to when I left)
Turns out, I get a call at 10:15 from one of my supervisors asking me where I am. My brother, thankfully, showed some mercy and dropped me off because I wasn't going to put up with it, really. If that co-worker couldn't make it, then he's off on his own. I felt sorry for my supervisor because other than the cook, she was the only one there.
And then the co-worker shows up at 11! What the hell? I told him 10! And here he is saying that he thought I started 11 (another co-worker was supposed to start at 11 as well). Since my supervisor pretty much sensed that it could boil up in to something that would scare the customers off, she advised the both of us to take it to the back.
That co-worker told pretty much begged me to take his night shift but I told him no. Plus, it was really difficult heading to work in the first place because on that day, there was huge traffic. He kept saying that he had something to do that night but I told him that I wasn't willing to come back again for a second round because it was a waste of time. Maybe after about fifteen minutes, and with less customers, I relented and left the place in a pissed off mood. Because I didn't have the car, I had to call my brother and even he was wondering what the hell was going on. (He cheered me up by suggesting that he dressed up as ninja, walk in to the store, and say "Where's the late one?")
I don't know how my manager found out I was pissed because when I left, I tried to keep a straight face (can't scare the customers off because you never know if one of them is an inspector) because he called me to apologize, which he honestly didn't need to do since he wasn't involved in this whole fiasco. If anything, that co-worker needed to apologize to me AND my brother for putting us up with this.
Hopefully, the next job I get doesn't have immature teenagers on its list.