rSlash - r/Idontworkherelady A Mega-Karen Tried to Fire Me... But I Don't Work There!

Episode Date: April 21, 2020

r/Idontworkherelady In today's story, OP casually goes shopping at a local Wal-Mart. As he's walking to the car, an insane Karen storms over to him and demands to know why he's leaving work before his shift is over. OP tries to explain that he doesn't even work there, but the Karen won't let him get a single word in. Before he can answer, the Karen yells that he's going to be fired! If you like this video, be sure to subscribe for daily Reddit videos! Watch on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3tLWfYDZ-M Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Enjoy the classic taste of the holidays at Tim's with the new non-alcoholic Bailey's flavored holiday menu. Whether you're hanging holiday lights or driving up to your folks, you can enjoy your Tim's and Bailey's anytime, anywhere at participating restaurants in Canada. Welcome to R-Slash, I don't work here, lady, where OP gets fired from a job he doesn't work at. A while back, I was working in an office that allowed dogs. It was an open floor plan and since customers never came into the office we kept the dogs food and water bowls right by the front door just because it was the most convenient space and no one else would see them

but us who worked there. Of the six of us who worked in the main office area I was the only one who didn't have a dog. I had a no pets policy in my apartment and always felt horribly left out. To make matters worse, across the way was a doggy daycare. One day, a very frantic woman came in and she had an absolutely massive bassit hound with her. Usually the only people who came into the office were associates who had appointments with someone working there, but it was where they brought their dogs. She ran up to me and said,

Do you work here? And I said, Yes, how can I help you? And she said, I wasn't sure if you took walk-ins but I read online I could just drop them off. I tried to call her but no answer. I didn't know what she was talking about at that point and I said, come again, who did you call exactly? Thinking if I could just saddle her off to whoever she came to see, I wouldn't have to decide for her problem. She said, well it doesn't matter now. Look, something urgans come up and I really need to leave him here. Here's the food he likes and I'll be back in a few hours and, at this point, I wasn't

thinking of the doggy daycare. I thought maybe she was a friend of someone here. I said, well alright, can I get your name please? And she said her name and then asked if I needed her to sign anything and I was so confused at this point. I just said, why would I need you to sign something and she left almost immediately. So I took Otis the dog to the back and showed them to my co-workers and no one knew the woman or dog. I was worried she wouldn't come back but at the same time my wish for an office dog had been granted, and Otis was supremely chill. All he did all day was lie around and drool onto his own ears. I just freshen him up every now and then took him out every couple hours and he was happy

as a clam on a big cushy dog bed we thankfully had an extra of. He just loved attention from anywhere he could get it. At the end of the day, the woman, thank God, came back. She said, thanks, you're a lifesaver. How was he? And I said, he was a champ. And was about to say, but why is he here when she said, that's a relief. Most kinnels say he gets anxious around other dogs.

I heard you operated at a much higher capacity. I was thrilled to see you had so few clients in the room at one time. So how much do I owe? And that's when I realized she thought we were a dog daycare. Now, I probably should have corrected her, but I loved my day with the office dog and I did want to get paid for supervising this strange dog all day. I just threw out the number that sounded fair and appropriate. That'll be 20 bucks, I said. She replied, really? In this very high tone, and I couldn't tell if I had overshot or undershot, but she paid me and left. My coworkers were laughing hysterically when they realized what had happened, and we thought it would just be a good story for the future. But the next week, she came

back. She said we were so much more affordable unless overcrowded than our other place and she was happy to use us. I was glad for the company so just took him. I didn't think there was any way she couldn't have at least some idea we weren't a dog day care. This whole ordeal was so strange I just figured it don't question a good thing. I was much younger and dumber than. Not long after, Otis started getting dropped off to sometimes

even three or four days a week. I was in heaven! He was such a love. And he made fast friends with the delivery guys and visitors. One day, we took our office Christians card photo and Otis was over that day, so we included him in a Santa hat. It was pretty great, but it turns out Otis's owner was friends with one of our clients, who I guess happened to have the card out on a table or was kind enough to display it alongside her other holiday cards. Because one day Otis's owner came in holding the card and walked up to me and said, I can't even believe I'm asking this, but is that my dog in this photo? This isn't a dog day care at all.

This is just an office, isn't it? She said it with a note of surprise as though she was looking around and putting it all together for the first time. No coincidence that this was the first time she wasn't in some crazy rush either. She was like, then who are all these other dogs? And I explained, I was terrified she was going to demand her money back or worse, take some sort of legal action against us for misrepresenting

ourselves as a dog daycare business or complain to corporate. Instead she basically said, why didn't you ever say anything? And I explained, we just really liked having Otis around. She stopped for a minute and seemed to be thinking and said, Is that right? And I said yes and told the story of how I was the only one in the office without a dog, so I love the company. She seemed a little flummoxed or hesitant, understandably, because the whole thing was so weird. She turned to my co-worker and asked if I was telling the whole truth.

I don't know why she thought my co-worker. Also a stranger to her was any more trustworthy than me, but hey, strange times. My co-worker backed me up. So she said, well, I wish she'd said something sooner. Could have saved me a lot of embarrassment with my friend back there. Alright. I have to get going. See you at 4 o'clock.

And she left Otis. I couldn't believe it. I said, so he can stay. And she replied, where else could I find someone to watch him one-on-one all day for $20? And off she went. Otis stayed my office dog until his family moved away, luckily right around the same time I took a new job. With all this time and the quarantine sitting around doing nothing, I thought it was as

good as time as any to tell that story. I love how the woman was just like, oh okay, well see ya later! She just totally took it in stride and is like, yeah, I'm okay with this. Our next Reddit post is from itchy drafter. I work in an architecture firm in a large building that also contains many other types of professional offices. The receptionist from my firm is on another floor. My office is on an upper floor in a corner, so it's not a logical place for people to go

first when they need to come to our building and don't know where they're going. Nevertheless, it has a door directly to a main corridor, so lost people occasionally knock on it, which is why we have a sign on it with the name of our firm and directing people to our receptionist on the third floor. Alas, the sign did not deter this middle-aged and patient-lost lady in her husband from knocking on my door. If this is the doctor's office, no, this is an architecture firm. How do I get to the doctor's office? There are building directories in the stairs and at the elevator. I start to give her direction to the stairs and elevator, but she interrupts. She's getting huffy and impatient and pushing her way past me right into the middle of my

office. Why can't you just tell me where the doctor's office is? I'm sorry, but there are a lot of offices in this building, including at least 10 doctor's offices, and I don't know their floors or office numbers. Can't you call and find out? Uh, I'd be happy to let you use my phone. Why can't you call?

Me sensing that I'm not going to get rid of her unless I call somebody. What's the doctor's name? Do you have the number? I don't remember his name. I have a two-fifteen appointment. I'm going to be late. No, that this is not an elderly woman,

and I just wasn't getting the sense that this was confused old person with a memory issue. But still, I'm trying to be nice and helpful even if just to get her out of my office. Where can a vehicle from Mazda's electrified line up take you? From running errands to running five kilometers. From powering up to winding down. Electrify every moment with the 2024 Mazda CX90

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that will jog your memory? I don't have time for this. Call the building manager. I explain to the woman that I don't have contact in for the building management and there's no staff to main office in this building. We're back to there's nothing I can do except suggest that she walked down the hall and checked the building directory of the stairs. Her husband is trying to drag her in that direction but she's not having it. You are the worst receptionist. Businesses don't know how to get good people these days. I'm going to tell the doctor about you. I'm sorry, but I'm not the receptionist, and I don't work for your doctor.

I'm an architect. You're in my office. In case that isn't obvious from the fact that the door opens directly into my small messy office filled with drawings. Our firm receptionist is on the third floor floor as the sign on my door says. Well, why didn't you say so? I'll go wait down there. Wait for what? We're an architecture firm. Our receptionist works for the architecture firm. We have nothing to do with the doctor's offices or any other companies in the building. You, Collar, and tell her I'm on my way down there.

At this point, her husband seems to be grasping that I, and my office, and my firm have nothing to do with her doctor whose name escapes her, and starts trying to explain it to her. She brushes them off and yells at me again to call my receptionist. I dial our receptionist with the lady still standing there and say that a couple is on their way down, but they're looking for a doctor's office in the building and I hope that they read the building directory in the stairs on their way down. Well, I never. I've never before actually heard that phrase used in real life. I thought it was reserved for caricatures of uptight entitled old women on TV, like Nelly Olson's mother. She flounced off down the hall. That's like stomping, but floedier

because she was suspended by hot air, dragging her husband. I thought that since they had to use the stairs or elevator to get to our reception area, they would see the directory on their way down, and it would jog their memory as to which doctor they were looking for, and it would tell them where to find the doctor. But no, she did find her way down to Pester our receptionist, and told her that I was a horrible employee, and that she was reporting me to the state medical board. Down in the comments, MinNight Ranger added this, OP, you sound like an awful receptionist.

For everyone's good, I really hope the medical board takes away your architecture from. And then Agamim not ads. I hope they take away his medical license. Our next Reddit post is from MF Stevenson. About a year ago, I worked selling solar panel systems. This job required me to wear khakis in a blue polo when I was meeting customers. One particular day, after meeting with a homeowner, I had to stop by my local Walmart to get more pins in a notepad for my work bag. I pretty consistently got asked if I worked there by other

customers, and I would help if I knew what they were after, but I always told them that I didn't work there. And they were always kind. So this fateful day, I grabbed my pens and paper, and checked out in the self-checkout section. As I was leaving, I heard someone behind me say, and just, where do you think you're going? Now, a little about me. I try to mind my own business as much as possible and don't like to get wrapped up in other people's drama. When I hear outbursts like that in public, I assume it's not because of me.

I also try to follow the rules as much as possible. In this case, I assume it wasn't me because I paid for everything, so I continue to my car. Roughly 30 feet from my car I hear again. Hey you, stop! I do turn around at that one because that's typically what you say to a thief. An employee who can only be described as a Karen is marching towards me. A different kind of pissed off. She starts reaming into me about how I'm abandoning my shift and I'm not supposed to get off for another 3 hours. I'm standing there bewildered because I genuinely have no clue what she's talking about. And I try to let her know that I don't

work there, but she won't let me get a word in. Eventually she says, forget it, you're fired. I waited about 5 seconds and told her, I don't work here, I've never worked here. She stared at me and muttered, sorry, and ran back inside. I'm still not sure what happened, but that's my tale of being fired from a job I never worked at. Hope it brought you some joy. OP, you missed a golden opportunity to flip the tables on a Karen and ask to see her manager. Our next reddit post is from deleted.

This was in college. A bunch of guys ran a beat up old house in town next to a daycare. The problem is the parents picking up and dropping off park in our driveway. We argue with the owner of the daycare every day. She doesn't care. So one day, I began parking behind the parents who are parked in my driveway. This infuriates the daycare owner. We go back and forth and usually I go out and move my car so the parents can get their car out.

One day though I've just had it. I've worked most of the night had early morning classes and I have 20 minutes to shave shower and get ready for my second job this afternoon. I go home and sure enough, parents are in an hour drive way again. So I park behind them and go inside. I get in the shower and when I get out, the daycare owner is beating on the door, loud enough to shake the wall. I go downstairs, wrapped in a towel and open the door. She burst into the middle of the living room and screams at me. While she's

screaming, I take the towel off and calmly dry my hair. I am buck, effing naked. She stops screaming long enough to realize she's standing next to a naked college student. Scream something about calling the cops and bolts for the door. It doesn't open. In her haste to leave, she's locked. In her haste to leave, she's locked the door instead of unlocking it. Now she's stuck with a naked man. I tell her I have to have the key, which is true, to unlock the door and the key is upstairs on my dresser. I leave her looking like she's about to have a heart attack. I take the longest time to go upstairs and get dressed and get the key. When I come back to the living room, she's white as a ghost.

I unlock the door and say, it sucks to be stuck and not able to leave, right? Fast forward about 20 minutes and when I'm leaving, a cop is parked in front of the house. I chat with them through the car window. I explain the situation and they chuckle. Did you invite her in? No, I tell them. She barged into my house. Well, it's not a crime to be naked in your own house. Her problem for violating your privacy. I'd love to say this rectified the situation, but it didn't. We never found a way to stop parents from parking in our driveway. But it was fun for a few minutes to freak out a stuck-up mean middle-aged woman. Down in the comments, Val Helen has this story. Growing up, my house was across the road from a church. This church didn't have enough parking and people would park on

our property. To not be on the road, the car would basically be in our front yard. My dad had a friend that owned a towing company and would call them to tow the cars away every Sunday morning. The toad people would call the cops. The cops would ask if they parked their cars in our property. They would admit they did, but they had to, because there wasn't enough parking at the church. The cops would tell them they couldn't do anything. My dad had the right to have cars on our property towed anytime you wanted. But we read church. Would be the usual retort. Cops would explain to them that them being a church didn't excuse them from leaving their vehicles, unwanted and uninvited on a person's property. Still happened every Sunday for years until the church expanded their parking lots. That was our slash. I don't work here, lady. Annipeel like

this video then hit that like button because it really helps my channel out. until the church expanded their parking lot. That was our slash, I don't work here lady, and if you liked this video, then hit that like button because it really helps my channel out.