rSlash - r/Idontworkherelady Obey Me Or I'll Have You Fired!

Episode Date: June 14, 2020

r/Idontworkherelady In today's episode, an over-dramatic Karen screams at OP as he comes home. He tries to calmly explain that he doesn't even work at this apartment complex, but for some bizarre reason she completely ignores him and continues to spout more insane garbage. He eventually gets fed up with her screaming and tells her off. If you like this video and want to see more, subscribe to my channel for more daily Reddit videos! 🔔 Subscribe: https://bit.ly/2E3A8i6 💬 Discord: https://discord.gg/Rtwc9ZC 🎧 Podcast: https://link.chtbl.com/rslash ⚓ Send me a voice message: https://anchor.fm/rslash 📸 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rslashyt/ ♪ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@rslash0 🛒 Merch: http://bit.ly/rSlashMerch Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

These side marios all you can eat is all you can munch a soup salad and garlic home Welcome to our slash a podcast where I read the best posts from across Reddit today's subreddit is our Slash I don't work here lady and next award from our sponsors our next reddit post is from shell switch my wedding party was Very informal we wore sports jerseys. A lot of family and friends of family came, including a batch of people that I didn't even know, which got a little weird because we still only personally invited everyone and told everyone to let us know if they have a plus one and it would be fine for us to invite them.

This is so we could track catering expenses and space concerns. It was a rough day and I was very limited in support and was taking care of most setup and issues myself in a party of roughly 80 people. It felt more like work than a party. The time finally came where I could rest when issues were taken care of about halfway through the party. The sun was beginning to set. I sat down in the corner and wiped the sweat off my face and looked over at the food.

Everyone had eaten except me so I was ready to finally dive into the food I paid for. Some woman I never met in her late 20s asked me to bring a plate for her kids. I'm sorry, ma'am, I want to bring some stuff for my wife and start eating myself. Oh, caterers can bring their family to events like this? Me, somewhat confused at her response. The caterers here are a family business, so sort of. Isn't it appropriate for you to eat food someone else paid for? Me, confused even further, but giving a chuckle.

I paid for it. I'm sorry, who did you come here with? Oh, really? You must be the party planner. Are you a friend of the grooms? I was invited by the groom. I'm F. Me, chuckling again.

No, I'm the groom. Oh, I'm sorry, how embarrassing. You're the groom. Hey, nice to meet you. I sent invitations by name, but we also requested feedback for the plus invitations. I don't believe I sent you an invitation. I think everyone invited more people than we initially wanted.

Uh-oh. Am I and my kids okay to be here? I'm actually sister's friend's friend. They said it was okay. Oh, yeah, that'll be perfectly fine. We have much more food than I thought. It won't be an issue. Nice to meet you. I came to the table with my wife and her grandmother when we finally ate.

My wife said to me, Man, you're flirting with all the ladies at our wedding party or what? I know that a plus one of a plus one that was uninvited is generally uncool, but there was no need to stress it. Everyone had a good time and there was actually too much food. Man OP, you're a better man than me. If someone showed up uninvited to my wedding, they'd be out under butt in two minutes flat. Our next Reddit post is from Acid Dip Teeth.

It was the middle of June and my first weekend off in quite a long time. I've been giving my friend a never-ending rain check of promising to teach her to fish. Our schedules finally line up. Weather's perfect. It's Fishing Time. We arrive at a local lake. It's the type where you don't need a fishing license just to pass for the lake. Money goes to the city. We buy our passes from the concession stand and hit back to my car to get to gear. I brought three setups. One for me, one for my friend, and one just in case. It's a really busy Saturday

morning. Lots of people. We do a mini hike across the lake to get to our spot and get to fishing. My friend learns quickly. We catch a few before the sun's all the way up. We're pumped how well the day is going and it's time to take a lunch break when it starts to get hot. At about 11 we take this stuff back to my car, which she'll eat, hydrate, and head back. While we're walking back, a group of kids break away from their families to follow us around. They were all boys, four of them.

Three of them were probably around 8 to 11 years old, and the fourth is maybe 6. I'm thinking they just want to watch us fish, and they likely told their parents where they were going, so I don't even think about it. We get back to our spots, but the kids are trying to follow us down the hill. The top of the hill has a trail. If you're careful, you can climb down to reach a small land and it's close to the water's edge. It was stressing me out to watch these kids try and climb down, so I yell up to them to

find a safer place for them to watch. Basically right next to us, it was easier to get to, but there was a gap in between the landings. Once they got down, they decided to have a rock skipping contest. Not exactly polite to do that next to people fishing, but I let it go. Then these kids decided to have a jumping contest. They're jumping from their landing to our landing back and forth. There's only a two-foot gap, but if they fell, they definitely get hurt.

My friend is getting more stressed than me watching them and makes them promise her to be careful. They said what I probably would have said when I was their age. Fine. Whatever guys, the ringleader of the group, the oldest, maybe 11, then asked me if they're allowed to fish. I asked them if they had a pass, stupid me, and they say yes and unison. I tell them, if you've got a pass, you're good to go.

The ringleader puts his hands on my fishing pole that I'm still holding and asks if he can use it. I pull away and say, no but I'm using it. He picks up my just-in-case poll without asking and says, what about this one? No, that's mine and I don't want you hurting yourself with it. The little brat gives me an attitude in shells. Well, what can I use? I didn't even know what to say at first, but I pulled out old faithful. Go ask your parents. It worked. They immediately left.

About 20 minutes later, we hear a large group of people coming down the trail. It's the kids in their family, and the kids are whispering and pointing at me. Mostly just a ringleader. A female a bit older than me. I'm guessing the mom angrily makes her way over to the spot and lays into me. I don't remember everything, but the general summation is that I'm ungrateful and I need to get shot. Her words.

The kids are still close, so I decide to keep it PG. I also have a little issue with my hearing. If something is too loud, I can't usually make it out. Like if you're yelling at me, I'm not going to get every word. I explain I can't hear when she raises her voice. She starts yelling louder. I'm getting nothing. every word. I explain I can't hear when she raises her voice. She starts yelling louder. I'm getting nothing. My friend is mortified.

I stare at her until there's a break and say, yeah, I didn't get a word of that. She almost starts to go off again when the husband or boyfriend or older brother shout something at her in another language and she stops. Did you tell these boys they couldn't fish? No, I suggest the opposite.

She stunned. Why can't they fish then? They're allowed to fish at this lake. They can fish. They're absolutely allowed to fish here. They just can't use my stuff. Why not? Everyone else here is fishing.

The lake is owned by the city. Yup, sure is. She stares blankly at me for way too long. You need to teach them to fish. Miss, I can't watch all of them. What do they hurt themselves? Yes, you are. My taxes pay your salary.

No, they don't. Yes, they do. I pay taxes and taxes pay for this lake. And they better not hurt themselves because if they do, you think I work here? More blank stares. Miss, I work at a company doing something completely different. Even more blank stares. I fix computers, silence. This poor lady looks so embarrassed as it clicks that I'm just a person fishing on their day off. But I don't even get an apology, no recognition that she was wrong.

She just climbs back over to the rest of the family as they quietly speak amongst themselves, walking away in their shame. When they're finally out of sight, my friend and I give each other though. What the f just happened look, and break into the most beautiful 45 minute session of uncontrollable laughter I've ever had. I love this reply from Donut Olympian down in the comments. I'm a cop and I've gotten the, I pay your salary line maybe twice. Once I said things and gave them their ticket and the other time I said I could use arrays

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You know what to do bet on it. Point spets sportsbook and casino. Our next Reddit post is from Bailey the Nerd. This is an old tale I have from when I was working tech support for a company that owns a lot of large grocery store chains across the US. Now, to be clear, I was internal tech support for this company. The only calls I should be getting are from people

that worked for the company and all the chains that it owns to fix their computers. My phone rings. Hi, this is company named Desktop Support. This is OP. Can I get your employee ID? And then an already angry customer starts screaming at me. Where are the diabetic brownies?

I'm sorry, the what? I'm at this certain store and nobody in here knows where the hell the diabetic brownies are. I'm sorry sir, there must have been some kind of mix up. I'm tech support for the company. Somebody must have given you the wrong number. No, I am not getting any more run-around. Where are the diabetic brownies? Sir, I'm in a call center 600 miles from your store's location. I don't have a layout of the store in front of me, and I don't work for that grocery

store. I work for the parent company. I can help me if you have a computer that needs fixing. Brownies! Okay, well, let me try to help. What's the source address and who gave you the phone number? The God dang pharmacist! Okay, please be patient.

I'm gonna put you on hold for like two minutes. I put him on hold and call customer servers for the store he's at, explain the situation, tell them to look for an angry old man who just walked away from the pharmacist. All right, sir, I call customer service. Someone at your store is gonna come find you and show you the, uh, diabetic brownies. Thank you. Click. I then proceeded to call the pharmacy and chew out the, uh, diabetic brownies. Thank you. Click. I then proceeded to call the pharmacy and chew out the pharmacist for giving out an internal

number to some confused customer. Never found out if you got his brownies. Our next read it posted from zero chances. At the start of the COVID lockdowns for non-essentials, my work actually increased. After a week of 12 to 16 hour night shifts, I come home on my Friday. What y'all day walkers call Thursday. I park at my spot and start to walk up to my house when the wild Karen appears. Important info, my wife is a property manager for a trailer park. Excuse me, I need you to bring your wife outside so I can talk to her now. No,

I don't work for the park and she'll be in the front office once it opens. You have, too, it's an emergency. Really? Is someone dying or in danger of being injured? No, it's about this, guys. Then it isn't an emergency, and like I said, I don't work here and I have nothing to do with the park. Well, as a concern, said isn't you, should.

I'm not concerned. I'll report you to the office if you don't help me. Oh, please don't report me to a place I don't work at. Oh, no. I walk inside and my wife is getting ready for work and I warn her she'll be having a random encounter with a Karen today. Her face said, F. My Life. When my wife was on break, she told me that the Karen was so worried about dogs she heard barking. Not whimpering, barking like they were playing in a tenant's home and was going to call the cops to bust down the door to see if the dogs had the corona. And we're dying because the owner wouldn't answer her if the dogs were sick.

Our next reddit post is from white people love ranch. Sorry if this doesn't belong here, but I think it might fit. During college, I worked for an independent catering company that mainly did weddings. People tend to be either very nice or very mean at weddings to wait staff, and the company I worked for didn't really care about the customer. So I tried to go out of my way to make everyone's experience better. Because my company was independent, it meant that we would travel to whatever venue the wedding was being held at and didn't actually work for that venue.

After dinner at this specific venue, I was busting plate and had a full stack of about 10 plates in my hand was silverware in between them, which created some imbalance and they were heavy. I was walking quickly, trying to get back to the kitchen without being in anyone's way. This woman tried to flag me down as I was coming towards her and I stopped quickly to say, I'll be right back, ma'am, I just need to set these down quickly. As I started to walk away, she grabbed the back of my arm and squeezed it, which made

me drop the plates I was carrying. Luckily, only a couple of the plates broke and she just sat there and scoffed while I picked them up. Once I was done cleaning up, she snapped her fingers at me and did the finger signal move to moving close and she said, Now that you're done being a clutz, where's the gift table for me to put my gift for the bride and groom? I was so taken aback that she would talk to me this way.

I explained to her that I only worked for the catering company and wasn't sure about where the venue would set up at station. She responded by saying, Well, you need to do your job and find out then don't you! In the most condescending tone I've ever heard. Now normally, if the guest was nice, I would have been more than willing to go find the wedding planner and ask, but not this time. At this point, I was done being treated poorly at my job by guests in my bosses,

and it was one of those moments I didn't really care if I got fired or not. So I got on my knees and started bowing to her saying, yes, Master, of course, Master, anything for you, oh great one. She was pissed, and her husband was mortified. I got up, looked around the room, and from where she was sitting, I could see a table with gifts on it. I pointed and said, I think it's over there, you can see it from where you're sitting, and I hope that no one ever talks to you or your kids like you talk to me. At this point, she was speechless and seemed embarrassed. Her husband, mouth, I'm sorry to me, and they left shortly after. I didn't get fired, but I chose to quit a couple of weddings later after some more unfortunate events.

Our next credit post is from Glowice. So this happened about four years ago. I worked in data support as fun as it sounds for a company that was situated in the business district of my city. In that job, it was extremely important to leave the building on your lunch. Not doing so meant others assumed you were having a working lunch. On lunch, I would go into the shopping areas of the city and just look around, grab something to eat, and ensure I was back at work at exactly the time I needed to be, and no earlier. This day, I decided to go into Primark, which is a clothing store in the UK.

I was casually browsing the shirts and completely in a world of my own. I must have been looking around the same area for a few minutes when I felt a presence to the right of me. Now, this isn't unusual. It's a busy store, middle of lunchtime, and a fairly tight space between the clothes rails. I got fed up of looking at the shirts and turned to walk away only to hear, oh, effing Christ!

I turned to see the man that was standing close to me with a look of sheer terror in his eyes, staring at me for a moment in disbelief. This confused me a lot. I was about to ask if everything was okay, and this guy's terror turns to a relieved laugh, covering his face and turning quite right at the scene he just made in a busy store he said, I thought you were a mannequin! Our next Reddit post is from Francis. I used to work for a small family-owned restaurant.

They were honestly awful. There are adult kids I'll work for them too, and they were spoiled and very bossy. And were, of course, favored over all the non-related staff. I should have listened to the huge red flag at the interview where they said that they go through a lot of staff, other than the kids, because everyone they hire is stupid and

doesn't last long. They treated me terribly, yelling at me for small things, making me do horrible, gross jobs that no one else wants to do, and putting me down constantly. I even had several customers asked for the owner to tell them specifically how good my service was. They would brush it off and tell me the customer was wrong. One time, I called in sick because I was vomiting. I was told, no, you're coming in. Sometimes we feel sick too, but still make the effort.

I was like, uh, no, I will vomit. Pretty sure I can't be working in a food place tonight. They hung up on me. After two months, I'd had enough and I quit. This was almost two years ago. A little while ago, I was just out browsing some shops when I got a phone call from an unknown number. I had deleted the owner's contact info, so I had no idea it was her.

Hello? Hello, OP. Can you work tonight? Um, sorry. Who is this? This is the restaurant owner. I need you to work tonight. We're very busy. 630. Okay. I don't work for you anymore. Yes you do. You need to come in at 630. No, sorry. I resigned ages ago and I'm not available anyway. Bye. I hung up. She tried calling me back three times. Then sent me a text that said, yes you are, 630.

I blocked her number and went about my day. Down in the comments, I love this reply from Andy Cap. You should show up and say, hi, I have a reservation for 630. That was our slash. I don't work here, lady. And if you like my video, then hit that subscribe button because I put on your reddit videos every single day.