Sả là một gia vị được nhân ta dùng phổ biến, đồng thời cũng là một cây thuốc chữa bệnh và trừ côn trùng tốt.
Sả là loại cây thảo sống dai, cao khoảng 1m, mọc thành bụi (tên khoa học là Cymbopogon Citratus (L.) Pers.), thuộc họ lúa (Poaceae). Củ sả là một gia vị được dùng trong chế biến nhiều món ăn, chủ yếu là để kích thích tiêu hoá, khử được mùi tanh của cá, thịt, giúp thức ăn thêm thơm ngon.
Theo Đông y, sả vị the, mùi thơm, tính ấm, có tác dụng làm ra mồ hôi, thông tiểu tiện và tiêu thực. Sả được dùng chủ yếu làm thuốc chữa cảm sốt, đầy bụng, tiêu chảy...
Liều lượng mỗi ngày 8 - 12g lá và củ sả dưới dạng thuốc xông hay thuốc hãm. Phổ biến nhất là nồi nước xông lá sả phối hợp với một số lá khác như lá tre, lá cúc tần, lá bưởi, lá tía tô. cây ngãi cứu.. mỗi thứ một nắm, đem nấu nước xông cho ra mồ hôi để chữa cảm sốt, nhức đầu.
Tác dụng chính của sả là ở tinh dầu. Trong lá sả có tinh dầu, thành phần chủ yếu là geraniola và citronelola. Vì vậy, khi ta vò lá sả thấy có một mùi thơm đặc biệt phảng phất mùi thơm của chanh.
Tinh dầu sả bôi lên da hoặc phun trong nhà có thể xua đuổi được ruồi, muỗi và các loài côn trùng khác như dĩn, bọ chét... do đó thường được dùng làm thuốc trừ muỗi và khử mùi hôi.
Phụ nữ cũng thường nấu nước lá sả để gội đầu cho trơn tóc, sạch gầu và có thể tránh được một số bệnh về tóc.
Ngoài ra, củ sả và tinh dầu sả còn dùng để chữa một số bệnh thông thường như : Lấy 3 - 6 giọt tinh dầu sả pha với xi-rô và nước, cho bệnh nhân uống để chữa đau bụng, đầy bụng, chống nôn và thông trung tiện. hoặc thái cũ sã đem ngâm rượu đễ dành khi đau bụng gió uống 1 li nhỏ
Employees, Fast Food, Food & Drink, Jerk, USA | Working | May 19, 2020
I’m compiling healthy restaurant meals for a personal project. I reach [Mexican Fast Food Chain] and see that their chips and guacamole are relatively healthy. I do not like spicy foods in the slightest, so I call to make sure that their guacamole is not spicy. Note that this all takes place over the phone.
Employee: “Hi. Thank you for calling [Mexican Fast Food Chain]. How can I help you?”
Me: “Hi. I have a quick question about your guacamole. Is it spicy at all?”
Employee: “I’m not sure, but I don’t think so.”
Me: “Will you please check for me? I’m extremely sensitive to spiciness.”
Employee: “Sure thing.”
Then, she speaks faintly, as if she is away from the phone.
Employee: “Is the guacamole spicy?”
Employee #2 : *Faintly* “That’s the dumbest question ever! No!”
Employee: *Faintly* “Okay.” *Normally* “No, it is not.”
Me: “Okay, thanks for finding out for me.”
Employee: “No problem. Have a nice day.”
Me: “You, too.”
I ended the call. I have no clue why the second employee responded in that way! I guess he was just having an off day, or maybe he thought that I couldn’t hear him. Whatever the case, employees should be careful of what they say!
Bosses & Owners, Canada, Crazy Requests, Jerk, Ontario, Ottawa, Restaurant | Working | May 19, 2020
I work as a prep cook and dishwasher at a somewhat popular Ottawa-based restaurant and pub chain. We are very understaffed and are very often left alone with no manager in the kitchen. Because of this, we regularly don’t have enough time or manpower to finish all the prep for the day by the time our shift is over, which means that people almost always have to stay hours past their end time.
On a side note, we order these large boxes of bacon stripes, and we have to lay it out on large sheets of parchment paper and roll it up so we can easily place it on baking trays when needed. It’s a huge pain in the a** to do because one box takes at least half an hour, and we can get orders of up to five boxes twice a week. If I’m not there, the bacon doesn’t get rolled because no one else wants to do it.
This encounter happens with the head chef before Father’s Day:
Head Chef: “[My Name], before you leave tonight, you need to roll all the bacon in the fridge. No exceptions. If it’s not done, I’m going to be livid.”
Me: “But there are at least eight boxes in there, and my shift is over in an hour and a half. I’ve already been here for ten hours. Plus, the last bus is leaving in two hours, so I definitely wouldn’t make it. Do we really need all the bacon? It takes two days to go through a box.”
Head Chef: “Well, you’ve had all day to roll the bacon; it’s not my fault you didn’t get to it before. You’re not leaving until it’s all done.”
I’ve spent the entire day doing other prep items that he assigned to me, and he did maybe two items and took MANY smoke breaks throughout the day. He also has a car, so he is much more capable of staying late than I am.
Me: “Okay, so what happens when it’s three in the morning and I’m still here with no bus to take home?”
Head Chef: “Take a taxi. Maybe we can see about paying a percentage of the fare or take it out of your tips.”
Me: “I can’t afford to do that. I make barely $1,400 a month, my rent is $1,000, and I have to pay $115 for a monthly bus pass. I don’t have enough money to spare to spend even a little on a taxi. Is it really fair to make me stay so long after my shift?”
Head Chef: “Your end time isn’t really your end time; if there is stuff to do, you have to stay and finish it or you’ll get written up.”
He proceeded to leave two hours before his “end time” while there were still several items left to be prepped. This is a very common occurrence.
I was kept back another four hours to finish everything. After my fourteen-hour shift, I had to walk almost an hour and a half to the next bus stop with a route that ran that late. By the time I got home, I only had five hours before I had to go in for my next shift.
Employees, Jerk, Norway, Taxi | Working | May 18, 2020
We are tourists who have booked a reindeer-feeding experience directly through our hotel. The shuttle bus forgets to pick us up; when it arrives at the location and the reindeer park staff realise we are missing, they immediately send for a taxi, which is relayed to us by our hotel reception.
I should note that the name and address of our destination was listed absolutely nowhere on our hotel’s website when we booked the tour. We don’t know where we are going and don’t know the contact details of the location; it has all been handled via our hotel. Once we’re already in the car and moving, the taxi driver asks me:
Taxi Driver: “Where are you going?”
Me: “Uh, we don’t actually know; you were arranged for us by the park we are going to.”
Taxi Driver: “Yes, but where is it?”
Me: “I’m so sorry, we really don’t know. We were supposed to be picked up by a bus and they forgot us; we don’t know the location.”
The driver scoffs and starts laughing.
Taxi Driver: “What? You don’t know where you’re going?? Why did you call a taxi?”
Me: “I’m sorry. As I just said, we didn’t call you ourselves; it was arranged for us. Didn’t they tell you the address?”
The driver is still laughing condescendingly.
Taxi Driver: “I can’t believe you don’t know where you’re going.”
He then proceeds to pull over and call the tour company. They try to give him the address and he hangs up before confirming that he’s spelt it right. Then, he starts typing it into his map and driving at the same time. It is worth noting that he is speaking to them in English, which seemingly is not his first language nor that of the person he’s talking to, and the trouble they are having communicating is evident.
I am only a tourist and not familiar with the local area, but I know for sure the address he has just typed in is a major city that is over a seven-hour drive away. I feel panic rising in my belly because I have severe social anxiety and his attitude so far is stressing me out. The driver realises the address can’t be right, pulls his phone out again, and calls them back.
Taxi Driver: “You expect me to drive these people to [Faraway City]?” *Pause* “Well, the address you gave me says it is there.” *Pause* “So, it is not there?” *Pause* “Okay, I will just guess, then, because your address is wrong.”
He hangs up on them again and makes no further attempt to fix the address in his maps. I am unable to speak at this point out of panic that he is not only driving us to an incorrect location but will expect me to pay him myself when he can’t find it. The driver speaks to me once more, quite scornfully now.
Taxi Driver: “Unbelievable that you call a taxi and don’t know where you are going.”
He continued driving and, gods be good, guessed correctly and delivered us safely to our destination. It turned out to only be about twenty minutes away from our hotel. The staff were ready and waiting to pay for the taxi and greet us.
Bosses & Owners, Clothing Store, Non-Dialogue, Rest In Peace, UK, Wild & Unruly | Working | May 18, 2020
At my work, we have what is called ‘80s Friday, which is when a local dementia charity arranges a gettogether on the last Friday of every month for their more elderly participants. They meet up in the supermarket next to us and do a big shop together for everyone.
This invariably leads to some of the group coming to our store, as well, which sells clothes. Due to the nature of dementia, these days can be a bit demanding, so naturally, those who are more sympathetic to the condition — such as me, with several members of my family currently suffering from Alzheimer’s — tend to work these days
A manager has recently died and his funeral is on the next ‘80s Friday. Because the rest of management wants to go to the funeral, human resources decides to bring in what we call a “jump starter,” which is essentially a manager from a smaller store who wants to get ahead of the process and trial working in a larger store like ours. The manager is made fully aware of the demand and she agrees to do it.
The day comes and I am working the closing shift. I step into the staff-only area to get ready and find the new manager crying and babbling about it being too difficult. As a supervisor, and feeling rather sympathetic to how difficult these days can be, I offer to cover the rest of her shift. It’s unconventional, but I have done it before. She leaves in good spirits and the rest of the day is largely uneventful.
When I come in for my next shift, I discover a complaint has been made by the charity lambasting the new manager for her treatment of one customer. It’s quite serious and is escalated to HR. The other staff fill me in that when a dementia sufferer accidentally spilled some orange juice, the manager threw a literal children’s tantrum — kicking and screaming on the floor — before physically pushing the customer out of the store.
We all think she is going to be fired but are shocked to find that HR actually takes her side and pretty much commends her for her actions, blaming the incident solely on the customer, saying she should have known drinks weren’t allowed in store, and outright banning her. They also appoint the manager as the new replacement for the one that died.
Half of us, including two managers, hand in our resignations in protest, and after the charity finds out, they decide to move their monthly event elsewhere, which reflects badly on us from the perspective of our supermarket neighbour. Rumours also spread and our reputation plummets, resulting in severely dropped performance over the next month.
It’s eventually agreed that the new manager might need a bit more time working where she originally was, and she agrees to leave us; we agree, as well, to withdraw our resignations if she leaves. We also get permission to work more closely with the charity after HR sends them a formal apology and compensation.
Everything is now more or less back to normal, except we have just recently learned that the new manager had actually only been working in retail for about a month before coming here. She was also admin staff who had never worked with customers, and her store was one of the smallest clearance stores in our cluster, employing about thirty people; we employ over two hundred. We have no idea why she thought she could suddenly step into a management role, or why HR believed in her. We all suspect something is amiss, or there is bias somewhere, as manhandling a customer has never been tolerated prior to her.
Car, Employees, Iowa, Jerk, Key Shop, USA | Working | May 18, 2020
My friend and I are with her mother running errands and we accidentally lock the keys in the car. We call the locksmith and he uses a coat-hanger-like tool to try to open the lock through the driver’s window slot, but he is having trouble.
Locksmith: “This model is a huge pain sometimes. That’s one of the reasons they use them for cop cars. Sorry this is taking so long!”
He keeps working a few more minutes without success.
Locksmith: “Ugh, I still can’t get this one open. I could’ve unlocked every single other car on this block by now!”
Thankfully, he didn’t prove it to us, but we were all a little taken aback nonetheless. He did eventually get the car unlocked, though!
Call Center, Employees, Extra Stupid, New Zealand, Non-Dialogue, Tech Support | Working | May 18, 2020
I work in a sales business with offices all over the country. I am the hardware technician at the head office, but I often deal with basic IT requests.
I get a call one morning from an “Anonymous” number.
Flag 1: We have an internal and external helpdesk number. If a call comes in from external, it shows the caller ID. Our staff don’t block their numbers as they do a lot of calling and their clients like to know it’s them calling.
The anonymous caller says they are trying to log in to email, and they can’t seem to get in. They want to know if we can reset the email password for them.
Flag 2: Our emails are linked into our database, and the laptops we issue out have emails already set up for them. If they can login to the laptop they can login to the emails.
Flag 2a: If it was a mobile device, we have a process for that, as well, and they need to send through a mobile request form, which their manager handles.
I have a look in our database for the username they have given, and I can’t find it. I then look in our email server for the email address, just in case there was a special case where they had an email but not a local account.
Nothing.
Flag 3: Why are you requesting a password reset for someone who we don’t seem to have?
I let them know that they will need to get their manager to send through a request, and they say,
“Okay, sure. I’ll get onto that and get back to you. See ya!” and hang up.
I think that is odd, and I tell my manager about it and he laughs it off and agrees that it was odd, but there’s nothing really we can do.
We think it is the end of it, but then, sure enough, a few moments later, I get a call back. The same anonymous caller says, “Hey, it’s [Caller] again. Turns out I don’t have an email set up. Could you make one for me?”
Our user accounts are more than just emails; we have the local account for logging into computers, permissions based on what location they are, even alternative emails for the locations.
We have a process which the manager needs to go through in order for a user to be added, and we have a ten-day wait time to get everything approved from their end, as well as mine: hiring team, accountants, my manager, etc.
I let him know that if he is a new starter, then his manager should have sent through a request for a new user. He says he will get onto it again and hangs up.
Sure enough, a few moments later, a request comes through from one of the “assistant managers” for an email account setup for this guy.
Once again, we have policies and procedures which need following for new user accounts, paperwork, and such.
The email I got literally just says, “Hiya, just needing a new email for [Caller], cheers.”
I forward it on to my manager again and leave him to deal with it.
I have no idea if something had gone wrong, or if it was just a manager who had no idea how to do things. But at this point, I didn’t want to deal with it.
Employees, Grocery Store, Ignoring & Inattentive, Jerk, Nebraska, Omaha, USA | Working | May 18, 2020
I am a customer service manager in a grocery store with an in-store pharmacy. I am working at the customer service center when the courier who delivers our prescription drugs drops the totes on my counter.
Courier: “Here you go.”
I point toward the pharmacy.
Me: “The pharmacy is just around the corner.”
Courier: “You need to take these.”
Me: “No, I don’t. You need to take them to the pharmacy.”
Courier: “YOU NEED TO TAKE THESE!”
Me: “No, I do not. It would be against the law for me to take them.”
Courier: “YOU NEED TO TAKE THESE NOW!”
Me: “I am not authorized to handle narcotics. You need to take them to the pharmacy. It’s just a few more feet that way.”
Again, I point towards the pharmacy.
Courier: “TAKE THEM!”
Me: “NO! Go around the corner!”
Finally, he picked up the totes and headed to the pharmacy. A few minutes later, he walked by my counter and gave me the stink eye. I went over to the pharmacy and told the pharmacist what had happened. Her eyes got very wide, and then she got on the phone immediately to the courier.
The next day, I was on my way in to work when I saw the same courier. I got the stink eye again.
Cafe, Employees, Instant Karma, UK, Wild & Unruly | Working | May 17, 2020
A waitress has come over with our drinks.
Me: “Sorry, but could I have my Coke without a lemon, please?”
Waitress: “Oh, my. I wonder how that got in there!”
She disappears and returns a minute later. This time it isn’t just a lemon slice in the glass; it is an entire half of a lemon. I’m about to ask, but she scurries away.
Me: *Shouting* “Excuse me, but I said I didn’t want lemon.”
Waitress: “EVERYONE HAS LEMON! IT’S BETTER!”
She threw her tray at me and ran into the kitchen. Thankfully, the tray missed, but the owner wasn’t too impressed with her behaviour and fired her on the spot.
Bosses & Owners, Jerk, Restaurant, USA | Working | May 16, 2020
I just started a new job as a dishwasher. The kitchen manager is always hounding and harassing me about how I do my job. I’m cleaning plates carefully.
He grabs a plate roughly and tosses it into the machine with a crack.
Me: “…”
I imitate him.
Kitchen Manager: “Good!”
Coworker: “Did he seriously say that?”
Later, he comes by again.
Kitchen Manager: “A customer complained about a speck and the plate being chipped! Be more careful!”
Me: “…”
Later, he comes up again.
Kitchen Manager: “Squeeze these lemons using this squeezer. Take your time.”
I take my time. The squeezer is very old and likes to bite fingers if you’re not careful.
Kitchen Manager: *Returns* “Hurry up! You’re not supposed to take hours on it!”
He grabs the squeezer and roughly presses the lemons so all the juice and seeds fly everywhere.
Kitchen Manager: “Like that! Hurry up!”
Me: “…”
Sure enough, he came by later to scold me that I was making a mess and the seeds were getting into the juice. I quit that day. I pity the fool who gets my place with that monster!
Nothing Like A Story About Blatant Bigotry To Brighten Your Day
Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Bosses & Owners, Office, Park, USA | Working | May 15, 2020
I used to work as an interviewer in an office for a well-known park. One day, a nice man on crutches with cerebral palsy came in and asked about a job. I felt sorry for him and decided to offer him the telemarketing job, which was to just sit and take calls all day.
However, my boss took one look at him, chased him out, and then literally yelled at me for even considering hiring him for a park even though there were office jobs. Later, I was fired.
I’m glad that I never went back, even though I cried bitter tears. Discrimination is real and alive. I always knew this, but that day, I saw it.
Sometimes People Forget Things — Like How To Be Nice
Chile, Employees, Jerk, Pharmacy, Santiago | Working | May 15, 2020
I’m at the pharmacy of an organization that sells medications for specific conditions at a slightly lower price than regular pharmacies. Most of the employees are friendly, or at least polite, but this day is a little different.
Employee: “How can I help you?”
Me: “I need to buy some medications. My ID number is [number].”
Employee: “[My Name]?”
Me: “Yep!”
Employee: “Okay, so, you need [Medication #1 ], right? That’s the only one on here.”
Me: *Thinking* “Oh, no… I forgot again!”
Employee: “Because the prescription for [Medication #2 ] is expired—”
I’m about to say, “Oops, I forgot.”
Employee: “—so did you remember or did you not even do anything about it?”
He does not say this in a friendly tone. He isn’t joking or anything. It seems pretty harsh.
Me: “Umm… Okay, I’ll come back later.”
I left and texted my doctor to get another script. She wrote it up quickly and I was able to get the medication the same day, luckily from a different employee. It wasn’t like he yelled at me or anything; I was just really surprised at how judgemental he seemed, especially considering the issues that my medications are usually used to treat. Sigh.
Bad Behavior, Canada, Employees, Neighborhood, Ontario | Working | May 15, 2020
I wake up one morning to hear shouting outside and a loud bang against my house. I go outside and find my next-door neighbor on her front lawn shaking her head.
I discover that the Internet cable that runs to my house has been mostly ripped from the building and from the overhead pole and is hanging across the street, stopping traffic.
My neighbor fills me in: apparently, a garbage truck collecting from the apartment building across the street from me did not do a very good turn into the apartment’s parking lot. The wire had gone over the back of the truck and hung behind it, effectively blocking him in.
My neighbor had gone over and let him know that the cable was behind him and that he would have to pull all the way into the parking lot and then turn around; otherwise, he would hit the cable.
The garbage truck driver then thanked my neighbor, waited until she was far enough away, and then reversed at full speed, ripping down the cable. Then, he gave my neighbor a friendly wave and drove off.
My ISP managed to restring the cable fairly quickly but let’s just say that there were a fair few complaints made to the city that morning. As far as I know, that garbage truck driver hasn’t been back.
Current Events, England, Extra Stupid, Manchester, Supermarket, Tourists/Travel, UK | Working | May 15, 2020
I was in a major supermarket two days after the government announced travel restrictions due to the recent outbreak of illness and advised that no one should travel to any other country.
A message came over the PA system saying, “Going on holiday? Get your foreign currency from [Supermarket] travel money.”
Employees, Jerk, Mall, Retail, USA | Working | May 15, 2020
My best friend’s birthday is coming up and I am looking for a birthday present. I go to one pretty popular makeup shop that has various brands and sells them at an acceptable price. As I am browsing through the products and swatching eyeshadow from the tester, I am approached by one of the people who works there.
Employee: “What are you doing?”
Me: “Oh, just looking. I don’t know what I want to buy yet, if anything.”
Employee: “Well, stop looking. You’ve been here for five minutes! Either buy something or get out! This is not a museum!”
Coworkers, Jerk, Office, Phone, USA | Working | May 14, 2020
At work, we’re having a huge meeting that includes both people in a large meeting room and people calling in from other locations. As usually happens with this sort of thing, the speakerphone unit in the meeting room picks up different speakers with varying levels of volume and clarity.
At one point, the current speaker is rather far from the phone, and somebody decides they need to discuss a previous point with a whispered side-conversation directly over the speakerphone!
I break in to say, “Sorry to interrupt, but when you’re having a side-conversation near the phone, we can’t hear anything the speaker is saying.”
A few of the people on the call-in lines agree with my comment, and the whisperers apologize — and then proceed to have their whispered conversation anyway, solving the problem by putting the speakerphone on mute while they’re whispering!
Employees, Jerk, Phone Scam, USA, Washington DC | Working | May 14, 2020
A number from Washington DC keeps calling my cell phone. I don’t answer numbers I don’t know, so I let it go to voicemail and listen later. It’s a robocall about student loan debt relief. I roll my eyes, delete the message, and block the number.
An hour later, a similar number calls. This time, I answer.
Me: “Hello?”
Silence…
Me: *A little louder* “Hello?”
Silence…
Me: “HELLO?”
Woman: *Recorded* “Hello, because of the recent government shutdown, we are offering complete student loan debt relief. If you know your student loan identification number, press 1. If you don’t know your student loan identification number, press 2. Or press 0 to speak to a supervisor.”
I don’t have student loans, so I press 0.
Woman: “Please hold while we transfer you. Your wait time is approximately one minute.”
I think about hanging up but I know they’ll only call back again. Five minutes later…
Man: “Hello, can I have your student loan identification number?”
Me: “Uh, actually, I pressed 0 for the supervisor. I don’t have—”
Man: “No, you must have pressed 1.”
Me: “I didn’t, though. I pressed 0. I need to speak with a supervisor.”
Man: “What is your student loan identification number?”
Me: “I don’t have one.”
Man: “I can look it up by your social security number.”
Me: *Laughs* “Uh, no, that’s definitely not happening.”
Man: *Annoyed* “Then why are you calling?”
Me: “First, you guys robodialed me — which I’m pretty sure is illegal, by the way — and now you’re upset because I’m telling you I don’t qualify for whatever you’re peddling.”
Man: “We provide student debt relief!”
Me: “I have no student loans.”
Man: “Then why are you calling?”
Me: “Your company called me. I am trying to get my number off your list.”
Man: “I don’t have the authority to do that.”
Me: “Can you connect me to someone who can?”
Man: *Sweetly* “Of course.”
He hung up. I reported the number to the Do Not Call registry, but I doubt much will come from it. It seems all I can do is keep blocking the numbers and reporting them as they call.
Canada, Employees, Fast Food, Food & Drink, Language & Words | Working | May 14, 2020
I live in a French part of Canada, but I studied the language with a teacher from France, so my foreign accent does not always make sense for them. I’m hungry, and I go to this fast food chain to order a sandwich. All this conversation goes on in French.
Me: “Hi, I’d like a grilled cheese with turkey.”
Cashier: “A grilled cheese with what?”
She doesn’t understand the French word for turkey, “Dinde,” which I pronounce “Dand,” and I later learn that she expects “Deind.”
Me: “Turkey.”
Cashier: “Sorry, sir, a grilled sandwich with what?”
Me: “Turkey.”
Cashier: “I don’t understand.”
Me: “You have grilled cheese with two options, correct? One is with bacon, and the other one is…?”
Cashier: “…?”
Me: “Okay, it’s a big bird like this, and we eat it during Christmas.”
The cashier pauses, imagining who would eat a big bird during Christmas.
Cashier: “I’ll call my supervisor; hang on.”
Superior: “What do you want, sir?”
Me: “I want a grilled cheese with turkey.”
The superior thinks for an uncomfortably long time.
Belgium, Courier, Current Events, Delivery, Extra Stupid, Retail | Working | May 14, 2020
I order a package online, and after a couple of days, I get an email from the courier saying, “Your package has been delivered.” Since I have been working from home all day, I know no package has been delivered, so I contact the courier.
Me: “Yes, I would like some information about package [package number]; the website says it was delivered.”
Courier: “Let me just check… Oh, it looks like we returned the package to the sender.”
Me: “Then why does your tracking system say it has been delivered to my address?”
Courier: “That must be a mistake; according to our system we returned it.”
Me: “But why did you return it? There was nothing wrong with it.”
Courier: “Oh, because of the recent outbreak, our depot was too busy so we just returned it.”
Me: “Okay, then could you please let me know what I need to do to get my package?”
Courier: “Oh, just call the sender and have them resend it.”
Me: “…”
Courier: “…”
Me: “So, just to be clear, you returned a package to the sender because you got too busy, and your solution to solve that problem is to contact the sender and have them resend the package, because that will magically make your company less busy?”
Courier: “Yes! I am glad I was able to help you.”
Me: “I don’t think we were in the same conversation, but okay. I’ll take this up with the sender.”
Job Interview, Job Seekers, San Antonio, School, Texas, USA | Working | May 14, 2020
I move to Texas in 2009. Everyone says I will get a teaching position easily, since I teach math. However, jobs are not forthcoming.
I finally get an interview with a school after applying on their district’s website. The interview is on a Thursday, so I am not expecting any news until the following week. Also, schools rarely call back candidates who they do not hire.
On Tuesday morning the next week, I get a call at home. My phone identifies it as the school, so I’m excited to answer.
Me: “Hello?”
Secretary: “Hello, Mr. [My Name]. This is [High School] in [District]. We’d like to schedule you for an interview. Would you be available tomorrow morning?”
I’m thinking it is a second interview to meet more staff.
Me: “Oh, that’d be great. Is there anything extra you’d like me to bring to this second interview?”
Secretary: *Pause* “Second interview?”
Me: “I interviewed with your principal last Thursday.”
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