Hiya!
Have mercy on me, it's my first new thread on this board, and every board's a little bit different.
This actually isn't my story, it's from a co-worker, but I was also working that day.
OK, so of course, like any reputable über-drugstore, we have a photofinishing department. But ours is a touch different... ours is a full-on professional grade photo lab. (ie, professional photographers bring their work in to us as well as the regular guys with their weekend snapshots.)
What that means is that when you bring in photos to us, we don't just throw them in a machine and leave them, we actually have a 1-Hour Technical Specialist personally check and color-correct each print. [/background]
Anyway, one day the lab is chugging along, when the tech working broke out in a cold sweat and started to feel pains in his chest.



So we called the first aid attendants in, and they determined the situation serious enough to warrant calling an ambulance.
While the ambulance attendants were in the back, tending to our valiant tech, enter an EW, stage front, to the photo counter.
EW:
Awesome co-worker:
: I'm here to pick up my order.
: (gets her name and order particulars) Actually I'm afraid it isn't complete yet, the lab is a bit behind right now.
: WHAT? I was told these photos would be done by now!
: I know, I'm sorry - to be honest, the lab tech who was working on them is having a health issue, so it's put the orders behind. 
: Well, don't you have a replacement in there to give me my pictures?
(note: we DID call in our photo team leader on her day off to come into the lab and help with the orders, but since she is a very close friend of lab tech #1, she was trying to do prints through tears, so it wasn't exactly going fast.)
: (as the line starts getting longer behind our antagonist) Well, yes, but she's going into a chaotic situation back there, and it's just going to take some time to do it.
: Well that doesn't get me my pictures, now does it?
: (losing his patience a bit) Well, the man is having a heart attack (it turned out not to be one, but we didn't know that at the time) so it's just going to take a bit more time!
: I came ALL THE WAY ACROSS TOWN (note: we have her address, it's a 10 minute drive)
This went back and forth for some time... (
anyone?) until she finally left with a mighty suck of air through her teeth, muttering about the inconvenience.
I told
it's a good thing I wasn't there... I'd have told her flat out:
All right, then, ma'am. I want you to call his wife and children and tell them exactly what was so important that daddy couldn't get medical help in time to save his life.
Honestly! I'm glad I don't have her nerve in my tooth!

This actually isn't my story, it's from a co-worker, but I was also working that day.
OK, so of course, like any reputable über-drugstore, we have a photofinishing department. But ours is a touch different... ours is a full-on professional grade photo lab. (ie, professional photographers bring their work in to us as well as the regular guys with their weekend snapshots.)
What that means is that when you bring in photos to us, we don't just throw them in a machine and leave them, we actually have a 1-Hour Technical Specialist personally check and color-correct each print. [/background]
Anyway, one day the lab is chugging along, when the tech working broke out in a cold sweat and started to feel pains in his chest.



So we called the first aid attendants in, and they determined the situation serious enough to warrant calling an ambulance.
While the ambulance attendants were in the back, tending to our valiant tech, enter an EW, stage front, to the photo counter.
EW:

Awesome co-worker:







(note: we DID call in our photo team leader on her day off to come into the lab and help with the orders, but since she is a very close friend of lab tech #1, she was trying to do prints through tears, so it wasn't exactly going fast.)




This went back and forth for some time... (

I told


Honestly! I'm glad I don't have her nerve in my tooth!

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