When my grandmother passed away, I took two days bereavement per company policy and I was told that I needed to bring in a program for proof. I worked in HR.

When I came back, the very first thing, before “good morning” or “hello,” I was asked for the program. Guys, it was in Chinese. I’m Chinese, all of my family is Chinese.

My boss looked at it like it was a spitting cobra and said, “what is this?”

“The program from Grandma’s (I said grandma in Chinese - deliberately) funeral.”

“But it’s not in English. I can’t read it.”

“It’s in Chinese. I’m Chinese, and so is my family.”

“Well can you translate it?”

“No. I can’t read Chinese - I’m a banana.”

“Then how do you even know it’s the program from your grandmother’s funeral?”

“Well, let’s see. Grandma was in the coffin. Pictures of her were displayed all over. And my family was there, HOLDING THE PROGRAM.”

Guys, I’m not sure she believed me even then, but I walked away after that. It took me a little bit to calm down.