Random People Are Sharing Their Stories Of Being Mistaken For Employees (17 items)

• (#17) "I Might Be A Chef, But I'm Not Catering This Party"

  From Redditor /u/serenitylights1002

  This takes place at my grandmother's 30th birthday party. I know it sounds weird, but all my life, she claimed she was 29. I figure this was actually her 80th birthday and told my boss such since the party took place in a different state. Her birthday was close to Halloween so the guests were encouraged to come in costume. Having recently graduated from culinary school, I wore my old chef's uniform that I used to wear to my classes. Nice cheap costume without having any money.

  The party catered with all kinds of seafood that my grandparents ate on their yearly winter excursions to the Florida keys. When it came time to eat, I happily filled up my plate and sat down at an empty table to eat. My grandpa's cousin (GC) was sitting at a neighboring table, eating with one of the other party guests. She said something about the nerve of staff eating while the party was going on to the person next to her, indicating me.

  Being shy, I got up to find my mom and told her what GC said and ate my food. Later on in the evening, my mom introduced me to GC as her daughter.
• (#14) She Lied About Knowing The Manager

  From Redditor /u/MasterWitcheress

  Where this story takes place is actually the only motel (room access from exterior of building) my parents have managed thus far. It's pretty old and a lot of things have to be manually done or switched on or off.

  So it was a Friday and early evening, I was heading down to the opposite side of the hotel to turn on the exterior lights (the electronic sign, parking lot lights, etc.). This motel didn't have all doors with electronic locks, so the door I had to get through was actual lock and key. So I'm walking down past all the rooms, when a door behind me opens. I keep walking, barely throwing a glance over my shoulder.

  I eventually make it towards the end and am just about to pull out the key, when I hear rapid footsteps. I turn around, stopping another Wild Karen in her tracks...

  Karen begins to berate me for not being behind the desk and getting her food. What the hell? It's a motel. Where does she think she is? La expensive hotel?

  I tell her, in a mocking way (since I honestly gave zero f*cks about what she thought), "Oh sure let me just snap my fingers and conjure food from the nonexistent kitchen, your highness."

  She did not like that. I was sure she would start yelling at me for mocking her, but nope.

  "You're a WITCH?!"

  Once more, I ask- what the hell? This just took a turn that made me long for a big stick to smack her upside the head with, because something was obviously just rolling around up there...I start laughing in her face, mostly from my own thoughts.

  Her face starts to turn this shade of red that makes me laugh even harder, because it makes her look like the tomato from veggie tales in a blonde wig.

  "Why are you laughing?! I'm the Manager's wife and I can fire you!"

  Still laughing, I'm bent over trying to breathe properly with tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard. That makes me start snorting from breathing in and out at the same time.

  I know that's total BS. My parents are the collective 'Manager' here. She has no idea!

  I eventually take a deep breath, clench my nails into my palms and look this Karen straight in the eyes, "You'd fire your own daughter mom?"

  Karen looks so dumbfounded by what I'd said that I have to actually turn my head towards the side completely so she's out of my line of vision, so I don't start my laughing fit again.

  She huffs angrily and walks away. I turn on the lights and think that's the end of it.

  NOPE.

  The morning shift typically has to clean up breakfast, and since I was helping my dad (who at the time was suffering from something unknown in his legs that made it painful to walk), I was the one that was cleaning up breakfast. It's from six to nine and it was about 15 minutes from ten, I was just wiping down the counter now. Nothing was left from breakfast on the counter, expect for coffee for guests.

  I am in the middle of washing dishes when I hear yelling coming from the front. I'm greatly concerned for my dad and rush towards the office, grabbing my phone from the desk in case I had to call 911 (I didn't.)

  Lo and behold, Karen had arrived.

  She was yelling at my dad about how there was no breakfast set out, how he was a sh*tty employee and how she knew the manager. Yeah, well she did. She was talking to him after all. My dad kept trying to explain breakfast hours were over and they were under no obligation to keep it open for her, even pointing to the sign right behind his head that stated the hours too. Karen was not having it.

  She saw me as soon as I walked in.

  "And your employee cursed me last night when I was simply asking for directions!" No, she didn't say 'cursed at me'. I have to do the whole nails-in-palm trick to not start laughing at the memory, because I would no doubt get in trouble for that.

  My dad turns to me and gives me this questioning look, I shake my head and shrug.

  "Ma'am, she's not an-"

  "I WANT HER FIRED RIGHT NOW!"

  Well, as we say in the industry, the customer is unfortunately always right.

  My dad turns to me, his face away from Karen, and gives me a grin before saying, "You heard the lady, you're fired."

  I give him a returning grin, "Okay, dad, I'll go finish the dishes."

  Karen starts sputtering nonsense, but my dad turns to her and says, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

  Karen demands to see the manager.

  Now in the back office, a few steps away from the open door that separates the office from front desk, I watch my dad stroll into the office (in quite a bit of pain, which made me mad), close the door, wait a minute- before he walks back out and says, "I'm the manager here, and I'm asking you to leave the property."

  Karen screams, "Well then I'm not paying!"

  Ok, guess what? You already paid at check in, with cash that requires a 50$ deposit, so therefore, you're not getting it back.

  My dad shrugs and I walk out from behind the desk a moment later to refill the coffee pot, where Karen has moved to get some. That's right, she didn't leave.

  Karen starts yelling at me now. It's endless screaming and yelling, I swear.

  "What the hell are you doing! You're fired!"

  I smirk and tell her two things, "One, I'm the Manager's daughter and not actually an employee. Two, the coffee here is for paying guests, and since you clearly stated you're not paying, you can't have any." (the coffee was out anyways, so she couldn't get any even if she tried).

  Karen, now understanding why I had called her mom the previous night, storms off. I don't see her again for the rest of the weekend.
• (#16) Toilet Paper Is Suddenly Making Everyone Angry

  From Redditor /u/cyber_gypsy15

  At the end of February, I got a job as an Inventory Associate. As luck and timing would have it, the pandemic swooped in and basically made my job useless until stores can get their inventory back. So, in an effort to give employees hours and keep their job secure, my company has been sending groups of us to stores like WalGreens and Rite Aid to help them put their trucks away, since many of the stores lost employees and they are seriously undermanned.

  So, I can understand why people think I work at those stores because I’m putting stock away and going in the back room to put totes away. Sometimes people do ask me where things are (such as toilet paper and thermometers) and are very understanding when I explain my situation. More than one actually apologized for interrupting my work.

  Except for today.

  Cast: Me: a non employee, RD: Rude Dude, GM: Good Manager (the guy I reported to while I was there)

  So I’m stocking some food products and basically keeping to myself. I’ve been to three of these stores in three days and I just wanna get done. Im sitting on the floor as I hear the dreaded call.

  RD: Excuse me (I keep to myself again, silently hoping there was an employee near by). Excuse me!

  Me: Yes?

  RD: You guys got toilet paper?

  Me: Actually I don’t work here. I’m just...

  RD: No one has any. You got some?

  Me: I don’t think any is here.

  RD: Fine where are the masks?

  Me: Probably by the gauzes, I think aisle 16?

  RD: What do you mean “you think”? You should know. Who just sits on the floor?!

  Me: Again, I don’t work here. I’m helping out.

  RD: Just tell me where the damn things are or I’m getting your manager.

  (As a side note: I don’t have a “manager”. We have a “supervisor” but people can’t really tell the difference because they are working with us. The only time we get “called out” by a supervisor is because we did a count wrong... which we aren’t doing at this moment.)

  GM comes walking through, coming to check on us. I think he was coming over by just how loud RD’s voice was getting.

  GM: Hey, ____. How’s it going here?

  RD: This girl won’t tell me where your toilet paper is. She’s trying to keep it to herself.

  I had to stifle a laugh at that.

  GM: (confused) Sir, we are all out at the moment. ____ is here because she’s contracted to help us stock due to the pandemic keeping our employees at home.

  RD: So she does work for you! She should be fired for trying to keep products away from the customers.

  GM: Again, she is contracted through another company. That’s why her uniform is different. Toilet paper products are in (some aisle number I don’t remember). Don’t be too upset if you can’t find any.

  RD huffs and storms off to the empty aisle. I look up to the GM, who has a satisfied smirk on his face.

  GM: I get upset when people around here treat my employees badly. I don’t want you being treated that way just because you’re here helping out.

  I hate doing stocking but at least it’s money. And I’m glad I at least I got to be in a good environment where the store employees helped me out. Apparently a pandemic equals treating people like sh*t.
• (#6) She Called Him To Prove She Lived There

  From Redditor /u/Eudemon

  Background: I'm a small Chinese woman living in a predominately white neighbourhood. Our house have a large front yard, and we like to do the gardening ourselves. I don't speak with an accent, and I usually use a very English name for easy communication. I called for an free estimate from a local duct-cleaning service, and scheduled it on a Saturday.

  My mom and I were in the front yard planting flowers and deweeding, chatting family stuff in our own language while enjoying the nice weather outside. We were in full gardening gear complete with straw hats and rain boots with face masks on. A white truck with a trailer drove up and a mid-aged man jumped out.

  Guy - (waving me down) Hey! Where is the owner of the house?

  Me - (pulling down my mask) Oh, you must be the duct-cleaning service, please come in with me.

  Guy - (annoyed) No, I need to speak with the landlord.

  Me - (chuckles) I am the landlord. Do you need to come in the house for the esti-

  Guy - (cuts me off) No, I need to speak to the person who made the call!

  Me - (pulling out my phone) Ok, hold on. (dialing the company number)

  Guy - (pulling out his phone) See? The landlord is calling me.

  Me - Hi, I'm english name. I'm standing right in front of you. I don't think I will be needing your services today. Goodbye.

  The guy stood there dumbstruck for a moment, then sulkily walk back to his truck and left.

  My mom looked at me confused and ask in Chinese "what was that?". I shrugged and answered "Looks like we need to call another duct-cleaning company".
• (#13) Getting Fired From A Job They Didn't Work At

  From Redditor /u/mfstevenson1

  About a year ago, I worked selling solar panel systems. This job required me to wear khakis and 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 pens and 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 didnt 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 say behind me "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 dont 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 wasnt 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. An employee who can only be described as a Karen is marching towards me, 8 different kinds 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 shes talking about, and I try to let her know I dont work there, but she wont let me get a word in. Eventually she says: "forget it, you're fired!" I waited about 5 seconds, and told her: "I dont 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!
• (#7) He Responded With A Harry Potter Reference And His Daughter Was Embarrassed

  From Redditor /u/BadWolf_Corporation

  My kids have the day off from school, so I took the day off from work and we had a Daddy/Daughters day. I took them out to breakfast, and then a trip to the mall.

  We started off in one of the department stores, and my daughters decided to start looking there for new outfits. Now I love my daughters, but shopping is absolutely not my thing. So while they're looking for clothes I'm standing over by one of the counters waiting and reading on my phone.

  I hear someone make a noise behind me, so I look up and there's a lady standing there with a huge armful of clothes. I figured she was heading to check out so I moved over to the side of the counter. She says "Excuse me", and I figured she's talking to one of the employees. A few seconds later she yells "EXCUSE ME!", and I look up to see what's going on. That's when I realized she was talking to me.

  By this time, people are staring at us, including my daughters. This is the rest of the encounter: Me = Me. CL = Cuckoo Lady.

  Me: "Yeah?"

  CL: "Don't 'yeah me'. Take these, I don't want any of them." She sticks the clothes out towards me.

  Me: "Yeah, I don't work here."

  CL: "I don't care what department you work in, take the d*mn clothes."

  Now on any other day, I would've simply told her to piss off and go find someone who works there. But since I was out with my daughters, I decided to handle it a little differently.

  Me: "Excuse me?"

  CL: She's getting really pissed at this point, and she yells again: "TAKE THE GODD*MN CLOTHES!!" and this time she shoves the clothes into my chest.

  Me: I look down a the clothes for a second, and then look at her with a huge smile on my face: "Master has presented Dobby with clothes... Dobby is freeeee!" and I threw the entire pile of clothes back in her face.

  She was standing there stunned/shocked, people in the store were cracking up laughing, my oldest daughter was trying to hide because she was "soooo embarrassed" (which is nothing new). I walked over to my girls and asked if they found anything they liked. They hadn't, so we left. As we were walking out I could see CL yelling at a couple of actual employees who looked like they were doing their best not to laugh also.

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