Hey guys, welcome back to more Ripe stories.

In this video, an awful new employee, Karen, mocks me for being disabled, unaware that I am actually the dad of the company owner.

Here is what happened.

Let's dive right into the video, and the first one starts like this, So before we get into the meat and potatoes of the story, I just want to give a forward that I don't want anyone trying to go after the person in my story.

Believe me, she got it good.

I'll let you all know if I really need your help with something like that, but I won't.

So this is also my first post on here that I'm making with the help of my son, so I'll try to make sure none of you start falling asleep.

So to introduce myself, I'm a sixty four year old man and a father of two kids, both of them finding great success.

My daughter is about to finish up dental school and my son has already built up a business of his own close to home.

I'm so grateful for how everything turned out for them, and I know that they'd be doing just fine without me.

Now it's a strangely calming feeling for a dad, and I hope some of you can relate.

Now.

Before I say anything, I just want to mention that I was completely happy for the opportunity my son gave me, and that he knew I wanted to spend more time with him.

I had enough safe for a comfortable retirement, but I still had that itch to work in my bones, and not to mention, my wife was getting a bit tired of my home projects to pass the time.

My son, whose athletics store was literally a ten minute drive away, offered me a job as a Greater slash general helper, and I immediately accepted.

The work environment he had created over the years had been so impressive to me.

And no it wasn't some major chain that had made millions yet, but to have a fully furnished store with constant customers that you built from the ground up in your thirties is more than impressive.

I make sure he knows that all the time, and I came to work happy every day.

Now for the bitter parts.

As I've gotten older, I've discovered a few health problems that sometimes affect my body spontaneously, especially my joints.

The main setback is that I have trouble bending down It's probably been a few years since I could comfortably touch my toes, but God knows, I've been trying to stretch every day to make sure it isn't worsen.

Other than that, though, I'm healthy enough to work, and I have to tell my son and my fellow employees that a few times a day.

However, every now and then I do need a walking stick when the pain is getting to me.

And I'm grateful for all the support that all but one of them gave to me.

Who is the exception you're asking?

Well, a few months ago, my son decided to buy the space next to the store, which used to be a bakery or something before it closed down.

With the added space, he needed more hands, and so he got to work looking for someone who could in turn or work part time while everyone adjusted.

It was a big move, but my son had planned out everything and money was not really an issue.

One of the candidates was Karen not her name, but I've been told to call her that, a twenty something woman who had recently left her retail job to move across the state.

She brought in a few past employee reviews that made her seem like a good fit, and after a sucker sccessful interview with my son.

She was brought onto the team.

I did not know about her until she showed up for work.

At first, I wasn't sure what to make of her.

She always had a gum in her mouth and would smack constantly, which is one of my pet thieves.

She also constantly checked her phone for who knows what, acting like the world had to wait for her anytime she got a text from someone.

That part I learned from one of the stockers during a break.

I never asked my son if he had told any of the others that was his dad, but I didn't really need to.

They all treated me with respect, and that was all I needed to return the favor.

It didn't matter if I was the owner's dad, since they all know By now, I haven't seen much of a difference.

With that being said, though, Karen did not exactly make a great first impression.

In our first conversation, I introduced myself as one of the greetors and asked if she needed help getting settled in.

She looked at me kind of funny and asked if I worked here.

I just said yes, and then she did this weird up and down glance at me before asking if I was sure.

I just chuckled awkwardly and promised her that the old man can still work and that I wouldn't have to be in her way most of the time, since she was assigned to the other half of the store.

I'm not sure why I was so intent on fixing things.

For some reason, I got in the mindset that my boss would not let her go, so I needed to make things right.

Early on, I guess I forgot that I helped make my boss.

During lunch, which I had in the break room, Karen came to pay a visit.

She sat down, looking back to see if there was anyone there, and then asked, are you in debt or something?

You're clearly disabled.

Why the hell are you working?

Loser?

Your disabilities disgusting?

Really, I just blinked, waiting for the punchline.

Never in my life had someone ask me that, and I suddenly felt a little bit insecure.

Was I really falling apart to the point that me working was an act against humanity?

I asked her what she meant, and she replied that a lot of people her age and younger needed jobs like mine to help save up.

Later down the line, and that I was hogging money by underperforming with my seniority as an excuse, and also that cripples like me should be home in bed instead, and by the way I work part time.

I left an hour after lunch, and thus came my first warning.

I told her that she was being pretty rude by judging me like that, especially when she had no idea who I was.

She said that it didn't matter because she had all the facts, and that I really needed to reconsider what I was doing with my life.

The whole thing is a bit hard to remember because I was so convinced this was a fake or prank or something I had heard about people who were just so confidently disrespectful, mostly from stories my kids would tell me, but I'd never actually encountered someone like this.

There's still a bit of pain from her words, but the sane part of me reminds me that people I could have no right to stay in my mind for so long.

I tried to keep that in mind for the rest of my shift, where I thought she had gotten a message and left me alone.

Maybe she would apologize tomorrow.

I thought, maybe she was just having a really bad day and needed someone to take it out on Weirdly, I'm glad that wasn't the case.

It wouldn't be as much fun.

Well, the next day, my theory of her bad day was instantly proven wrong.

I got pulled aside by an employee who we will call Stuart, who i'd known before had started working.

He's a really nice guy and the son of my son's friend from high school.

He looked worried and asked if I was doing okay.

Confused, I said I felt fine, and then he blatantly told me that he heard that I was at risk of having a stroke and that working right now was a bad ideal.

I had him tell me that a couple times before.

I finally asked who told him that, because I went to the doctor regularly and I'd never heard anything like that before.

Well, he said that Karen was talking about it and that she had heard it from some outside source.

When I explained that it was a flat out lie, he just looked really confused and asked me why she would say that.

I mentioned what had happened the day before, and he told me to tell my boss about it, since he was getting pretty tired of her too.

Apparently she was a total gossip and would bring anyone down whenever she had the chance to, especially if it made them embarrassed.

This was further proven when she came to pay me a visit while I was at the front of the store.

To this day, I still think she just did this because she was bored.

She walked up to me and asked me if I could help her grab some stuff that was stuck on the top shelf that a customer wanted.

Mind you, there were at least two other workers taller than me working, and I said that I would if I could, but that it wasn't a good idea without missing a beach.

She said, why, guys your age cannot even lift the box.

Now again, I went silent.

There were about ten options I wanted to snap back at her with, but I was mainly just embarrassed, and I cannot even imagine how my son would feel if he saw me trying to pick a fight with a girl a third of my age at the front of the store.

Karen took my silence as a means to keep going, and she went into this weird tention about how it was pathetic that meant like me could be easily replaced by girls like her, but that we were just too stubborn to retire or something.

I think she even called me a plague on the economy too, whatever that meant.

After a few common like that, I told her to shut up because we could be scaring of customers, and that if she had a problem she could go and talk to my manager about it.

She said that it was on her to do list, but that she wasn't sure why he would even hire me in the first place if I couldn't do simple tasks.

I calmly explained my condition affecting my joints and that I probably could get whatever she needed down and I'll bet there was nothing there, but it would put a lot of stress on my ankles and then I would have to work less.

She began mocking me by doing a limp around the place, looking like a complete idiot and owning it, saying that I could still work, unless, of course, I was just an old man who didn't belong there.

As she saw my son walk out from his office and start one of his usual check up laps with the customers, Karen walked away, muttering that it was insane that I made more than her.

Well, there, it was a reason.

She just didn't like that an old man had done more in his life than her and was able to be a more stable person when something didn't go my way than her.

Shocking, I knew her fate before even sealed it seriously.

At any moment, I could just tell my son what was going on here and he would fire her, but I wanted this to be a lesson for her.

Without giving many details, I asked my son if we could have a team meeting and asked if he could introduce me and let me share a bit of my story Team Morale, Booster, what have you.

He agreed, but asked if there was a reason.

I told him I just had a few things to say and that I thought now would be a good time to share.

He just shrugged, saying he would set something up for the afternoon if I was up for it, and I said it would be my pleasure.

When it finally came time for that meeting, we all gathered in one of the storage rooms, using some of the return shoe boxes as seats.

My son came to the front and made sure that we were all comfortable before giving a nice speech about how he was proud about how far we had come and that he was excited about the new expansion, which he nodded to Karen for that part.

She put on her nice girl smile and pretended to care.

After a few minutes, he explained that he could have never done any of this without his dad, and that he wanted to give him a chair and to say a few words.

He motioned to me, and I stood up.

I glanced over at Karen without trying to be too obvious.

Her eyes were locked on the ground, white and beyond a healthy amount.

I continue to introduce myself as planned, before saying that there were a lot of things I wished I could change about myself, my health, my inability to work, and of course, my corrupt nature on the economy.

My son rolled his eyes and said he was sure none of that was being said, and I then put on the biggest smirk of my life and looked over at Karen, who was visibly pale.

She looked like she wanted to say something, and when my son gave her this confused look, she looked like she was gonna puke.

She began stuttering, glabbering for a few seconds about how she had no idea that I was the dad and that she would have never done it if she knew that I had his trust.

There was also the savory moment of watching my son slowly stand up like he was about to invite her to a duel, and when she finally quieted down, all he said was are you serious.

I could tell Stuart was having a hard time hiding his head smile, and I gave him a small salute before sitting back down.

Karen stumbled to her feet and began apologizing to me out All I did was sit on my phone.

I wish I could give you the details of what she said, but I couldn't be bothered to remember them.

My son had a field day sitting her down in his office.

I tried not to snoop, but I'll admit I got to hear a bit of their exchange.

Most of it was hard to hear because she tried her little crying act again, and all that did was piss my son off even more.

He said that his only option for her was termination, and that she would not be welcome in the building again.

There's this rage she gets when someone gets him to his tipping point.

But I was actually super relieved to hear it.

Now it sounded like she was the perfect target to let up some steam and he was savoring it.

There was a bit about how she was truly sorry and that I just reminded her of someone bad in her past and that she would get confused thinking I was him.

Of course, she broke down into tears again, saying she didn't want to talk about that.

I'm not sure what the end goal with that storyline was, but needless to say, my son just ignored her.

He read out her goodbye message pretty quickly and then showed her out as she passed a hall with everyone staring.

Of course, I gave her a smile and a wave.

Man, I could tell she wanted to hit me for that, But good riddance Karen.

And yeah, guys, I hope you never have a person like this at your workplace.

However, if you ever met such awful entitled Karen's at your workplace, please let me know in the comments.

I would love to hear your story.

And while you're at it, please don't forget to like the video because that would help me tremendously.

If we could reach one thousand likes, that would make me super happy.

The next one is titled Won't get paid more for doing my job quicker.

Okay, I will do it slower.

So I'm a software developer at a medium sized company where I would get a project and a timeframe to get sad project done.

This timeframe is insane, not because of the lack of time to get it done, but because of the excessive amount of time it would give me.

Something I could get done in two weeks is given three months to complete.

My first six months at the company were spent with me doing set projects in the amount of time they took me as opposed to the amount of time given for them to be completed.

And when my performance review came back, I assumed my race and bonus would reflect my performance.

Well, as many of you can probably guess from where I'm posting this story, my race did not in fact reflect my performance, and instead was the base amount my contract guaranteed.

My response to this was not to complain, as I frankly didn't care, and instead to just stop submitting my progress at the same pace I've been doing it.

I still did it in the two weeks for three months, but it was a work from home job, and I would just add in bits and pieces to keep the progress at the expected pace while having the completed project on a personal machine.

I still work there and have been working there for four years now and very happy spending maybe two months of the year doing my job and the working my second job at a different business as a software developer, as it's a work from home job and there are no mandatory check ins or anything of the sort.

I've been offered a decent race to return to my original pace multiple times, but I've client each time, and after around a year and a half they accepted the current pace as I still do quality work with no delays.

I guess, don't chef me originally and expect me to change my mind when you realize my value, no idea.

I just make way more money than I would have needed to and now effectively get triple my salary as my other job makes twice My lousy job and the next one is titled just stick to the script.

So I work in a court center for a regional bank, handling everything from balance inquiries to fraud alerts.

The job is not glamorous, but most of us were good at it because we knew how to actually talk to people and calm them down.

One day corporate decided we were going off message too often, and they wrote out a new script.

We were required to follow word for word, no improvising, no adapting to the customer's tone or urgency, just read the script.

We all knew this would go badly.

One size fits all language doesn't work when someone's card just got stolen or their mortgage payment didn't go through.

But management was adamant if you deviate from the script, it's a ride up, so I complied religiously.

One day, a customer call clearly panicked.

Someone just charged eight hundred dollars at best Buy all my card and I'm at work.

Didn't do it?

Cancel it now.

I took a deep breath and replied, exactly as the script instructed.

I'm so sorry to hear you are experiencing this inconvenience.

I would be happy to assist you with that today.

Before we begin, May I ask how your day is going so far?

Dead's silence, and customer said seriously.

I continued, we strive to provide exceptional customer service with every call.

Can I please have you a sixteen digit card number to better assist you?

The guy actually laughed, I hope they are recording this call, and they were, and so were three others that week where I stuck to the script in absurd situations.

People locked out of online banking, someone who's check bounced, a woman crying because of a fraud lock on her account.

My supervisor pulled me into the room, looking annoyed but also kind of sheepish her.

We've had some feedback.

You don't I have to follow the script debt strictly.

Me.

Oh, I thought it was a write up if we deviated her.

Just use your judgment.

Okay, the script was officially optional within the month.

I probably enjoyed this too much.

And the next one is a funny, malicious compliance story.

This one is titled my sister said I had to let her borrow my clothes, so I handed her the laundry basket.

So my sister is always taking my stuff, clothes, shoes, whatever.

Sometimes she asks, and sometimes I just find out when I see her wearing it.

One day she comes in and says, Mom, said you have to let me borrow your clothes, not even asking, just saying it like it's a ruin.

Now.

I did not argue.

I just grabbed my laundry basket and gave it to her.

It was full of dirty clothes, like actual laundry, jim shirt, sock stuff that had been sitting there all week.

She looked at it and goes, seriously, I said you wanted my clothes.

She left without saying anything else and has not touched my stuff since.

And yeah, guys, thank you for watching.

I will see you again tomorrow.

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