r/idontworkherelady | Contractor Loses Job because I’m the CEO’s Daughter…


Foundation executive calls over the weekend
and then gets mad at me XL
So for a bit of a background: After my initial job training I worked as an inhouse IT support
for a large political foundation based in Germany with offices all around the world.
My job was supporting our colleagues around the world, as we were at that point centralising
the IT infrastructure and thus the support, to save money on local IT people. Seeing as timezones are a thing and at that
point in time I was the only one working in that particular position, I of course could
not be in the office all the time my global colleagues were working. Because of that,
I voluntarily forwarded our office phone to my (private) mobile, whenever I new the local
IT person would be in the respective office, just in case there were questions. It didn’t
happen all that often, so I had no problem with it. The internal number for the support in our
main German office and the one for the global offices differ by only one digit, that is
probably why I was called that day. That said, I technically did work at the foundation
when the call came in, I was just not the correct IT guy to talk to for the issue. After way too much background, on to the story: Our US office had an onsite appointment with
their IT guy on a friday afternoon. Due to 5 hours time difference, I would be out of
office by that time, so I tell my colleagues overseas that I’ll forward my phone in case
I was needed. I wasn’t, but seeing that it was the weekend, I had no chance of cancelling
the call forwarding. That sunday, my phone rings and I recognize
the number as our support phone. Thinking maybe something else came up and people were
for some reason over in the US office, I answer the phone. Me: [Foundation name], this is OP speaking. Exec: Hi OP, I am having trouble receiving
emails on my phone. Could you check if there is something wrong with the system? Me: I’m sorry, you must have gotten the wrong
number, this is not our inhouse IT support. And even then, none of them would be in the
office to check the system on a sunday at noon. Exec: What do you mean? I called the number
for IT support and you answered the phone! Me: You have gotten the wrong number, the
correct one is [correct number, one digit off]. Exec (getting annoyed): And what are you doing
for our foundation then? Me (confused): I’m working IT support for
our offices abroad. Exec (now slightly angry): And why did you
answer the phone, then? Me: Well, I had it forwarded to my mobile
because of a possible phone call on Friday from the US office. And since you called the
number for our global support, I thought they might have an issue. Exec: So you’re not going to help me or what? Me: Even if I worked for the local support,
I don’t have any access to our system right now. I’m at home about to have lunch, not
in the office. Exec (practically huffing through the phone):
Well, why didn’t you just say so? *hangs up* Even now, years later, I still don’t know
why she thought that a) she would reach anyone for support in our office on a sunday and
b) being told she had the wrong number didn’t account for me not being able to help for. Contractor lost a deal because he doesn’t
believe that IDWH XXXL
I apologize for the formatting, I’m on mobile. I’ve re-edited it to make it less difficult
to read. This happened a long time ago and my dad likes
to bring it up as a teaching tool on why you should always be polite no matter how the
other person is dressed. Anyways, my dad, also CEO of construction
company (D)or Dad idiot contractor (IC) I think I’ll christened
him Chad receptionist (R), Kim regular office worker (W), or Walt and me=maligned spawn. Setting, my dad’s company’s reception
area. Little background, I had an internship that was near my dad’s office but growing
up, I never stop by my dad’s office, ever, so his colleagues knows that he has kids but
doesn’t know how I look like. So here goes. My internship ended way earlier than expected
and I called my dad and see if he would like to grab lunch with me before I head home.
He said yes, but let me know that he’s in a meeting and might take a while. I was fine,
said I’ll wait in the lobby till he’s done. Cue me stepping into the reception area
and telling the receptionist that I’m here waiting on someone. Receptionist: ok, do you want me to call whoever
you’re waiting on so they know you’re here? Me : no thank you, he already knows
I’m waiting. So I settle down on one of the nice couches
and pull out a folder from my internship and read. I then spy the nice coffeemaker and
decided to make myself some coffee. Then in comes Chad, basically storming into the place
like he owns it. Chad: Kim, hey I’m here, call Walt and let
him know. I need to go over some stuff with him before presentation. ( R was polite and
got on the phone quickly to call Walt I presume) and you! Make me a coffee. I take it black. Since I was a idiot and again IDWH I didn’t
realize he was speaking to me. Chad: YOU, MISS. ( I look up) YES YOU. Make
me a cup of coffee, black! Me : uh, no thank you. I’m just waiting
on someone. ( I have no idea why he thinks I work there as I’m dressed waaay too casually
to be working there at all, all the ladies wear business suits and I’m there in jeans
and a casual top) Chad : What do you mean ‘no’? Do you know
who I am? I have a contract with this company! I will tell your boss you were rude and you
won’t have a job at all. The poor receptionist looked horrified and
tried to defuse the situation. Kim: Chad I just called Walt and he’s on
his way down. Why don’t you take a seat? Chad : I don’t believe this! Is she (gesture
at me) here for an interview? She’s not going to get the job now. That’s the problem
with people just starting out, no respect. Rant rant rant and some slurs here and there. I just ignored him and sat back down sipping
my coffee. Just then Walt shows up, hearing the tirade. Walt : what’s going on? Chad : this girl, ( gestures to me sipping
coffee again) is rude and disrespectful. I told her to make me a coffee and she refuses. Kin: Walt, she said—— Walt: ( waves Kim off) I’ll take care of
this, don’t worry about it. Now miss, ( looks at me while I stare at him with my eyebrows
raised slightly, i prolly looked like a bench cause I was getting annoyed as heck) Chad
here is a very important person at this company. Are you here for an interview? Go get him
the coffee and I’ll talk to HR about this ok? Me : I don’t work here nor do I want to.
I’m waiting for someone. Walt: ( at Kim) who’s she’s waiting for? Chad : (before Kim could answer) probably
her boyfriend. Laughs. Probably one of the new guys. Poor dude. Laughs harder. Walt : now miss, you’re making things difficult
for your ‘friend’ ( he said it in a condescending tone) when you’re rude to his bosses at
work. Your boyfriend could be fired for this. At this point, my eyebrows just rose higher
and higher. Thankfully my dad walk into the lobby with a colleague of his that I’ve
known since I was a kid, Uncle M. Kim: Boss (loudly) going to lunch now? Dad: yes, ( sees me getting berated by 2 guys)
what happened? Walt: nothing boss, just some new guy’s
gf who’s rude to Chad. I’ll talk to him and get it sorted and Chad and I will have
the presentation ready after lunch. Dad: ??? ( confused face) boyfriend? Me : Daddy, he (referring to Chad) got angry
when I said I’m not making him coffee because I don’t work here. He kept going on and
on and Walt here thinks I’m somebody’s gf and said he’s going to get him fired
because I don’t want to make coffee. ( yeah, I know. I do the whole daddy’s spoilt girl
thing when I’m mad and frankly I’m really ticked at those idiots condescending attitude) Both Chad and Walt’s faces went ghost white
when they realize I’m waiting for their CEO who happens to be my dad. Uncle M to Kim: is that true? I heard some
shouting. Kim nods her head. Uncle M: Me, are you here for lunch with your
dad? (I nod my head) ok why don’t you both go and I’ll take care of this. Walt, Chad,
my office now. My dad and I left and I had to spend the whole
lunch explaining what had happened. My dad didn’t say much but I can tell he’s not
happy. He told me not to worry and he’ll get to the bottom of it. ( his way of saying
he’ll light a fire under both Chad and Walt’s arses) Later that night when my dad got home my mom
got the whole story and told me. While my dad and I was out at lunch, Uncle M got the
whole story from the receptionist and Chad’s contract was promptly cancelled due to unprofessional
behavior and Walt was basically in the dog house with his immediate supervisor who reports
to my dad and Uncle M. From what I understand, he quit the company about 6 months later and
had to go into a different field. “No, ma’am, I can’t help you.”
L I’ve got a quick one. Nothing too dramatic.
It happened to me just yesterday on October 30th. I ordered over one hundred $2.00 flashlights,
with my company’s logo on the side, to give to several apartment building managers. These
managers would each be giving them out to their residents’ kids for Trick or Treating.
Well, I had one more community that needed about 50, and I only had 30 left. I ran into
the Five Below to buy the difference. (Five Below is a store in the United States where
you can buy junk for five dollars or less, flashlights, phone chargers, balloons, t shirts…). I approach a lady wearing jeans and a light
blue t-shirt that has a giant Five Below logo on it. It is imprinted from shoulder to shoulder,
armpits to belly button, it’s the whole front of the shirt, and the print is shiny.
It says “Five Below, We do it for the scares!” or something equally Halloween themed. She shows me the flashlights, I go over to
them, and I kneel down to start gathering up twenty of the most similar in design to
the kind I already ordered. Some lady approaches me, while standing over
me asks “do you work here?” I think about what I have on, black chinos,
a light grey button up, and a yellow, V-neck sweater. I reply “no.” I’m short because I’m
trying to hurry. She says “well, do you know anything about
flashlights?” Not terribly rude, but with a weird tone that had me worried that weird
people in stores can react badly to interactions like this, and I just wanted to get out of
there. I reply “no, ma’am, I can’t help you.”
And I stand up with my flashlights and b-line for the register where I am greeted by a friendly
cashier, also in jeans and a light blue t shirt with the biggest Five Below logo imaginable.
I look around and notice everybody working there is in the exact same outfit, available,
and that the lady is still by herself by the flashlights, now on a phone call. Nothing too shocking, I know, but it just
happened and I wanted to share. I’m mistaken for the school custodian by substitute
teacher while trying to drop off paperwork. XL
So, before we get into the story, I will admit that I do work for the school district, but
as a para educator, not a custodian. A few weeks ago, I had taken a day off work
to go to different appointments. My first appointment was early in the morning, and
since I had some time around lunch, I went to work for a few minutes to drop off my time
sheets to my supervisor. On my way, I walked by the cafeteria to see a substitute shouting
at a pair of boys who had started rough housing and ended up spilling their packed lunch trays
all over the hallway. I figure I’d just let them get the scolding.
They were troublemakers anyway, and could probably use it. Until the substitute turned
around and saw me. And immediately started yelling at me. “Well?! Aren’t you going to clean this up?!” Me, confused as all heck, just shrugged. It
wasn’t my job, I didn’t have a radio to call the actual custodian, and if I didn’t have
much time until I accidentally made myself late. That, obviously, was not the right answer,
as she starts demanding why I’m not cleaning it up. And, seriously, what was she expecting?
For me to just get down on my knees and clean the pile of spaghetti, pizza, peaches, green
beans, and milk with my hands? So I do the only thing I can think of, and tell her that’s
not my job. THAT was even worse, as she starts screaming.
“Don’t you work here?!” “Yeah, but-” “Then do your job!” It was then that I realized that, as a substitute,
she’s never actually seen the custodian. And she was assuming that since I had a lot of
keys that I had to be the custodian. Which, no, I am not. So, the substitute keeps shouting at me like
she had the students, not letting me talk, until the main secretary walks by. And she
just flips. Her. Crap. She storms up, starts demanding to know whats
going on. When the substitute tries to answer, the secretary shuts her down, and asked me
why I was here when I had the day off. I told her that I had come by to drop off my time
sheets, before my second appointment, and how the substitute had started yelling at
me without letting me talk. And boy, was the secretary not happy. She got her radio, called
the actual custodian, and sent me off to deliver my timesheets. I found out this morning that the secretary
had reprimanded the substitute, for her treatment of students and fellow staff. And when the
teachers found out, they ended up blacklisting her from subbing in their classrooms. I feel
kinda bad, but also not? Since I had only met her that once, and she had been awful.

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