bound for glory wrote: Yeah. I'm thinking that there are a few folks here that are having a laugh and BS'ing.
I don't doubt the truth of what people have said... I worked in retail.
It's amazing how little popular culture discusses the realities of retail. There should be a rule for retail, "Rule #2: Someone will poop there. No exceptions." Nothing could have prepared me for the sheer amount of scatalogical horror I would encounter every week. And there's the brazen sexual perversities. God forbid you work in a place with an elevator. No, that isn't snot on the elevator buttons. Some dick just gets off screwing around by putting customers in sticky situations. Won't even talk about what happens in the cafe or the kids section. Police have been called.
The other rule is that you will always be threatened with violence for the pettiest reason available.
Yeah, WTF is up with the pooping? That's pretty gross. But the stories of smearers... OMG. I would fething quit on the spot. Retail just does not pay enough for literal gak.
And yes, I've cleaned up a sewer backup, so I know the deal. Worst night ever, BTW.
JohnHwangDD wrote: Yeah, WTF is up with the pooping? That's pretty gross. But the stories of smearers... OMG. I would fething quit on the spot. Retail just does not pay enough for literal gak.
And yes, I've cleaned up a sewer backup, so I know the deal. Worst night ever, BTW.
That's why you never see a plumber biting their fingernails
JamesY wrote: Echo and the Bunnymen said it best; people are strange.
OT: The Doors said it first...
As far as retail and restaurant work goes, if you can think of some filthy, nasty, degrading thing to do, it's already been done at a retail or restaurant location somewhere in America.
JohnHwangDD wrote: Yeah, WTF is up with the pooping? That's pretty gross. But the stories of smearers... OMG. I would fething quit on the spot. Retail just does not pay enough for literal gak.
And yes, I've cleaned up a sewer backup, so I know the deal. Worst night ever, BTW.
We used to have a regular customer who was a smearer. Remember the beginning of Encino Man, where the duo follow the trail of muddy cave paintings?
We've had to throw away hundreds of dollars of merchandise because of smearers. Also because of blood. And yes, there was a customer that combined the two and added more, but fortunately he confined his experiments to the restroom.
Automatically Appended Next Post: I oh yeah, and that regular thought it was funny to smear the door to the employee break room.
Poo stories are a sad reality of retail. Once upon a time I worked at a big box retail store. Some customers would use the sales floor as a bathroom, or just go in the sink (#1 & #2). One day, I did an inspection of the men's room and found... erm, the best term for it might be "mural", but that's really an unfair comparison, and sullies the term "mural". There was a stick figure family. And their house. And trees, and clouds, and birds. To top it off, there was a sun with a smiley face. All done in poo on the restroom walls. I would chalk it up to really disgusting children, but some of the images were high enough on the wall, that they would have had to have been drawn/smeared by an adult. Took almost 2 hours to clean up. I skipped lunch that day, just went outside to breath in fresh air until my break was over.
When I worked at hardees years ago, I went to clean the Women's bathroom stall and there was a decapitated Doe's head. Luckily not a lot of blood. just a pool. Sad to have to say THAT was the lucky part.
conker249 wrote: When I worked at hardees years ago, I went to clean the Women's bathroom stall and there was a decapitated Doe's head. Luckily not a lot of blood. just a pool. Sad to have to say THAT was the lucky part.
Did the Police investigate? Please tell me they investigated...
conker249 wrote: When I worked at hardees years ago, I went to clean the Women's bathroom stall and there was a decapitated Doe's head. Luckily not a lot of blood. just a pool. Sad to have to say THAT was the lucky part.
Did the Police investigate? Please tell me they investigated...
Police were called, No cameras at the time. So they couldn't do anything unless some new stuff came up. Weird night, I worked from 4pm to 2am that night. Cleaned bathrooms at 10pm, Lobby closed at 12am, found the deer head right before midnight while checking to see if anyone was still inside. Cops were shocked, took pictures, statements. Other than that I never knew more about it. never happened again. It was One of the weirdest nights I had working there, outside of a Streaker, getting robbed and put into the freezer(found out later that it wasnt a "robbery" the manager on shifts friends came in to rob the place so they could split profits with him, THEN they finally put cameras in) Everything weird happens on Mids.
I worked in a book store in a world-famous upscale mall. We used to joke that we had only the creme de la creme of customers.
We also had a lot of celebrities. My favorite celebrity story was the time the sales manager, a kindly old grandpa, identified an incognito Jenna Jameson. He had to have a signed copy of her book.
If we get into stuff that's non-gaming I have plenty of horrible experiences from working retail and food industry jobs.
While I was in college I worked as a manager at a Little Caesars and it was pretty bad.
While I was cutting up some lettuce to make a salad I got distracted by one of the other employees who needed help and when I looked away I managed to chop off a good chunk of my index finger. Basically I removed the whole side of my finger tip between the knuckle and the finger nail, the only reason I didn't remove the whole tip was that the blade hit the nail and turned so it ran along side it instead of going straight through. It started gushing blood and I had to grab some paper towels to help soak it up while I went to the ER for stitches. Meanwhile the customer came in to pick up their food and one of the kids just grabbed the salad and handed it to the customer not noticing that it had blood all over it and a chuck of skin sitting on top. That went over great with corporate.
At one point we had an invasion of mice and they were getting into everything, we'd find paw prints in the flour dust and there'd be mouse poop inside the pizza pans, the dressing bar and all over the dough racks in the walk in cooler. It took the better part of two weeks to get things under control and we did the best we could to get rid of anything they'd contaminated. However we missed one rather disgusting incident. We'd make the pizza sauce in a big 15 gallon container and it'd last a week or two depending on how busy we were and it was stored in the walk in cooler. The evening that we made the sauce I later found that it'd been left uncovered in the cooler, I yelled at my staff about keeping it closed up but didn't pay it much mind at the time. When we needed to restock the dressing bar we'd pour it out into smaller containers so it was more manageable, as we were getting down to the bottom of the pot a rather large lump slipped over the lip and we were like wtf? When we poked at it and rinsed it with some water we discovered it was a dead mouse that'd gotten into the sauce and drowned and it had been rotting away in there for well over a week. So pretty much every pizza that had been sold during that time and all of our own personal food had come from that batch of sauce. It induced a lot of vomiting from myself and the other employees that saw it.
Then there was the king of nasty incidents. One afternoon we ran out of boxes so I had to go pick some up from another store, when I arrived there nobody was at the front so I let myself into the back. I walk into the back room and the store manager was sitting hunched over their sauce pot, pants around his ankles taking a dump right into the sauce. He's like hey man I'll be done in a second. I was completely horrified. I immediately called corporate to report him, who in turn called the police and had him arrested. But that isn't even the worst of it, when they checked the store's video tapes he'd not only done it several previous times but they also found out he'd been having sex with the dough, which he'd joked about in the past, or at least we thought he had been joking about it. It turns out he wasn't joking. The location was closed immediately by the health department and I'm sure if word of that event had gotten out to the public there would have been some major lawsuits flying. I still shudder when I think about it, thankfully I'd never eaten food from that store as who knows what the hell would have been done to it.
JamesY wrote: Echo and the Bunnymen said it best; people are strange.
OT: The Doors said it first...
As far as retail and restaurant work goes, if you can think of some filthy, nasty, degrading thing to do, it's already been done at a retail or restaurant location somewhere in America.
In my store I have a list. It is a " I'm sorry I have to tell you this, but someone did it, and now I have to tell every employee" kind of list. It includes:
1. Do not microwave bake potatoes in the foil
2. Don't come to work drunk or high
3. Don't get drunk or high at work
4. No cussing like a drunken sailor in front of customers
5. No wearing pants with massive holes in your crotch.
6. If you MUST sleep with a waitress, please only do one at a time and not have them fight for your attention
7. No dry-humping your pregnant girlfriend in the outdoor dining area during lunch rush
8. No selling drugs out the back door.
9. Bathing is a daily requirement
Other than that, I've had my fair share of floor-poopers, streakers, and my personal favorite the hog confinement workers that refuse to admit they smell so bad that they can be smelled from 50 feet away with an industrial ventilation fan between us.
Well, now that we are expanding the scope of horror stories, I think it is time I throw in my high school work story.
Back in the day, I was a municipal lifeguard as my summer job (and winter with the one city-owned indoor pool) and that had all of the normal things you would associate with it. I chased off pedophiles, I've cleaned up tied-off, used condoms from the pool bottom and I've seen the horrors of explosive toddler diarrhea in a kiddie pool. I've also had a rescue where I had to save 6 baby ducks from a pool they could not get out of, while the momma duck watched us (which was ADORABLE).
But my crown jewel story is this:
In the office of every municipal pool, there was a binder that had the photos and basic profiles of every known sex offender in the state. It didn't say what they did, just that their various 'hobbies' made it so that they were not allowed at the pool. For the most part, it was just kind of a joke for the guards, we'd put our bosses' picture in it and all that stuff. One day, I'm on break and another guard comes into the office and asks for the binder because it turns out one of these guys was actually at the pool. I came out, confirmed it and we realized we had to call the police. Luckily, there was a police station in the same parking lot as the pool more or less, so they sent a couple of officers over to find and escort the guy out. And I will say this about the guy, I don't know what he did, but he was being a good sport about the whole police escort thing. He wasn't making a scene, he wasn't fighting the cops, he wasn't doing anything other than getting his things and trying to get out of there quietly with the cops. At this point, nobody knew what this guy's crime was, so I though it was mostly over, an embarrassing moment to be sure, but this guy was taken care of...
...and then the guy's girlfriend starts laying into the cops.
She launches into a huge screaming fit at the police. She doesn't get physical, but she gets LOUD. So loud that the police and about...oooh I'd say somewhere around 100-120 guests, guards and other members of the public could hear her yell (quoting verbatim):
"HE'S NOT A PEDOPHILE, HE ONLY RAPED A 13 YEAR OLD!"
Then, there was silence...a stunned, shocked silence. The guy looked like he wanted the death penalty on the spot, for either him or his girlfriend. And the rest of the day was surreal, like nothing was real.
Customer buy can of bright blue gloss paint ,puts it on the rear parcel shelf of their car for the rest of the day go's shopping drives around etc. Some time in the day pics up girlfriends miniature poodle. Said poodle then go's asleep on the same parcel shelf about 30mins later the can has been buffeted around and heated enough that it decides to explode . I find all this out when im called to the customer service desk buy giggling staff members to be confronted buy one red faced couple and a half hardening bright blue poodle.
CURNOW wrote: Customer buy can of bright blue gloss paint ,puts it on the rear parcel shelf of their car for the rest of the day go's shopping drives around etc. Some time in the day pics up girlfriends miniature poodle. Said poodle then go's asleep on the same parcel shelf about 30mins later the can has been buffeted around and heated enough that it decides to explode . I find all this out when im called to the customer service desk buy giggling staff members to be confronted buy one red faced couple and a half hardening bright blue poodle.
Pics or it didn't happen!
Wait... why did they go to the customer service desk? For a refund? Or to complain that no one told them not to put spray paint in the back window of a hot car? Maybe they just wanted to yell at someone?
CURNOW wrote: Customer buy can of bright blue gloss paint ,puts it on the rear parcel shelf of their car for the rest of the day go's shopping drives around etc. Some time in the day pics up girlfriends miniature poodle. Said poodle then go's asleep on the same parcel shelf about 30mins later the can has been buffeted around and heated enough that it decides to explode . I find all this out when im called to the customer service desk buy giggling staff members to be confronted buy one red faced couple and a half hardening bright blue poodle.
Their first reaction was "Lets demand a refund!" and not "gak! Lets get to the Vets ASAP!" ?
CURNOW wrote: Customer buy can of bright blue gloss paint ,puts it on the rear parcel shelf of their car for the rest of the day go's shopping drives around etc. Some time in the day pics up girlfriends miniature poodle. Said poodle then go's asleep on the same parcel shelf about 30mins later the can has been buffeted around and heated enough that it decides to explode . I find all this out when im called to the customer service desk buy giggling staff members to be confronted buy one red faced couple and a half hardening bright blue poodle.
Their first reaction was "Lets demand a refund!" and not "gak! Lets get to the Vets ASAP!" ?
Basically the reaction of EVERY retail customer in America, I gak you not.
CURNOW wrote: Customer buy can of bright blue gloss paint ,puts it on the rear parcel shelf of their car for the rest of the day go's shopping drives around etc. Some time in the day pics up girlfriends miniature poodle. Said poodle then go's asleep on the same parcel shelf about 30mins later the can has been buffeted around and heated enough that it decides to explode . I find all this out when im called to the customer service desk buy giggling staff members to be confronted buy one red faced couple and a half hardening bright blue poodle.
Their first reaction was "Lets demand a refund!" and not "gak! Lets get to the Vets ASAP!" ?
Basically the reaction of EVERY retail customer in America, I gak you not.
I once had a woman try to get me to run a coupon she forgot to use on a week-old purchase while the store was filling up with smoke because the one next to us was on fire.
Well they wanted us to pay for the vets/groomers bill and to have their car cleaned out . I politely informed them that unfortunately from the moment they completed the transaction for the paint we had no control over what happened. So it was basically their paint that they were transporting in their car that they spilt on their dog . Then gave them one of the standard reply letters that we keep behind the desk for car spillages (it a weekly issue) after about 30 mins of shouting and threats they decided they better get the dog seen to before it cured
conker249 wrote: When I worked at hardees years ago, I went to clean the Women's bathroom stall and there was a decapitated Doe's head. Luckily not a lot of blood. just a pool. Sad to have to say THAT was the lucky part.
Ah the women's public washroom! While the above is insanely extreme, you guys are so lucky you never have to regularly enter these hellholes...
It's typical to see on a regular occasion things like;
- pee all over the toilet seat & half the stall, because someone decided to try and 'do it like a dude'.
- poo smears.
- massive gobs of hair that someone attempted to unsuccessfully flush away. Or else just left all over a wet floor.
- wet toilet seats covered in 'not head hair', but hair from 'other' regions.
- mothers letting their kids, sometimes boys as old as 9 or 10, run around and peer under the stall doors to see what's up.
- mothers who just leave their infant/toddler's used dipper on the change table, usually with explosive nastiness dripping down the side of the table.
- the "always on her cell 24/7" blonde who accidently drops it in the unflushed bowl, and then goes ballistic at the staff demanding they replace it for her.
- used condoms (and sometimes not even tied off!)
- mud babies left to float.
- used sanitary napkins left to float.
- Aunt Flow sprayed all over the place, with a very full used sanitary napkin AND mud 'triplets' left to float!
- Aunt Flow being left all over the place in general... Like seriously, that's just biohazard infection city right there!
And it's truly amazing the number of women who never wash their hands after going. Typically you see at least half of women who've finished up their business just up and leave, never bothering to wash their hands.
It's so bad that I usually try to avoid having to use a public washroom if I can help it at all. Women are literally the most disgusting things on the planet.
conker249 wrote: When I worked at hardees years ago, I went to clean the Women's bathroom stall and there was a decapitated Doe's head. Luckily not a lot of blood. just a pool. Sad to have to say THAT was the lucky part.
Ah the women's public washroom! While the above is insanely extreme, you guys are so lucky you never have to regularly enter these hellholes...
It's typical to see on a regular occasion things like;
- pee all over the toilet seat & half the stall, because someone decided to try and 'do it like a dude'.
- poo smears.
- massive gobs of hair that someone attempted to unsuccessfully flush away. Or else just left all over a wet floor.
- wet toilet seats covered in 'not head hair', but hair from 'other' regions.
- mothers letting their kids, sometimes boys as old as 9 or 10, run around and peer under the stall doors to see what's up.
- mothers who just leave their infant/toddler's used dipper on the change table, usually with explosive nastiness dripping down the side of the table.
- the "always on her cell 24/7" blonde who accidently drops it in the unflushed bowl, and then goes ballistic at the staff demanding they replace it for her.
- used condoms (and sometimes not even tied off!)
- mud babies left to float.
- used sanitary napkins left to float.
- Aunt Flow sprayed all over the place, with a very full used sanitary napkin AND mud 'triplets' left to float!
- Aunt Flow being left all over the place in general... Like seriously, that's just biohazard infection city right there!
And it's truly amazing the number of women who never wash their hands after going. Typically you see at least half of women who've finished up their business just up and leave, never bothering to wash their hands.
It's so bad that I usually try to avoid having to use a public washroom if I can help it at all. Women are literally the most disgusting things on the planet.
I always enjoy these gross and funny stories you have to tell. Too bad we can't hear more of them.
Speaking on the subject of nasty messes one of my roommates used their *** as a paint brush and the toilet seat as their canvas. I'm gonna let you take a wild guess what the paint was (I'm guessing their *** hair would be the bristles on the paint brush). Ugh I swear these guys are man-children and/or animals. I'm a roommate not mommy. I don't clean up for you and you're esp. not my responsibility.
Unlike a certain Commissar of a buttery nature, I learned at a young age to be a distrustful bastard. I spent one year in a children's kung fu program where they taught me how to kick without falling over and how to punch without breaking your bones, skills I would use later in life. After a bullying incident in middle school that resulted in my braces getting pounded into my cheek, I now never buy shoes that do not have a rubber or metal cap. Since that bullying incident, I have resorted to using violence once in my life.
At my middle/high school there was a building that had been marked as condemned for years because its pipes were not up to code, so they couldn't use it for classes. They chose to use it as club headquarters for any student club that wished to sign up. The "boardgame club" got in early and we were able to score the old library. Things were sweet as we would come after school and play with whatever we had on the two tables that they had left there. We mostly played Warhammer 40k, but we left the door open for anyone to walk in and had a deck of batman uno cards along with some generic board games for any student that walked in to check us out. We even got a swap bin going where people would dump their left over sprues and take what they needed for kitbashes and conversions. It was pretty nice.
One day I was playing a quick game with a girl when we attracted a heckler. To set the stage, I am not a big person, I eat less when I am stressed and I am frequently stressed. The girl I am playing against was the smallest girl in our grade (and the two below us) as she skipped a whole ton of grades to be with us. The heckler was a big guy with thick arms and not too much brain. When he walks in, my first thought is "uh oh", when his next action is to close the door behind him and click it shut, we know this is going to be trouble. He then advances on my friend making really inappropriate advances while she is trying to back away and reject him. I step up, grab his shoulder and tell him to shove off. His response is to confront me while raising his arms, expecting me to back off. I raise my arms in response, step forward, and knife him between the legs with my rubber capped boot dropping him like a puppet. My friend and I grab all of the club materials and take off while he lays there groaning on the floor.
We didn't return to the club room for weeks and when we did, the place had been completely demolished with more holes kicked in the walls (which was actually stupidly easy to do, probably one of the reasons it was condemned) and our tables smashed. The club was never the same and my friend never got back into the hobby.
Another incident that could have been a horror story was during a busy day at a FLGS, we were all sitting around talking. Some people were painting, some people were playing, I was watching a game waiting for a table, and no one was paying too much attention to what they were doing because we were all yakking. One man was cleaning a promethium pipe with a huge razor while looking the other way when disaster struck and he sliced open his hand. He started screaming and oozing blood over his paint station. I regret that I froze up in this instance as I have this annoying fear of blood. Luckily, one of the regulars turned out to be a trained paramedic and was able to help him until an ambulance arrived. Since then, rules about focusing while modelling were implemented and enforced and the injured man began a khorne daemonkin army, painted the pipes to match the style of the army, and has taken to referring to them as consecrated.
If we are talking about violent stories, I don't have many but the ones I do have are probably pretty typical. One customer was so irate that we were sold out of something that he threatened to kill me and tried to grab me. I fled into the back and he pounded on the door for almost ten minutes until security go there. Suddenly he was totally reasonable and just wanted to talk. There was another guy who was known for creeping people out and having few boundaries. One day, he touched another customer inappropriately, and when the manager went to escort him out, he slapped the manager. A couple minutes later, the police arrive and start explaining to the man (whom they knew) what he did wrong. Suddenly, he slapped one of them. They slammed him into a display shelf hard enough to knock product off while cuffing him. There were a couple similar stories that I don't want to share because of specific elements that could be tied back to me, but one of them ended with all of the A's in the Rock and Roll section from AC/DC down ended up splattered with blood and had to be destroyed, and the carpet replaced.
We also had a lot of stalkers and creepers, including one man who refused to move from the register unless the cashier gave him a kiss. She was terrified, and the store was full of people staring at the man in confused horror. Finally security arrived and got him. We later found out that he was distantly related to another employee, who hated him for reasons you can probably imagine. We often had to have security escort the baristas to their cars. They were stalker magnets. We had trouble with customers who would masturbate in the cafe, or sometimes in the kids section. One caller kept calling back until a certain female employee answered, and then would ask her questions while he was obviously masturbating. It was not unusual for customers to just randomly start telling us about their genital-related medical problems or traumatic childhoods.
While I was never stalked, I did get hit on all the time. Possibly the most awkward was when some married woman asked me to go to Hawaii with her and be her boy toy. While an entire line of people watched. This was at a time when one angry phone call could cost someone his job, which nearly happened to one of our cafe guys.
I once had a customer call the store FROM HOME, asking us to look for his car keys. When I asked him how he drove home without his keys he got irate over my "bad attitude".
Someone threw a yelling fit because we no longer had a menu item that we discontinued seven years prior, and no one bothered to inform him of it.
A woman that vowed to sue us because no one told her the nightly special wasn't all-you-can-eat.
A group of three sets of parents, 5 kids, and an additional adult ate dinner. One guy wanted to pay the bill, but screamed at the tab. He thought there was no way that 12 people eating out (three of whom ordered the most expensive thing on the menu) plus appetizers, plus pie for the adults, plus milkshakes for the kids would ever come to $180. He demanded a menu, a calculator, and 15 minutes of my attention while we itemized and double-checked his bill. He then tried to haggle on the price.
A woman once got incredibly angry when we wouldn't serve her Bourbon at 10:00 in the morning with her breakfast, while she ate with her kids. When we informed her we didn't serve alcohol she state she would settle for a Miller Light (apparently beer isn't alcohol???).
A woman came in (during a busy Sunday lunch rush) and stated she had left her ring on her plate the previous day so it may have wound up in the trash. She expected us to dumpster dive through every bag. Not later, but NOW. She wasn't at all pleased when I told her that if she wanted the dumpster looked through she'd have to do it herself.
We had, in the past, run tabs for long-time friends of the previous owner. However, now that the store was in our hands we stopped doing it. One gentleman refused to comply. Every time he was in he'd either "forget to pay", "forgot his wallet", or simply yell to the waitress to "put it on his tab" as he ran out the door. After 6 months of him NOT paying the bill we flat out told him he needed to settle his $150 bill as it had gotten way too high. After promising to be in the next day he didn't show up again for .......16 months, even after several letters and unanswered phone calls. When he did come back it was as part of a large group. Without hesitation we flat out told him, in front of everyone, that we would NOT be serving him until he settled his bill up-front first. Apparently we were "out of line" and "embarrassed him".
A woman once got incredibly angry when we wouldn't serve her Bourbon at 10:00 in the morning with her breakfast, while she ate with her kids. When we informed her we didn't serve alcohol she state she would settle for a Miller Light (apparently beer isn't alcohol???).
To people who drink hard liquor at 10AM, No it isn't alcohol. My sister-in-law did 5 shots of tequila the last time my wife had lunch with her then drove home with her six kids. I got the pick of the litter.
Experiment 626 wrote: And it's truly amazing the number of women who never wash their hands after going. Typically you see at least half of women who've finished up their business just up and leave, never bothering to wash their hands.
Experiment 626 wrote: And it's truly amazing the number of women who never wash their hands after going. Typically you see at least half of women who've finished up their business just up and leave, never bothering to wash their hands.
This is why I don't shake anyone's hand. Ever.
Yup.
I work in a medical research building and I am weekly amazed at the number of researchers (who should know better, they work with all manner of bacteria and other microscopic problem makers) who don't wash their hands after using the restroom. They also often don't flush, either. I am surrounded by disgusting behavior all around.
Experiment 626 wrote: And it's truly amazing the number of women who never wash their hands after going. Typically you see at least half of women who've finished up their business just up and leave, never bothering to wash their hands.
This is why I don't shake anyone's hand. Ever.
Yup.
I work in a medical research building and I am weekly amazed at the number of researchers (who should know better, they work with all manner of bacteria and other microscopic problem makers) who don't wash their hands after using the restroom. They also often don't flush, either. I am surrounded by disgusting behavior all around.
Obviously if they don't touch the toilet, they don't have to worry about their hands.
Experiment 626 wrote: And it's truly amazing the number of women who never wash their hands after going. Typically you see at least half of women who've finished up their business just up and leave, never bothering to wash their hands.
This is why I don't shake anyone's hand. Ever.
Yup.
I work in a medical research building and I am weekly amazed at the number of researchers (who should know better, they work with all manner of bacteria and other microscopic problem makers) who don't wash their hands after using the restroom. They also often don't flush, either. I am surrounded by disgusting behavior all around.
Obviously if they don't touch the toilet, they don't have to worry about their hands.
Speaking of being surrounded by grossness, there's a little honeymoon period I enjoy at the start of every new job.
I can be a bit of a germophobe, so it's nice to just chill and do normal-people things, like drinking tea/coffee out of the mugs in the kitchen.
This lasts right up until the first time I see someone finish with their mug and then just rinse it under the tap. Rinsing is not washing, people. From that point on, I bring a plastic bottle or a Thermos with me every day. It's fun to see how long my innocence lasts, before I basically become a paranoid survivalist foraging at the fringes of society.
Oh, and don't even get me started on "I'mma touch my junk and then touch other people". Even aside from bacterial concerns, it's just rude and gross. And rinsing still isn't washing, either.
I spent seven years working in retail..... It's how I learned to hate people.
We had a restaurant, it's amazing how many people cannot use a toilet, it's not that hard.... There doesn't need to be poo on the walls, floor, sink, around the toilet.
We did have someone who used to poo on the floor, in the middle of the bloody shop...... Like seriously wth....... But it wasn't as bad as the time a person just fell over and died of a heart attack in the vegetable section.... That was a bad day....
And customer returns....... I hate customers....... Arrrrgh!
Pumpkin wrote: Speaking of being surrounded by grossness, there's a little honeymoon period I enjoy at the start of every new job.
I can be a bit of a germophobe, so it's nice to just chill and do normal-people things, like drinking tea/coffee out of the mugs in the kitchen.
This lasts right up until the first time I see someone finish with their mug and then just rinse it under the tap. Rinsing is not washing, people. From that point on, I bring a plastic bottle or a Thermos with me every day. It's fun to see how long my innocence lasts, before I basically become a paranoid survivalist foraging at the fringes of society.
Oh, and don't even get me started on "I'mma touch my junk and then touch other people". Even aside from bacterial concerns, it's just rude and gross. And rinsing still isn't washing, either.
Meh, not washing out your used coffee mug is still nothing compared to what xenos lifeforms are allowed to grow within the terrible confines of the staff fridge!
Seriously people, if you don't eat your leftovers after 4-5 days, throw that gak out! But for the love of feth don't just chuck it to the back of the fridge until 2 years later it's procreated across nearby containers & begins attempting violent communication!
The staff microwave is even more of a no-go zone... Over the course of 11 years, I don't think the one we had at the local store was ever cleaned out... not even once!
You could probably have fed a family of four with all the gak that was crusted & caked onto the insides of that thing. (or more likely killed them?!)
welshhoppo wrote: I spent seven years working in retail..... It's how I learned to hate people.
We had a restaurant, it's amazing how many people cannot use a toilet, it's not that hard.... There doesn't need to be poo on the walls, floor, sink, around the toilet.
We did have someone who used to poo on the floor, in the middle of the bloody shop...... Like seriously wth....... But it wasn't as bad as the time a person just fell over and died of a heart attack in the vegetable section.... That was a bad day....
And customer returns....... I hate customers....... Arrrrgh!
When I worked at a Home Depot, I was lucky enough that a customer even combined the two for me!
Home Depot has a terribly lax return policy. They'll take just about anything if you push the poor counter person hard enough (usually me after I got called over because they demanded to see a manager). Store policy is to give them in-store credit even if there is no packaging, or even if the products seem used.
I've had dirty garden hoses brought back. I've had used mud trowels (for doing drywall mudding) brought back. Used paintbrushes. Even used wastewater pipe fittings. But bar none, the worst return I ever had the displeasure of handling was a used toilet seat. Not even cleaned... it had visible traces of urine stains and fecal matter.
I flat out told the guy to get the feth out of my store.
I no longer work at Home Depot, and I am thankful.
FoxPhoenix135 wrote: But bar none, the worst return I ever had the displeasure of handling was a used toilet seat. Not even cleaned... it had visible traces of urine stains and fecal matter.
I flat out told the guy to get the feth out of my store.
I no longer work at Home Depot, and I am thankful.
Was the GTFO the reason you left or did you leave of your own accord?
I got lucky and missed a bad one about a year ago. Apparently a developmentally disabled "special needs" person threw some kind of fit and peed all over the floor near the registers. Glad I wasn't there, because I might have been tapped to clean it up.
FoxPhoenix135 wrote: But bar none, the worst return I ever had the displeasure of handling was a used toilet seat. Not even cleaned... it had visible traces of urine stains and fecal matter.
I flat out told the guy to get the feth out of my store.
I no longer work at Home Depot, and I am thankful.
Was the GTFO the reason you left or did you leave of your own accord?
Little bit of both. It was one of the things that I refused to follow policy on and got written up for. They have a three-strike rule your first year... another was I lifted a heavy object without help (despite asking for assistance, paging store-wide twice trying to get a second to help lift, etc) and ended up with a work compensation claim after I stretched some sort of shoulder ligament. Third was I requested for a day off to see my kids' play at school, two months in advance, and was denied... so I told them to feth off and went anyway. I guess I don't do well in big chain franchises with all their red tape and schtako.
Ouch. I've never worked in retail (besides a 1 week work trial) but I've got a few Factory horror stories.
I spent two months as a seasonal agency worker in a factory and heard anecdotes about people being fired (or perhaps more accurately, "taken off the availability list") after taking just one sick day off or booking a holiday. The way I understood it, if you missed one day for whatever reason, the agency would bring someone else in to cover you and you'd go back to the bottom of the availability list. If my Grand-dad's funeral had come a month later (after I started this job), I might have lost my job too because there was no fething way in hell I was missing it. Thankfully I left that place of my own accord after getting a job offer out of the blue from someone I'd applied to 4 months previously.
A friend of mine at a different company, but the same agency, told me that people at his place had lost their jobs after getting injured on the job because of safety flaws in the machines they use.
I joined a small factory that makes paint products, so it was an extremely dusty and dirty environment with all the different materials they used. Apparently they'd operated for 2 decades without any health & safety equipment - no dust masks, gloves etc. The guys would have all sorts of awful dust clinging over their faces and eyes and in their nostrils. Non toxic, but very easy to breathe in and cause respiratory problems. But management didn't think it was a problem. After my first week there I began requesting dust masks and gloves (simple latex gloves), because this stuff was hard to clean off your skin. A couple months later one of the guys came down with bronchitis (he was a chronic smoker so he was probably more susceptible) and spent a week off sick, so management had no choice but to schedule a health & safety inspection. It turned out the dust extraction units were woefully inadequate, and even if it was adequate, we should have been wearing heavy duty dust masks (look like gas masks). The other guys had gone two decades working in unsafe conditions. I dread to think what sort of health problems they might have down the line.
Oh, and there was also the time when a colleague grabbed my shirt and threatened to "kick your fething teeth out" on the factory floor with two witnesses who didn't want to get involved and therefore it was my word against his. He got a written warning, and was told to stay on his best behaviour, but he denied outright to the boss in my presence that he threatened me, and only admitted to "getting a little carried away". This came after 3 months of "bullying" (other people's words, not mine). Hell, in my first month on the job, people confided in me that everyone hated his guts, he was a jobs worth, a busy body and a snitch - people who'd worked with him for 15 years. One even told me about the time when he heard the guy insulting him under his breath, so he kicked the guy so hard he face planted into the kitchen's microwave. Basically he was the resident TFG. I was told to stand up for myself and take no gak from him, so I did. And thats when the bullying and gas lighting started.
Suffice to say, I no longer work there. And I now have a Red Belt in Karate.
Oh, and there is of course the obligatory poop story. The toilets backed up once, and some poor sod had to use a pressure hose or something to unclog the sewage pipe.
I had one worker that I asked to go in the back to replace the soda syrup. Its simple, just unscrew the lid off the syrup crate, hook it up to what is basically a garden hose, then push the middle button.
20 minutes later, he comes back, asks which of the buttons is the middle one.
The three buttons are arranged like this:
0 0 0
Same fellow made a burger with ketchup when the customer asked for no ketchup. I reminded him of this, so he wiped the bun on the side of the garbage, put it on the patty, wrapped it, and set it out to be served with a straight face like it was fine.
I didnt let that get to the customer, but damn, if that is just the stuff I caught him doing, what did I miss?
I had one worker that I asked to go in the back to replace the soda syrup. Its simple, just unscrew the lid off the syrup crate, hook it up to what is basically a garden hose, then push the middle button.
20 minutes later, he comes back, asks which of the buttons is the middle one.
The three buttons are arranged like this:
0 0 0
Same fellow made a burger with ketchup when the customer asked for no ketchup. I reminded him of this, so he wiped the bun on the side of the garbage, put it on the patty, wrapped it, and set it out to be served with a straight face like it was fine.
I didnt let that get to the customer, but damn, if that is just the stuff I caught him doing, what did I miss?
This is also why you shouldnt eat at mc d's
The only one I eat at (and only in dire circumstances) is one of the ones in Walmart where the kitchen is in plain view and you can see everything going on back there. I worked at a Carl's Jr. (Hardee's for you east coasters) when I was a kid and I never saw anything too outrageous, but we were offered a better grade of pay than your typical McDonald's. Probably the worst thing was seeing the onion paste for a particular burger... looked like boiled tar in a jar :/
I had one worker that I asked to go in the back to replace the soda syrup. Its simple, just unscrew the lid off the syrup crate, hook it up to what is basically a garden hose, then push the middle button.
20 minutes later, he comes back, asks which of the buttons is the middle one.
The three buttons are arranged like this:
0 0 0
Same fellow made a burger with ketchup when the customer asked for no ketchup. I reminded him of this, so he wiped the bun on the side of the garbage, put it on the patty, wrapped it, and set it out to be served with a straight face like it was fine.
I didnt let that get to the customer, but damn, if that is just the stuff I caught him doing, what did I miss?
This is also why you shouldnt eat at mc d's
The only one I eat at (and only in dire circumstances) is one of the ones in Walmart where the kitchen is in plain view and you can see everything going on back there. I worked at a Carl's Jr. (Hardee's for you east coasters) when I was a kid and I never saw anything too outrageous, but we were offered a better grade of pay than your typical McDonald's. Probably the worst thing was seeing the onion paste for a particular burger... looked like boiled tar in a jar :/
It's not just fast food... If anyone were to actually see over the course of even just a single week what actually goes down in a restaurant kitchen, you'd never, ever eat out ever again!
Between my mum, great-grand mum and various friends, I've learned far too many things I never wanted to know...
Of course I'm a sucker for Mc D's, Gino's Pizza, et all, but if there's even the slightest hint that something's off with my food, it goes strait back to the kitchens for a re-do.
I'm probably a chef's/line cook's worst nightmare in that regard!
I did a work trial in a pub kitchen once, and the Head Chef cooked a battered fish to demonstrate the deep fryer to me. Then ate it. I never noticed him wash his hands afterwards.
Thats about as exciting a kitchen anecdote I can think of from my 5 hours of experience, but it did make me wonder.
I had one worker that I asked to go in the back to replace the soda syrup. Its simple, just unscrew the lid off the syrup crate, hook it up to what is basically a garden hose, then push the middle button.
20 minutes later, he comes back, asks which of the buttons is the middle one.
The three buttons are arranged like this:
0 0 0
Same fellow made a burger with ketchup when the customer asked for no ketchup. I reminded him of this, so he wiped the bun on the side of the garbage, put it on the patty, wrapped it, and set it out to be served with a straight face like it was fine.
I didnt let that get to the customer, but damn, if that is just the stuff I caught him doing, what did I miss?
This is also why you shouldnt eat at mc d's
I see there are other McDonald's veterans here. I think I have that story topped. For three years I was the ONLY person both trained and trusted to clean the icecream/ shake machine. In order to do it properly you need to drain it, totally disassemble it, scrub it out with a large, round brush, disinfect all the parts, lube up a few things, reassemble it, and refill it. This is usually a 90 minute process. There is a "cheater" way to clean it simply by draining the machine, then running a bucket of hot water through it, however this leaves just a little of the milk-buildup inside and you can't get all the water out, which crystalizes in the icecream when it freezes. So, if you ever get soft serve ice cream that is has crystally chunks, and might have a slightly odd taste, some idiot has been cheat-cleaning too much and there is a massive mold growth on the inside of the machine.
One day I was working in the kitchen when a "mess" was reported in the ladies' room. The girl next to me was ordered to go clean it up. As I was making a burger I noticed her in the supply closet, and wondered what she was doing. She turned around holding the scrubbing brush used to clean the shake machine, intent on scrubbing a toilet with it, as it looked like a toilet brush. I shouted, stopped all production, and verbally called her out on it. It took her a while to realize what I was talking about. Although she denied she'd ever used it before for toilets I disposed of the brush anyway.
welshhoppo wrote: I spent seven years working in retail..... It's how I learned to hate people.
We had a restaurant, it's amazing how many people cannot use a toilet, it's not that hard.... There doesn't need to be poo on the walls, floor, sink, around the toilet.
We did have someone who used to poo on the floor, in the middle of the bloody shop...... Like seriously wth....... But it wasn't as bad as the time a person just fell over and died of a heart attack in the vegetable section.... That was a bad day....
And customer returns....... I hate customers....... Arrrrgh!
When I worked at a Home Depot, I was lucky enough that a customer even combined the two for me!
Home Depot has a terribly lax return policy. They'll take just about anything if you push the poor counter person hard enough (usually me after I got called over because they demanded to see a manager). Store policy is to give them in-store credit even if there is no packaging, or even if the products seem used.
I've had dirty garden hoses brought back. I've had used mud trowels (for doing drywall mudding) brought back. Used paintbrushes. Even used wastewater pipe fittings. But bar none, the worst return I ever had the displeasure of handling was a used toilet seat. Not even cleaned... it had visible traces of urine stains and fecal matter.
I flat out told the guy to get the feth out of my store.
I no longer work at Home Depot, and I am thankful.
My friend was telling me about how her Home depot is the same way. There was a customer who brought in 4 (very used) Truck Tires and demanded a refund. First they thought he was joking since they have never sold truck tires there ever. He was serious, and not budging. He wanted a full refund because they are not what he paid for. she said after about 40 minutes of back and forth with a manager, and then over the phone higher management, they just conceded and said give him the refund to get him out.
I had one worker that I asked to go in the back to replace the soda syrup. Its simple, just unscrew the lid off the syrup crate, hook it up to what is basically a garden hose, then push the middle button.
20 minutes later, he comes back, asks which of the buttons is the middle one.
The three buttons are arranged like this:
0 0 0
Same fellow made a burger with ketchup when the customer asked for no ketchup. I reminded him of this, so he wiped the bun on the side of the garbage, put it on the patty, wrapped it, and set it out to be served with a straight face like it was fine.
I didnt let that get to the customer, but damn, if that is just the stuff I caught him doing, what did I miss?
This is also why you shouldnt eat at mc d's
I see there are other McDonald's veterans here. I think I have that story topped. For three years I was the ONLY person both trained and trusted to clean the icecream/ shake machine. In order to do it properly you need to drain it, totally disassemble it, scrub it out with a large, round brush, disinfect all the parts, lube up a few things, reassemble it, and refill it. This is usually a 90 minute process. There is a "cheater" way to clean it simply by draining the machine, then running a bucket of hot water through it, however this leaves just a little of the milk-buildup inside and you can't get all the water out, which crystalizes in the icecream when it freezes. So, if you ever get soft serve ice cream that is has crystally chunks, and might have a slightly odd taste, some idiot has been cheat-cleaning too much and there is a massive mold growth on the inside of the machine.
One day I was working in the kitchen when a "mess" was reported in the ladies' room. The girl next to me was ordered to go clean it up. As I was making a burger I noticed her in the supply closet, and wondered what she was doing. She turned around holding the scrubbing brush used to clean the shake machine, intent on scrubbing a toilet with it, as it looked like a toilet brush. I shouted, stopped all production, and verbally called her out on it. It took her a while to realize what I was talking about. Although she denied she'd ever used it before for toilets I disposed of the brush anyway.
I friend of mine got her first part-time job working in the kitchen of a local Little Cesar's pizza...
She was telling a couple of us after she quit within 3 weeks about why no one should ever eat at any of the LC's within the area;
The first time she dropped a few bits of topping onto the floor and went to clean them up, the other guys on the line told her not to bother - just kick it under the counter. Apparently the manageress had a policy to only 'waste time' cleaning up dropped bits of food after closing.
My friend's last day on the job before quitting, apparently they were all told by the manageress to stay late after closing and give the kitchen a full cleaning, as the health inspector was coming by within the next few days.
As the boys moved stuff around, it became apparent that there was literally months worth of rotting, mold-infested food that had been left to ferment under pretty much everything! Not to mention the dead mice, and plain evidence of rodent poop as well.
My friend puked on the spot, helped to clean up everything, (which didn't get properly cleaned, since things were so bad you pretty much needed to properly steam clean everything!), and then promptly told her parents about what really was going down at that location!
Her parents put in a call to the city health department to file a complaint, and while her location scored a 'pass' on their health inspection, the other couple of locations that were owned by the same group were found to have very similar problems.
Needless to say, I've never set so much as a toenail within a Little Cesar's ever since!
Then there's the one local Swiss Chalet location that's earned the nickname "Salmonella Chalet" it's been shuttered so many times for health code violations! (apparently even going up in smoke that one time didn't clean it up )
The McDonalds I worked at had a sister store (same owner) in the next town. It was a REALLY small town, and the building was old, so they decided to move locations into the corner of the town's newly built Wal Mart. They got the new store ready, then started to transfer all the equipment (a whole 2-block move).
Our manager was there to oversee everything and to help out on opening day. The first shake served made the person order it vomit on the floor. Our manager opened the shake machine to discover that the idiots that moved it didn't drain it first. They unplugged it and let it sit unrefrigerated for more than 36 hours. The volume of rotting milk smelled so bad they had to temporarily clear out the store on the opening day.
cuda1179 wrote: The McDonalds I worked at had a sister store (same owner) in the next town. It was a REALLY small town, and the building was old, so they decided to move locations into the corner of the town's newly built Wal Mart. They got the new store ready, then started to transfer all the equipment (a whole 2-block move).
Our manager was there to oversee everything and to help out on opening day. The first shake served made the person order it vomit on the floor. Our manager opened the shake machine to discover that the idiots that moved it didn't drain it first. They unplugged it and let it sit unrefrigerated for more than 36 hours. The volume of rotting milk smelled so bad they had to temporarily clear out the store on the opening day.
That reminds me of when the mall our local GW store was located in was undergoing major renovations...
The food court was moved from the lower level up to the main floor. The Villa Medina location actually opened up for business without a single working refer!
They were keeping their meats "chilled" by putting the packages of salad greens on top of them.
Needless to say, the Health Inspector was NOT pleased having to go and work on a Sunday!
I'm not sure if it's a horror story, but I was punished for probably the saddest reasons I can remember, back when I worked at an old folks' residential home.
One of the residents was a genuinely 100+ year old woman, who was very quiet. On my shift, she fell and hit her head on the wall, and because I wasn't trained in the required equipment to lift her, I stayed with her while the other staff went to get it.
She started crying for her mother. I was sixteen, and I didn't know what to do, so I just sat on the floor with her and held her hand and stroked her hair.
Because I wasn't wearing gloves, and she had cut herself during the fall, I was dragged into an office and fired.
That's the most light-hearted story I can tell about that place.
More a 'horror' story for the store rather than myself...
Yesterday we went out to the local grocery store to check and see if they'd put out any smaller turkeys for the forthcoming Easter holidays...
We start searching through the freezer bin where the Butterballs are, and we find one for just shy of $20. My mum keeps looking, and pulls out a mispriced bird that's tagged for only a meager $3.92! Now my mum being the super honest & considerate person that she is, feels uneasy about taking advantage of the store's mistake, however my dad & I point out that we shouldn't feel terrible or anything about keeping our score. Someone obviously did their job quite poorly, and the mistake is on their head. Considering that the turkeys are on sale for $1.99/lbs, getting one for just under four bucks is just a case of 'lucky us'.
So my mum relents, and we take our little treasure up to check-out, where my mum points out the obvious mistake on the price tag to the clerk. The clerk has to call over a manager, who then puts a call into the meat department, and as the price tag on the turkey checks out as legit, the store is forced to sell us what should have easily been a $23-24 bird for a criminally under priced $3.92!
So after seeing that at least one bird has been badly mispriced, the meat department manager was forced to;
a) find out who all were working when that entire batch of turkeys was priced. (then likely tear someone/s a new one!)
b) go through the entire bin of turkeys and re-check that all the other price tags were correct... there had to be at least 40+ turkeys in the refer bin, with the majority of them being larger birds! (we saw a few $60-70 birds in there!)
As anyone who's ever worked or knows anyone who's worked in the grocery industry knows, stores don't make much profit on food. So having to take what was at least a $20 loss on that turkey was definitely a bitter pill to swallow!
Buttery Commissar wrote: I'm not sure if it's a horror story, but I was punished for probably the saddest reasons I can remember, back when I worked at an old folks' residential home.
One of the residents was a genuinely 100+ year old woman, who was very quiet. On my shift, she fell and hit her head on the wall, and because I wasn't trained in the required equipment to lift her, I stayed with her while the other staff went to get it.
She started crying for her mother. I was sixteen, and I didn't know what to do, so I just sat on the floor with her and held her hand and stroked her hair.
Because I wasn't wearing gloves, and she had cut herself during the fall, I was dragged into an office and fired.
That's the most light-hearted story I can tell about that place.
Jesus butters. i though the last story was bad it just gets worse and worse :/
I was at the grocery store and there was a man that I'd guess was in his early 80s. I'm not sure what exactly happened but he had fallen and broke his hip and there were a couple of employees trying to keep him calm until the paramedics came. What made the situation really bad was that he had a waste collection bag and when he fell he'd landed on it. The bag ruptured and sprayed liquid poop everywhere, the smell was unbearable and it pretty much cleared the store of customers.
FoxPhoenix135 wrote: Buttery... don't take this the wrong way, but I think you should have to space out your posts more. They are just so darn depressing...
It wasn't all bad there. I was allowed to cuddle the residents in the corridors and public rooms of they asked, and one time a lady kissed me on the forehead for sorting out her cardigan buttons.
I had to break up a lot of fights in the games room, and got stabbed with a fork once for my efforts.
At one point Frazzled worked with children. Some say this was a bad idea given Frazzled hatred of all things non-canine. Frazzled work as a defacto carney in a crapped out kids amusement park. The machinery was ancient and never ever kept up.
On one ride-cars and motorcycles on a merrygoround, if you stepped on the central frame it would open up the floor boards and the machinery. Well it was so messed up kids could run along and open those boards just by running by.
So I told you that story to tell you this one. When you ran these rides, most of them you did not keep a true account but had an idea in your head of who got off so you could start letting other people on (or helping the little germ machines onto their rides). Well I had a weird feeling so I circled the thing, noticed one of the boards up. I climbed up to it and a kid had slid through the open board and was sitting ON TOP THE OPEN GEARS.
Had I not checked it would have been horror movie time.
Hey, this isn't Frazzled saved the day, it says horror stories on the label and it's Grud dammed horror stories I came for! Not a warm glow or happy flappy granny cuddling!
One of the things we must do before creating product for a client, but after taking their money, is log final confirmation of their go-ahead. An email, a text, and instant message, etc.
One of the girls working in our department used her phone to screenshot confirmation over Whatsapp messenger.
She submitted to the system. She then realised her Whatsapp messenger image backgroup was her very clearly performing oral sex on her boyfriend.
Cue a group scramble to remove all traces of the image from the system before the boss saw.
"How did you not notice?"
"It's been my picture for eight months."
"Why not a nicer picture, or a pet?"
"I really liked looking at it."
Before anyone thinks I'm shaming her for that picture...
This wasn't about the particular act, so much as the humour of uploading it to our system. It could just as easily have been her cat or baby, and we'd have had to take it out. But there was urgency due to it being a visible cock.
I like her very much, and she is often immensely kind and thoughtful. But also this kind of thing happens very regularly.
I've worked with people like that.One of my coworkers came in one day on some kind of cold or cough medicine and started rambling about her proclivity for oral sex, sex during menstruation, and, for some reason, public transportation in Philly. That was a weird day.
We also used to have a couple who both worked in the cafe and who would ...disappear into the back room of the cafe (which was isolated from the more heavily trafficked back areas, and apparently not monitored). I remember the meeting when one of the supervisors just casually mentioned that they seemed to take a long time in the back and everyone just sort of put the pieces together all at the same time, then simultaneously all turned toward the GM. "Aww gak."
I'm pretty sure nothing has happened in our building due to large glass doors on all the offices, but I'm praying I never get picked to go to a trade show, as there are a lot of legendary deal closing activities I'm not equipped to cope with.
I'm afraid I can't tell you my specific job, as that narrows my placement down to a few companies in the UK.
The short version is I take clients' ideas and designs and make them... designier. There's a lot of sitting in front of computers.
I occasionally escape into production and get to weed vinyl, because the computer monitors are very hot.
Sgt. Vanden wrote: -Was at FLGS about a week ago
-One of my mates was meeting a random for a 40k game there
-I was gonna be the 'neutral'(yea fucken right...) judge
-30mins after arranged time guy shows up
-Mates ok with it
-Game starts
-Space Marine vs Dark Eldar
-Game going great, everybody having gak tonne of fun
-Hear noise couple metres behind me
-Mate goes pale
-Turn and see a random holding a bowie knife
-He's adressing Store manager
-Store manager getting money out of register
-Random leans in too close to Store Manager
-Store Manager grabs his wrist and pulls him close
-Headbutts
-Guy drops knife
-Random that was playing game with my mate tackles robber and restrains him
-He pulls out a badge and handcuffs
-mfw I realise I was reffing a undercover cop
-Guy gets arrested
-I buy cop pizza
-Space Marines win
-Store manager shows us photo of him and his Karate class
-Lol'd
You must be new here. This is the "horror story" thread. That sounds awesome!!
Sgt. Vanden wrote: -Was at FLGS about a week ago
-One of my mates was meeting a random for a 40k game there
-I was gonna be the 'neutral'(yea fucken right...) judge
-30mins after arranged time guy shows up
-Mates ok with it
-Game starts
-Space Marine vs Dark Eldar
-Game going great, everybody having gak tonne of fun
-Hear noise couple metres behind me
-Mate goes pale
-Turn and see a random holding a bowie knife
-He's adressing Store manager
-Store manager getting money out of register
-Random leans in too close to Store Manager
-Store Manager grabs his wrist and pulls him close
-Headbutts
-Guy drops knife
-Random that was playing game with my mate tackles robber and restrains him
-He pulls out a badge and handcuffs
-mfw I realise I was reffing a undercover cop
-Guy gets arrested
-I buy cop pizza
-Space Marines win
-Store manager shows us photo of him and his Karate class
-Lol'd
You must be new here. This is the "horror story" thread. That sounds awesome!!
Oh feth, misread the thread...Brb while I find a thread suitible...
I was filling shelves at a local mom and pop grocery store. Wheeled a pallet of dog food into the pet aisle and was greeted by the sight of an elderly man squatting by the Alpo, pants down, gaking on the floor.
I wasn't sure whether to call for help or direct him to the paper products, but instinct kicked in and I ran away to the manager's office to inform her there was an old bloke taking a dump near the pet food and it was probably in breach of health code.
We returned to the scene of the crime and the suspect had fled, never to be seen again...
Buttery Commissar wrote: I'm counting today.
Got pulled outside by the boss of the entire company in what I assumed was going to be a "GTFO" conversation.
Turns out he was concerned that I look perpetually worried.
I had to explain that is my face, it always looks like that.
Should have said you're perpetually worried about getting pulled outside by the boss and that the entire scenario is manifesting your nightmares.
Buttery Commissar wrote: I'm counting today.
Got pulled outside by the boss of the entire company in what I assumed was going to be a "GTFO" conversation.
Turns out he was concerned that I look perpetually worried.
I had to explain that is my face, it always looks like that.
Mine would also always look like that if I'd had seen the things you've seen
I went from 5 days a week, to one, to none because of the gak I had to deal with in one of those.
The place I worked was the city's distribution center, so mostly a warehouse with a bit of a storefront. We went through four managers in as many months, and most of the "volunteers" lasted shorter than that.
The place was a dump (worse than your general store jobs, at least the messes are spaced throughout the day). Clothes lying on the floor, the books collapsed into a big pile next to the shelves, empty drinks cans in the toys section... My nightmare with the place was I cared about the presentation, so my days devolved into taking every hour out of three putting back the carnage the customer's made. ...Which set the expectation that I was the cleaner, so then people complained the place was a dump and why wasn't *I* tidying it up.
...Then one manager said that policy didn't permit me to tidy stuff up. I needed to do a health and safety course first. I did the course. I followed the material the letter. Want me to clean that top shelf? Out comes the ladders and warning signs.
Eventually the savvy guy who wasn't a policy tyrant took over (the guy who actually tried to make the place money instead of selling just clothes and throwing out brand new consoles). I was already going out the door by then. Some pretty outspoken Nazis started volunteering there the next day.
Mess, stolen dvds, clothes all over the place and such. A literal bin bag of house hold rubbish... Box of used Ann summers prodcts . Why. Just why! Staff where great I admit, and met a very good friend there just some days. Like fact I just was in a car crash bad knee, oh, can I move heavy boxes.... Like hmmm if you want your entire cargo of stuff to send off broken...
Ok there was the x box one fully factory sealed once, damn! Itbwas when first out too....
Several cheap 40k sets I got for next to nothing.
Ideal for my tight budget wargamming!
We had regular customers we called emotional vampires or joy vampires who would just come in and bitch at the sales staff for as long as they could. They weren't scamming for a better deal. They weren't angry about something reasonable. They just wanted to shout at people who had to stand there and take it.
I remember one lady insulting the barista because her cookie was too cold, and then shouting at the barista when the cookie was warm.
Things that just come back to you... I used to work in a store that was physically half of an entire street. Something like four stories high, and six buildings wide. Ancient, freezing, and weird Narnia-esque corridors where you'd change floor without realising you'd walked up a ramp, such was the length of the building.
I was in the attic collecting a box of stock, and the manager just stops me, "Don't walk that way, go back around the way you came."
"Oh, sure. Why?" I assumed there'd been a roof leak.
"You'd die, this floor stops just around the corner."
So I put down the box, grip the shelving and slowly walk and peer around, and sure enough, there's an entirely unmarked drop to the basement.
There's probably still a superman style hand print in the shelf, and I don't think I unclenched for a week.
Buttery Commissar wrote: Things that just come back to you... I used to work in a store that was physically half of an entire street. Something like four stories high, and six buildings wide. Ancient, freezing, and weird Narnia-esque corridors where you'd change floor without realising you'd walked up a ramp, such was the length of the building.
I was in the attic collecting a box of stock, and the manager just stops me, "Don't walk that way, go back around the way you came."
"Oh, sure. Why?" I assumed there'd been a roof leak.
"You'd die, this floor stops just around the corner."
So I put down the box, grip the shelving and slowly walk and peer around, and sure enough, there's an entirely unmarked drop to the basement.
There's probably still a superman style hand print in the shelf, and I don't think I unclenched for a week.
Buttery Commissar wrote: Things that just come back to you... I used to work in a store that was physically half of an entire street. Something like four stories high, and six buildings wide. Ancient, freezing, and weird Narnia-esque corridors where you'd change floor without realising you'd walked up a ramp, such was the length of the building.
I was in the attic collecting a box of stock, and the manager just stops me, "Don't walk that way, go back around the way you came."
"Oh, sure. Why?" I assumed there'd been a roof leak.
"You'd die, this floor stops just around the corner."
So I put down the box, grip the shelving and slowly walk and peer around, and sure enough, there's an entirely unmarked drop to the basement.
There's probably still a superman style hand print in the shelf, and I don't think I unclenched for a week.
We had access to the roof in my old store. In the roof there was a fifty by fifty foot hole that went straight to the ground. No access to it from anywhere else, if you fell down youd die.
it was not a chain store. I'd have reported the gak out of it if it were.
A few months after I left, the owner's son came to collect him, couldn't get a reply and found him dead in his office. It breaks my heart that it happened that way.
The guy was awesome, even though I was just shop floor staff, he would find my parents and check that my hours weren't stopping me from doing well at school.
No one ever died at my store, so far as I know, but we did have a cashier who missed shifts twice because she was in the ER for coke-related heart problems and once because she was in jail. She was the best damn cashier, too.
Someone did get a gushing head wound once, and left a trail of blood from the store to his car. He refused to wait for an ambulance or to be treated, and mall security couldn't stop him from staggering to his car and dazedly driving away.
Working in retail, albeit at a high street payday loan company, threats of violence and death were daily occurrences.
Customers have thrown cups, plates, vases, shoes and a myriad of other random things at me.
Its safe to say that i stand out in a crowd due to my height and stuff, so I've been spotted by customers out in town and had to fend off their aggression on several occasions.
When it comes to money, people are ultra passionate. Even more so when they're being ripped off by payday loans and are then hounded by the providers when they cant afford to pay them back.
Payday loans are depressingly bad and are a stain on any society they appear in. The only people who benefit are the providers themselves.
One of the sadder stories that always come to mind when thinking of my days there was when we had a couple of bobbies come into store saying they had found a guy dead in his flat/bedsit. The guy in question had been one of customers. He went 'past due' (didn't pay back on time), so we hounded him as per the company policy. When his body had been found, our calls chasing him were the last he had received. I cant help thinking that the stress we were putting him through exasperated his health issues. I remember him saying on one of the calls that he had health issues, but being the cynic i was at the time, we dismissed this and hounded him further anyway.
The police couldn't find any next of kin details for the dead guy so they had to ask us to provide what we had on file.
That being said, we had some genuinely lovely customers too.
Long story short, everything that goes on in a payday loan store is a horror story.
My grandfather told me this story a long time ago, it happened sometime in the 70s in Communist occupied Poland, I dont remember exactly what he was doing there but it was some sort of work related thing on a train.
Anyway, there were a bunch of people there, including a German couple and a Polish Holocaust survivor with PTSD.
Sometime during the train ride the German man started giving abuse, shouting at other passengers in mostly German and being a dick to everyone in general, this went on for a while but the Polish guy lost his nerve, walked up to the German guy, dragged him to an exit and threw him out a moving train, killing him.
Sadly because Communism and because PTSD wasn't really that recognised back then he got something like 20 years in jail and died a few years in.
Daemonhammer wrote: My grandfather told me this story a long time ago, it happened sometime in the 70s in Communist occupied Poland, I dont remember exactly what he was doing there but it was some sort of work related thing on a train.
Anyway, there were a bunch of people there, including a German couple and a Polish Holocaust survivor with PTSD.
Sometime during the train ride the German man started giving abuse, shouting at other passengers in mostly German and being a dick to everyone in general, this went on for a while but the Polish guy lost his nerve, walked up to the German guy, dragged him to an exit and threw him out a moving train, killing him.
Sadly because Communism and because PTSD wasn't really that recognised back then he got something like 20 years in jail and died a few years in.
Moral of the story, don't insult Poles when you are on a Polish train.
Well since communism collapsed we actually have food on shelves in shops now, so thats pretty cool
Seriously though, rarely anything serious ever happens in retail shops in Poland, its usually pretty calm. Especially compared to some of the stuff im reading here.
I have retail horror stories that are less about the customers and more about the employees.
Such gems would include getting thrown from a moving vehicle because someone thought it would be fun to go off-roading in a vehicle with a MILK CRATE as a passenger seat.
One of the employees spraying another employee with gasoline and setting them on fire for fun.
Discovering one of the employees has gone missing for most of the day and searching for him for a few hours only to discover he was accidentally shrink-wrapped inside a boat.
The employee who spent 10 years in federal prison threatening to use various engine lubes and greases for not their intended purposes on/with other employees.
The employee who was careless and damaged a customer's boat and refused to pay for it who later found the boss's bulldozer parked on top of his car.
So, some about my time at the water park. So I was working the Dippin dot hut/Icee stand. We sell dippen dots and suvenir icee cups. the cheapest cup is 10$. One day, the whole park is out of dippin dots(They sent us expired ones) so im selling ice cream sandwiches/pops. A Father comes up demanding to know why we are not selling dippin dots. I explained to him what happened. He then asked to see the 10$ cup. two of them. I set them down, he says "Thanks" and walks off with them. me and my supervisor look at eachother dumpfound. My supervisor likes me though and sends me off with an ENTIRE box of dippin dots for home. The guy then sees me and throws a fit saying im stealing from the park. I tell security that he is harassing me. Him and his family is thrown out. One time I found a little girl looking scared and crying. I said "Lets go find security and they will help you" She runs off and im not gonna chase a girl in the park. So I tell HR who is roaming that park where she went.Than an hour later the mom comes by my hut, apologizes, says her daughter was scared of me cause I look like a stranger and then laughs and puts a 20$ bill in my pocket and says thank your. Then there was a time a massive fight broke out between a 20 strong black family and a 30 strong Asian family over chairs. There was so much blood in the pool. Then the company picnic happened where a guy got drunk and tried to lure 14 year old girls to his cabana. Where his boss was. Then there was a time when the cabanas hosted a Rap party and man did that not end well. Customers where mad, the partiers where angry. Another fight broke out. The best had to be the concert where some no name artist came and visited the park. He was only played for 30 minutes, he was supposed to for an hour. Why? he got frusterated no one knew the lyrics to his song.
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adzila wrote: Working in retail, albeit at a high street payday loan company, threats of violence and death were daily occurrences.
Customers have thrown cups, plates, vases, shoes and a myriad of other random things at me.
Its safe to say that i stand out in a crowd due to my height and stuff, so I've been spotted by customers out in town and had to fend off their aggression on several occasions.
When it comes to money, people are ultra passionate. Even more so when they're being ripped off by payday loans and are then hounded by the providers when they cant afford to pay them back.
Payday loans are depressingly bad and are a stain on any society they appear in. The only people who benefit are the providers themselves.
One of the sadder stories that always come to mind when thinking of my days there was when we had a couple of bobbies come into store saying they had found a guy dead in his flat/bedsit. The guy in question had been one of customers. He went 'past due' (didn't pay back on time), so we hounded him as per the company policy. When his body had been found, our calls chasing him were the last he had received. I cant help thinking that the stress we were putting him through exasperated his health issues. I remember him saying on one of the calls that he had health issues, but being the cynic i was at the time, we dismissed this and hounded him further anyway.
The police couldn't find any next of kin details for the dead guy so they had to ask us to provide what we had on file.
That being said, we had some genuinely lovely customers too.
Long story short, everything that goes on in a payday loan store is a horror story.
So what your saying is if I want to make money, I should open a pay day loan place?
I should add that to my Idea of business ventures, tha also include buying an hotel in Santa cruz, renovating it, than selling rooms to desperate students for 1000$ a month.
Ok we had one lad who would work the twilight shift putting stock out and he would pillage the office areas for sweets each night. Me and another manager got fed up with the moaning from the office girls so we went to the local chemist and got the biggest bar of x-lax chocolate we could find re wrapped it in dairy milk wrapper and left it in a draw ....now one chunk of this stuff was enough to keep you super regular for 48hrs he eat 32 chunks in one go .... rang in sick for the next 5 days with explosive diarrhea this ment he was over his allowed sick days so i sacked him :\ lol
CURNOW wrote: Ok we had one lad who would work the twilight shift putting stock out and he would pillage the office areas for sweets each night. Me and another manager got fed up with the moaning from the office girls so we went to the local chemist and got the biggest bar of x-lax chocolate we could find re wrapped it in dairy milk wrapper and left it in a draw ....now one chunk of this stuff was enough to keep you super regular for 48hrs he eat 32 chunks in one go .... rang in sick for the next 5 days with explosive diarrhea this ment he was over his allowed sick days so i sacked him :\ lol
Food service is pretty much one long horror story. It's where you learn that some bad customers get a fried dishrag. Or a steak that's been seasoned in the pants as well as the floor. And sometimes they tip change on a table of twenty plus. Or get irate demand to know why you don't serve a given item on the menu.
Then there is fast food where once you deal with a fryer and grease trap, you pretty much know you're in hell.
I once ran a store where the toilet was clearly marked "NO PAPER TOWELS IN TOILET- TOILET PAPER ONLY!" and toilet paper was provided. And it wasn't even the cruddy waxy scratchy stuff- it was legit soft toilet paper that we bought to try to make it a nicer place. This was a small game store in a somewhat older shopping center, so there was only the single toilet bathroom that everyone had to use.
Needless to say, on more than one occasion, someone did flush towels. And on a particularly pleasant occasion, the next person took a huge, nasty, crap. When that didn't flush, the next person apparently, despite seeing a bowl full of crap and about to overflow, happily peed and then flushed. So finally a customer comes up and is like up, your bathroom smells really bad. I thought this odd as we regularly cleaned it (I wiped up so much pee....). So I go back there to find a gurgling fountain of urine, feces, and toilet water happily flooding all over the bathroom. That was a fun afternoon of cleaning...
At the same store I also made the terrible mistake of asking a larger gentleman in cargo shorts and his girlfriend if I could help them. Everything went well until I responded with a polite yes sir to a question, at which point he made a scowl, and her eyebrows raised. Turns out, despite the slight facial hair, it was 2 she's. I quickly apologized and corrected myself, and they didn't make a big deal, but there were quite brusk after that and I felt pretty terrible.
Payment was also sometimes interesting. The saddest was probably a scrawny kinda nerdy kid who hung out with a more outspoken kid and they both loved Magic. Now we had a community land card box as well as a big commons box where people would donate all the zillions of commons from drafts and events. They were free (within reason) and were great for the younger kids to build janky decks with and learn the game. Especially those who obviously didn't have much money like these two. So this kid loved angels and I felt bad since both these guys seemed to have pretty absentee parents and seemed like good kids, so had tossed him a couple of angel cards and given a few rares to his buddy from my personal collection.
One day the kid comes in and says he saved up a bunch of money and proceeds to pull out a bunch of quarter rolls to buy packs. Maybe $50 in quarters. Impressed, I cut him a discount and wish him luck on his pulls.
The next day, an old lady comes in and asks if a kid had bought some cards with a bunch of quarters. I tell her that had happened. She leaves and hauls the kid in and makes him tell me what he had done. Apparently, he had stolen part of his grandfather's collection of quarters, rolled them up and brought them in. He sheepishly admitted it but wouldn't look at me the whole time. To make matters worse, apparently his grandfather was disabled so didn't even realize what was going on until grandmother figured it out. She didn't ask for a refund, just asked if she could exchange $50 for the quarters. Problem was that we had just done a bank drop the previous day, so I didn't even have them. I pulled $50 and offered it back to her, but she refused. I told her we didn't need the cards back and were more than happy to refund her, but she insisted that the kid was going to pay it back and thanked me and left. Needless to say, never saw the kid up at the store again.
CURNOW wrote: Ok we had one lad who would work the twilight shift putting stock out and he would pillage the office areas for sweets each night. Me and another manager got fed up with the moaning from the office girls so we went to the local chemist and got the biggest bar of x-lax chocolate we could find re wrapped it in dairy milk wrapper and left it in a draw ....now one chunk of this stuff was enough to keep you super regular for 48hrs he eat 32 chunks in one go .... rang in sick for the next 5 days with explosive diarrhea this ment he was over his allowed sick days so i sacked him :\ lol
Though funny, thats messed up yo. sacking him from a prank? seems overboard
yeah, If I knew about that, I ould be lawyering up. While stealing candy isnt exactly nice, I dont think thats kinda not really a fireable offense IMO.
hotsauceman1 wrote: So what your saying is if I want to make money, I should open a pay day loan place?
I should add that to my Idea of business ventures, tha also include buying an hotel in Santa cruz, renovating it, than selling rooms to desperate students for 1000$ a month.
Yes. Although you should really be a "full service" short term lender: Car Title Loans, Mortgage Loans, Payday Loans, Cash for Gold - the works, all under 1 roof. Vertically integrate into Repo / Towing as well, then Bail Bonds.
Sure, it is super predatory, but you are guaranteed to make money for the rest of your life. Fortunately, you will have enough money to buy whatever mirror it takes to make you feel good about the people's lives you will destroy.
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hotsauceman1 wrote: You do realize that could kill someone? causing them to become super dehydrated?
And?
I fething hate food stealers.
That is total BS. If I were in a big office, I'd be making literal gak sandwiches from clearance meats and leaving them in the fridge with a "WARNING!! DO NOT TAKE, DO NOT EAT!" label on them. Steal my food, I really don't care if you get E.Coli or salmonella.
That is total BS. If I were in a big office, I'd be making literal gak sandwiches from clearance meats and leaving them in the fridge with a "WARNING!! DO NOT TAKE, DO NOT EAT!" label on them. Steal my food, I really don't care if you get E.Coli or salmonella.
***Interesting how closely that matches the definition of involuntary manslaughter and potentially voluntary manslaughter. :( Don't mess with JHD's peanut butter and jelly! I prefer the tried and true "fork in the arm" technique myself.
Point 1. Don't eat things that aren't yours that's theft and is a sackable offence.
Point 2. Check that chocolate hasn't got x-lax in writing moulded into the top .
Point 3. Don't be a useless numpty who wouldn't be missed anyway .
Point 4. If your going to be off ill don't let it be day your 30th ish day off buy may that year .
My girlfriend used to own an ice cream shop, she's got all kinds of horror stories.. most of them have to do with old people coming in the afternoon and turning the bathroom into a disaster area, and sometimes buying 1 cheapy kid sized cone on the way out for the trouble. Suddenly makes you appreciate those places that just have a window to place your order.
-Sitting at train station -Mildly overweight man sits next to me -Asks when the next train is -Tell him -Seems nice enough -See hes holding a bag from Gee dubs -Ask if he plays -We get into a giant conversation about GW and what we play -Nice guy -Train arrives -We get on -Sit down together and start talking -He stops randomly -Starts weezing -Oh gak.jpg -Falls off seat -Several people start panicking and pick up their phones -All calling ambo -Oh gak -He can't breathe -Somebody hands phone to me -Operator on other line -"Stab him in chest with kinfe then insert a straw of some kind anon" -Feth that -Get my (illegal) knife from bag and hand it to capable looking young man -"Stab him in chest with knife anon" -I usually faint at sight of blood -I stay on phone and direct the other person -He makes cut in guys chest -For some reason I havent fainted yet -'Insert straw' -Straw inserted -Guy breathes again but is bleeding pretty bad -Train stops -We drag guy out (carefully) and place him on the platform -Wait until ambo gets there -He goes to hospital -I take next train home -Hold my dog for 4 hours
Sgt. Vanden wrote: -Sitting at train station
-Mildly obese man sits next to me
-Asks when the next train is
-Tell him
-Seems nice enough
-See hes holding a bag from Gee dubs
-Ask if he plays
-We get into a giant conversation about GW and what we play
-Nice guy
-Train arrives
-We get on
-Sit down together and start talking
-He stops randomly
-Starts weezing
-Oh gak.jpg
-Falls off seat
-Several people start panicking and pick up their phones
-All calling ambo
-Oh gak
-He can't breathe
-Somebody hands phone to me
-Operator on other line
-"Stab him in chest with kinfe then insert a straw of some kind anon"
-Feth that
-Get my (illegal) knife from bag and hand it to capable looking young man
-"Stab him in chest with knife anon"
-I usually faint at sight of blood
-I stay on phone and direct the other person
-He makes cut in guys chest
-For some reason I havent fainted yet
-'Insert straw'
-Straw inserted
-Guy breathes again but is bleeding pretty bad
-Train stops
-We drag guy out (carefully) and place him on the platform
-Wait until ambo gets there
-He goes to hospital
-I take next train home
-Hold my dog for 4 hours
The real question is, what happened to his mechandise?
Sgt. Vanden wrote: Handed it to the paramedic before they left, said it was the guys
Or at least thats what I tell people.
That is the real horror of the story.
I was just joking when I said that. I wouldn't do that to anyone. I know how expensive Gee Dubs products are, and there was probably a couple hundred dollars in that one bag. Would you steal money of a dying person? No. Would you steal expensive toys off a dying person? No.
Sgt. Vanden wrote: Handed it to the paramedic before they left, said it was the guys
Or at least thats what I tell people.
That is the real horror of the story.
I was just joking when I said that. I wouldn't do that to anyone. I know how expensive Gee Dubs products are, and there was probably a couple hundred dollars in that one bag. Would you steal money of a dying person? No. Would you steal expensive toys off a dying person? No.
Now if he's already dead on the other hand, I'm sure he would appreciate someone finishing the army for him...
CURNOW wrote: Ok we had one lad who would work the twilight shift putting stock out and he would pillage the office areas for sweets each night. Me and another manager got fed up with the moaning from the office girls so we went to the local chemist and got the biggest bar of x-lax chocolate we could find re wrapped it in dairy milk wrapper and left it in a draw ....now one chunk of this stuff was enough to keep you super regular for 48hrs he eat 32 chunks in one go .... rang in sick for the next 5 days with explosive diarrhea this ment he was over his allowed sick days so i sacked him :\ lol
Be glad you are not in the US of A, he would sue your ass off
One day in August (I think) , I went to my FLGS to get an imperial bunker (which I painted as an Ultramarines bunker). I had calculated the total (including sales tax) at $35.80. Well, when the clerk rang it up, he said "$35.81". So, I stood there, scared, thinking "What in the feth am I gonna do?" But then, I noticed a Take a penny\Leave a penny box with 6 pennies in it. I asked the clerk "Can I take a penny out of the red box?" and the clerk said "Sure, that's what it's there for." So I did, and went home with the bunker and $0.00.
Thing about it was, I checked my calculations again with an online Sales Tax Calculator (Rate was 8.5%), and I still got $35.80. I'm confused as to why it was $35.81 still.
Looking at this thread, I see you've got scarier stories than I've had.
I worked at an auto parts store in undergrad to help make ends meet. I was night manager, and had my run of the place. When it got slow I'd study, which the manager acquiesced to after I told him I'd have to work fewer hours to keep up with school work. There were days we were really slow, but still had to be open. My buddy had a bow, so we turned the back stock area into an archery range for our amusement.
On Superbowl Sunday we brought in a tv and watched the game. We'd service brake rotors on the lathe in exchange for pizza. I had sex with a girlfriend on the back office desk after closing the store. The manager robbed the place blind and was eventually fired by the district manager. I was getting paid more than the minimum wage jobs in the college town, so I worked there for over two years.
But the customers were the worst. Only two types of people fix their own cars: the dirt poor and the cheap. They'd call wanting me to diagnose their problem over the phone. They'd want their money back if they bought a part and it didn't fix their problem. The manager made me install some parts in the freezing cold on peoples' vehicles. Our special order service was a joke, constantly sent the wrong parts, and created nothing but headaches for the employees that would have to calm down a raving customer.
The district manager decided to hire another college kid that had never even changed his own oil. In a town full of redneck slackjaws dying to work there to get an employee discount on stupid things they didn't need for their truck he hires someone that had never turned a wrench. So my management duties extended to pouring my mechanical knowledge into him while juggling all the other duties on the fly. That was my first regular job after getting out of the Marines in 2005, and it sucked so bad it encouraged me to finish school so I'd never have to peddle another car battery again.
SlaveToDorkness wrote: I have to be honest, archery, sex, and Super Bowl don't really sound too horrible.
This. I was gonna say the first part is kind of the opposite of a horror story.
The chick was a femi-nazi and eventually made my life so miserable I had to kick her to the curb. But yeah, the boom boom time was good. I haven't dated a self described feminist since her.
Over righteous feminists, the bane of my existence. This has proven quite true in the workplace.
Back years ago my boss was rather strict. I never really held that against her, and to be honest the business itself was never smoother, more customer pleasing, cleaner, or profitable than when she was there. However many employees hated her, or to be precise MALE employees hated her. Turns out she hated men after: 1. Being the object of a drunken sex party when she was 16. 2. Finding her brow-beaten husband getting some nooky with her 18 year-old niece.
Turns out she had a strict anti-male philosophy. (I actually confirmed this later. After she quit I was promoted to management and had a look at the books). While she was in charge mid and upper management was STRICTLY female-only. With 50 or so employees the 8 managers were all female. Despite years of coming and going only women were ever offered those jobs.
Starting wages for regular employees were also different. Men started at $5.30, women at $5.50. (did I mention this was 20 years ago?) Women also got the preferred positions. If there was heavy lifting, grossness, burning hazards, or physical labor involved, it was basically a man's job. Women got customer service positions.
The preferred shifts (afternoons ending by 8pm for a more relaxing workday and still able to go to bed at a reasonable time) were usually given to women. If you needed time off and were male, better hope 5 women didn't need the day off too or you'd be denied in favor of the women.
This manager would also drop the hammer on any man for "sexual harassment" for even the slightest of transgressions. Meanwhile her side business was a sex-toy distributor. She's leave her catalogs and "product" in the office and we'd all have to look at it to do our jobs.
To top it off she'd intentionally pick on the most experienced male employee until they quit (this was actually pointed out by the other female managers repeatedly) Eventually that became me. I nearly quit that job until I learned she, herself, was quitting.
I rode out the next 5 weeks while gritting my teeth, only for the new management to be fair, to the point of instantly giving my a $2.50/ hour raise and a promotion.
cuda1179 wrote: Over righteous feminists, the bane of my existence. This has proven quite true in the workplace.
Spoiler:
Back years ago my boss was rather strict. I never really held that against her, and to be honest the business itself was never smoother, more customer pleasing, cleaner, or profitable than when she was there. However many employees hated her, or to be precise MALE employees hated her. Turns out she hated men after: 1. Being the object of a drunken sex party when she was 16. 2. Finding her brow-beaten husband getting some nooky with her 18 year-old niece.
Turns out she had a strict anti-male philosophy. (I actually confirmed this later. After she quit I was promoted to management and had a look at the books). While she was in charge mid and upper management was STRICTLY female-only. With 50 or so employees the 8 managers were all female. Despite years of coming and going only women were ever offered those jobs.
Starting wages for regular employees were also different. Men started at $5.30, women at $5.50. (did I mention this was 20 years ago?) Women also got the preferred positions. If there was heavy lifting, grossness, burning hazards, or physical labor involved, it was basically a man's job. Women got customer service positions.
The preferred shifts (afternoons ending by 8pm for a more relaxing workday and still able to go to bed at a reasonable time) were usually given to women. If you needed time off and were male, better hope 5 women didn't need the day off too or you'd be denied in favor of the women.
This manager would also drop the hammer on any man for "sexual harassment" for even the slightest of transgressions. Meanwhile her side business was a sex-toy distributor. She's leave her catalogs and "product" in the office and we'd all have to look at it to do our jobs.
To top it off she'd intentionally pick on the most experienced male employee until they quit (this was actually pointed out by the other female managers repeatedly) Eventually that became me. I nearly quit that job until I learned she, herself, was quitting.
I rode out the next 5 weeks while gritting my teeth, only for the new management to be fair, to the point of instantly giving my a $2.50/ hour raise and a promotion.
That's not a feminist, that's an donkey-cave. There's donkey-caves everywhere.
i started to right a sensible response about how all feminists are bad because one feminist is bad is exactly the same error as all men are bad because one man was bad.
then i realised that you're not stupid. you know this really. you just don't give a crap and want other men to believe and affirm this back, creating a zone on the internet where women know that feminism will not be tolerated.
cuda1179 wrote: Over righteous feminists, the bane of my existence. This has proven quite true in the workplace.
Back years ago my boss was rather strict. I never really held that against her, and to be honest the business itself was never smoother, more customer pleasing, cleaner, or profitable than when she was there. However many employees hated her, or to be precise MALE employees hated her. Turns out she hated men after: 1. Being the object of a drunken sex party when she was 16. 2. Finding her brow-beaten husband getting some nooky with her 18 year-old niece.
Turns out she had a strict anti-male philosophy. (I actually confirmed this later. After she quit I was promoted to management and had a look at the books). While she was in charge mid and upper management was STRICTLY female-only. With 50 or so employees the 8 managers were all female. Despite years of coming and going only women were ever offered those jobs.
Starting wages for regular employees were also different. Men started at $5.30, women at $5.50. (did I mention this was 20 years ago?) Women also got the preferred positions. If there was heavy lifting, grossness, burning hazards, or physical labor involved, it was basically a man's job. Women got customer service positions.
The preferred shifts (afternoons ending by 8pm for a more relaxing workday and still able to go to bed at a reasonable time) were usually given to women. If you needed time off and were male, better hope 5 women didn't need the day off too or you'd be denied in favor of the women.
This manager would also drop the hammer on any man for "sexual harassment" for even the slightest of transgressions. Meanwhile her side business was a sex-toy distributor. She's leave her catalogs and "product" in the office and we'd all have to look at it to do our jobs.
To top it off she'd intentionally pick on the most experienced male employee until they quit (this was actually pointed out by the other female managers repeatedly) Eventually that became me. I nearly quit that job until I learned she, herself, was quitting.
I rode out the next 5 weeks while gritting my teeth, only for the new management to be fair, to the point of instantly giving my a $2.50/ hour raise and a promotion.
That's not a feminist, that's an donkey-cave. There's donkey-caves everywhere.
Seconded. There are plenty of places around where men think women can't hack it, pay them less, and generally act like sexist arseholes. We don't call them 'meninists' though. Just sexist arseholes.
cuda1179 wrote: Over righteous feminists, the bane of my existence. This has proven quite true in the workplace.
Back years ago my boss was rather strict. I never really held that against her, and to be honest the business itself was never smoother, more customer pleasing, cleaner, or profitable than when she was there. However many employees hated her, or to be precise MALE employees hated her. Turns out she hated men after: 1. Being the object of a drunken sex party when she was 16. 2. Finding her brow-beaten husband getting some nooky with her 18 year-old niece.
Turns out she had a strict anti-male philosophy. (I actually confirmed this later. After she quit I was promoted to management and had a look at the books). While she was in charge mid and upper management was STRICTLY female-only. With 50 or so employees the 8 managers were all female. Despite years of coming and going only women were ever offered those jobs.
Starting wages for regular employees were also different. Men started at $5.30, women at $5.50. (did I mention this was 20 years ago?) Women also got the preferred positions. If there was heavy lifting, grossness, burning hazards, or physical labor involved, it was basically a man's job. Women got customer service positions.
The preferred shifts (afternoons ending by 8pm for a more relaxing workday and still able to go to bed at a reasonable time) were usually given to women. If you needed time off and were male, better hope 5 women didn't need the day off too or you'd be denied in favor of the women.
This manager would also drop the hammer on any man for "sexual harassment" for even the slightest of transgressions. Meanwhile her side business was a sex-toy distributor. She's leave her catalogs and "product" in the office and we'd all have to look at it to do our jobs.
To top it off she'd intentionally pick on the most experienced male employee until they quit (this was actually pointed out by the other female managers repeatedly) Eventually that became me. I nearly quit that job until I learned she, herself, was quitting.
I rode out the next 5 weeks while gritting my teeth, only for the new management to be fair, to the point of instantly giving my a $2.50/ hour raise and a promotion.
Holy crap was there truly no way to throw a lawsuit against that?
Over righteous feminists, the bane of my existence. This has proven quite true in the workplace.
Back years ago my boss was rather strict. I never really held that against her, and to be honest the business itself was never smoother, more customer pleasing, cleaner, or profitable than when she was there. However many employees hated her, or to be precise MALE employees hated her. Turns out she hated men after: 1. Being the object of a drunken sex party when she was 16. 2. Finding her brow-beaten husband getting some nooky with her 18 year-old niece.
Turns out she had a strict anti-male philosophy. (I actually confirmed this later. After she quit I was promoted to management and had a look at the books). While she was in charge mid and upper management was STRICTLY female-only. With 50 or so employees the 8 managers were all female. Despite years of coming and going only women were ever offered those jobs.
Starting wages for regular employees were also different. Men started at $5.30, women at $5.50. (did I mention this was 20 years ago?) Women also got the preferred positions. If there was heavy lifting, grossness, burning hazards, or physical labor involved, it was basically a man's job. Women got customer service positions.
The preferred shifts (afternoons ending by 8pm for a more relaxing workday and still able to go to bed at a reasonable time) were usually given to women. If you needed time off and were male, better hope 5 women didn't need the day off too or you'd be denied in favor of the women.
This manager would also drop the hammer on any man for "sexual harassment" for even the slightest of transgressions. Meanwhile her side business was a sex-toy distributor. She's leave her catalogs and "product" in the office and we'd all have to look at it to do our jobs.
To top it off she'd intentionally pick on the most experienced male employee until they quit (this was actually pointed out by the other female managers repeatedly) Eventually that became me. I nearly quit that job until I learned she, herself, was quitting.
I rode out the next 5 weeks while gritting my teeth, only for the new management to be fair, to the point of instantly giving my a $2.50/ hour raise and a promotion.
Holy crap was there truly no way to throw a lawsuit against that?
If his story is true, I'd imagine it would be a very uphill battle to get it taken seriously. Similar to child custody and divorce hearings, discrimination cases aren't very likely to side with the man in a situation like this. It's mainly just deeply held societal beliefs, like "the kid should go to the mother in custody unless she's sticking a heroin needle in her arm every day" or how men who didn't think to sign a prenup can get screwed in divorce hearings.
It'd be like trying to win a case saying you were racially discriminated against in a workplace because you were a white guy. Yes, it can happen, yes it could have evidence and merit to the case, but most still wouldn't believe it. You would need a massive pile of evidence and lots of witnesses on record to get anywhere with it.
And that's not a "bawwwww poor me I'm a white straight guy being oppressed" post either, if I saw a case where a guy like me was claiming discrimination against him in the workplace I'd be suspicious too, even though it's happened to me in the past a couple times.
Seconded. There are plenty of places around where men think women can't hack it, pay them less, and generally act like sexist arseholes. We don't call them 'meninists' though. Just sexist arseholes.
What company pays women less? That's illegal.
Thinking women can't hack it is just an opinion and is not punishable. It might even be an opinion reflecting years of experience in the industry.
Acting like a sexist arsehole gets you fired though. I work in HR, a field dominated by women.HR wouldn't take kindly to a woman being harassed.
Gaming store nightmares? Nothing on the scale of what has been described already, but there was one store here some years ago where any customer from an ethnic minority was completely, and intrusively shadowed around the shop by one of the workers. It was not pleasant. At all.
Over righteous feminists, the bane of my existence. This has proven quite true in the workplace.
Back years ago my boss was rather strict. I never really held that against her, and to be honest the business itself was never smoother, more customer pleasing, cleaner, or profitable than when she was there. However many employees hated her, or to be precise MALE employees hated her. Turns out she hated men after: 1. Being the object of a drunken sex party when she was 16. 2. Finding her brow-beaten husband getting some nooky with her 18 year-old niece.
Turns out she had a strict anti-male philosophy. (I actually confirmed this later. After she quit I was promoted to management and had a look at the books). While she was in charge mid and upper management was STRICTLY female-only. With 50 or so employees the 8 managers were all female. Despite years of coming and going only women were ever offered those jobs.
Starting wages for regular employees were also different. Men started at $5.30, women at $5.50. (did I mention this was 20 years ago?) Women also got the preferred positions. If there was heavy lifting, grossness, burning hazards, or physical labor involved, it was basically a man's job. Women got customer service positions.
The preferred shifts (afternoons ending by 8pm for a more relaxing workday and still able to go to bed at a reasonable time) were usually given to women. If you needed time off and were male, better hope 5 women didn't need the day off too or you'd be denied in favor of the women.
This manager would also drop the hammer on any man for "sexual harassment" for even the slightest of transgressions. Meanwhile her side business was a sex-toy distributor. She's leave her catalogs and "product" in the office and we'd all have to look at it to do our jobs.
To top it off she'd intentionally pick on the most experienced male employee until they quit (this was actually pointed out by the other female managers repeatedly) Eventually that became me. I nearly quit that job until I learned she, herself, was quitting.
I rode out the next 5 weeks while gritting my teeth, only for the new management to be fair, to the point of instantly giving my a $2.50/ hour raise and a promotion.
Holy crap was there truly no way to throw a lawsuit against that?
If his story is true, I'd imagine it would be a very uphill battle to get it taken seriously. Similar to child custody and divorce hearings, discrimination cases aren't very likely to side with the man in a situation like this. It's mainly just deeply held societal beliefs, like "the kid should go to the mother in custody unless she's sticking a heroin needle in her arm every day" or how men who didn't think to sign a prenup can get screwed in divorce hearings.
It'd be like trying to win a case saying you were racially discriminated against in a workplace because you were a white guy. Yes, it can happen, yes it could have evidence and merit to the case, but most still wouldn't believe it. You would need a massive pile of evidence and lots of witnesses on record to get anywhere with it.
And that's not a "bawwwww poor me I'm a white straight guy being oppressed" post either, if I saw a case where a guy like me was claiming discrimination against him in the workplace I'd be suspicious too, even though it's happened to me in the past a couple times.
Any type of person can be oppressed man. I just find it funny how people that are low income straight white males born within 20 years or a little more have oppressed anybody. I honestly don't think I could've had anything to do with what happened and I have had done nothing that oppressed any to my knowledge. I mean my life sucks too. It's not like I have an entire group to blame all my failings or bad fortune on (except myself obviously).
i started to right a sensible response about how all feminists are bad because one feminist is bad is exactly the same error as all men are bad because one man was bad.
then i realised that you're not stupid. you know this really. you just don't give a crap and want other men to believe and affirm this back, creating a zone on the internet where women know that feminism will not be tolerated.
I didn't call out all Feminists. I called out over-righteous feminists. There is a difference. To all the real feminists out there I give a big thumbs-up to. These are the ones that believe that women are just people, should be treated as such, and fight for true equality between the sexes. Then there are the "other" kind of Feminists. These are the ones that demand equality when convenient, but turn into helpless victims when it's not. The kind that demand equal rewards from unequal work. The kind that sets off a fire alarm during a men's rights rally. The kind that protested a man that defended himself against a violent woman because "men should never touch a woman, no matter what she does". This is the kind that labeled air conditioning "sexist". This is the kind the organize "slut walks" to point out that women shouldn't be judged on what they wear, but protest the odd attire of a European scientist who's team just landed a probe on an asteroid.
Boss has taken his first holiday in years.
Topic of conversation: Last time he went on holiday, someone was hospitalised by being sliced across the eyeball by a retracting tape measure.
This was inside the graphic design department. There's a red line on the floor that we're not allowed past in Production.
Unless it's lunch, because the lunch table is inside the red line.
Buttery Commissar wrote: This was inside the graphic design department. There's a red line on the floor that we're not allowed past in Production.
Unless it's lunch, because the lunch table is inside the red line.
That made me chuckle. For some reason reminds me of Paranoia. Except then they would intentionally make the lunch table a different clearance color!
Buttery Commissar wrote: Boss has taken his first holiday in years.
Topic of conversation: Last time he went on holiday, someone was hospitalised by being sliced across the eyeball by a retracting tape measure.
Sweet white skinned Jesus that hurts just reading about it.
Hey Buttery Commissar I heard you have some insane stories about Retail Stores and the like. I'm actually wondering how they compare to the stories I've had with roommates and if you'd be willing to add your roommate experiences. The guys in that thread said they were waiting for your inevitable appearance.
So this is a new one, even for me.
I now work in a place with a lot of departments. As newbie, I answer any phone calls that are not directed to any particular extension number.
We make things and design things.
So a man rings in, late on a Friday.
BC: Hello, Buttery Workplace, Buttery speaking-
Man: Hello, what are you doing for me? [Annoyed]
BC: ...Sorry?
Man: You keep ringing me, leaving messages, and I've been abroad for three months. I'm wondering how my order is going.
BC: Okay sir. Do you know who rang you?
Man: No.
[We always leave names at the start and end of the message, so this is advanced laziness in his part]
BC: Can you tell me what we are producing for you?
Man: I don't know, mate.
BC: ...Okay, what is the name of the shop that you are calling from?
Man: Torn. T-O-R-N-E.
BC: Have you paid us any kind of deposit or instalments?
Man: I'm not sure.
BC: Okay sir, I'm going to have to get someone to call you back.
Man: Today, okay? I want to know.
Turns out it was Thorne, he has not made an actual order. He had a quote for 10,000 leaflets and then went abroad without telling anyone.
Honestly if I don't focus on the nonsense, I'd cry.
One I remembered this afternoon...
Working at the department store, a well dressed elderly man came up and tried to pay us with a £5 coin. My colleague asks me if its legal, and to avoid embarassing him, I just take him to one side and open another checkout so I can talk to him.
He hands over the coin, and I find out it's a mint silver boxed £5 coin, extremely old, and worth at least £50-60 at the time.
"I can't accept this, it's worth far far more than your shopping."
"But it's all I have. I don't have anything else left."
This impeccably dressed old man, but if you looked, still shabby around the edges. I realise this is something I don't comprehend the depth of at 16.
I paid for his shopping on my wage credit, and took my break.
I went and got the guy in charge of deliveries to take the old man down to the local cash converters and get a good value for his coin.
It still bothers me that someone who had clearly made something of his life, was basically down to trading his posessions for food.
One I remembered this afternoon...
Working at the department store, a well dressed elderly man came up and tried to pay us with a £5 coin. My colleague asks me if its legal, and to avoid embarassing him, I just take him to one side and open another checkout so I can talk to him.
He hands over the coin, and I find out it's a mint silver boxed £5 coin, extremely old, and worth at least £50-60 at the time.
"I can't accept this, it's worth far far more than your shopping."
"But it's all I have. I don't have anything else left."
This impeccably dressed old man, but if you looked, still shabby around the edges. I realise this is something I don't comprehend the depth of at 16.
I paid for his shopping on my wage credit, and took my break.
I went and got the guy in charge of deliveries to take the old man down to the local cash converters and get a good value for his coin.
It still bothers me that someone who had clearly made something of his life, was basically down to trading his posessions for food.
That's because you're still a decent human being. Bravo, Butters
This happened to me on this last Wednesday morning about an hour and 45 min before I got off for my days off in the hotel I work as a front desk clerk/night audit clerk. A guest comes in to eat breakfast (after working road construction for the city all wee early morning). I catch him as he is about to dish up his food with his bare filthy hands. I tell him, "I'm sorry sir, but I have to ask you to use the provided equipment to dish the food up. It is a health, saftey thing." He gets pissed and yells at me, but finally gives up when I tell him, "Sir, you can either use the tongs and spoons to dish up or I can kick you out. And if you think I can't I will call my manager right now." He dishes up using a single spoon to do it all (thank god it wasn't the gravy spoon) and stomps off to his room.
What makes this a horror story? 20 min later after my final security check (takes about a 2-3 min to do) I come back to the front desk and the breakfast area to find this god awful smell coming from the breakfast area. I go to the breakfast area to find this same man from earlier cooking his diarrhea in a waffle iron because, "No one has the right to tell me how I dish up breakfast."
This man was so mad that I made him use spoons and tongs to dish up his breakfast that he went back to his room and took a bunch of fast acting laxatives and came back to squat over a waffle iron, do his business, and then COOK it.
We no longer offer waffles at work (which was something new we were doing).
Oh, wow, the pee and poop stories are back. Sure, I have plenty of those in my restaurant.
1. White trash mother not only changes her baby's soiled diaper on the table, but places it FACE DOWN on and empty plate and tells the waitress to deal with it.
2. An old man is mad that the bathroom was occupied, so he drops his pants outside the bathroom door and defecates there.
3. a LARGE woman (imagine 5'5" tall, and 550 pounds) has a butt that is so large she can't sit on our toilet. The toilet sits between a wall and a sink, and the gap is too small for her butt. She literally backs up over the toilet and liquid poos EVERYWHERE. On the seat, to the left of the toilet, to the right of the toilet, on the toilet tank, on the wall, running down the side of the sink.
4. We have a large immigrant Hispanic population that isn't used to flushing their toilet paper (as their native sewer systems can't handle it). So they wipe, then flick the paper across the room towards, but never quite in, the trash can.
5. An old woman with incontinence issues pooped herself. Her daughter literally bent her over the table, hiked up her dress, and wiped her down with wet wipes.
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NorseSig wrote: This happened to me on this last Wednesday morning about an hour and 45 min before I got off for my days off in the hotel I work as a front desk clerk/night audit clerk. A guest comes in to eat breakfast (after working road construction for the city all wee early morning). I catch him as he is about to dish up his food with his bare filthy hands. I tell him, "I'm sorry sir, but I have to ask you to use the provided equipment to dish the food up. It is a health, saftey thing." He gets pissed and yells at me, but finally gives up when I tell him, "Sir, you can either use the tongs and spoons to dish up or I can kick you out. And if you think I can't I will call my manager right now." He dishes up using a single spoon to do it all (thank god it wasn't the gravy spoon) and stomps off to his room.
What makes this a horror story? 20 min later after my final security check (takes about a 2-3 min to do) I come back to the front desk and the breakfast area to find this god awful smell coming from the breakfast area. I go to the breakfast area to find this same man from earlier cooking his diarrhea in a waffle iron because, "No one has the right to tell me how I dish up breakfast."
This man was so mad that I made him use spoons and tongs to dish up his breakfast that he went back to his room and took a bunch of fast acting laxatives and came back to squat over a waffle iron, do his business, and then COOK it.
We no longer offer waffles at work (which was something new we were doing).
Please tell me you either kicked his sorry butt out of the hotel, or at the very least added a charge to his credit card for the replacement cost of the waffle iron.
easysauce wrote: Was playing a 40k game once when one of the workers there walked by the table and knocked off a bunch of my models with his protruding belly.
As I was working through the shock of seeing my forgeworld models in pieces he told me "You really shouldn't have models that close to the board edge."
I just stood there stupefied that he would consider models that are in *my deployment zone* to be at fault as opposed to hi own carelessness in where he swung his gut.
Its a good thing I didn't have my metal dread in a sock handy or I might be typing this from prison to this day!
Although if I got a few players on the jury I am sure they wouldn't convict
you're a better man than I, I would have flipped out.
Please tell me you either kicked his sorry butt out of the hotel, or at the very least added a charge to his credit card for the replacement cost of the waffle iron.
Better, I kicked him out, the manager charged his room 250.00 + cost of waffle iron, and I called the police on him for indecent exposure.
Best part is I got to make him clean up the waffle iron mess while the police watched. It was glorious....once I got rid of the smell.
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SlaveToDorkness wrote: Why not call the police? If this guy has this much issue following simple common health regulations how the feth does he deal with real life??!
Honestly, I think the man was out to lunch and a semi-functioning crazy.
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jhe90 wrote: Damn... And I thought charity shop retail was bad....
Waffle irons... That's just...
The smell was far worse than the looks of things. I'm just glad he took the iron off the counter to do his business so all the other food items were "untouched".
Just a few "incidents" off the top of my head regarding some of my LGS experiences since moving to this area.
Last year a guy was playing in a Pathfinder group and every member of said group had their laptops out and playing various kinds of music, so he had to yell across the table to just be heard. After about an hour of this, I walked over to the table and politely asked all of the music to be turned off, yet the yeller continued his antics anyway. After two hours of listening to his yelling, I politely asked him to stop yelling and turn it down a notch as I was developing a massive migraine from all of this. Of course he decided to go on a tirade about how he lives in the US of A and can do whatever he wants.
I have tried preordering several items or sometimes ordering items through the same LGS. After they ask for all of my contact info, they usually precede to not hold said items or never contact me when they come in. Which means, I no longer order through them and instead go through online shops for all of gaming needs.
In the last year I've noticed that almost all of the wargamers that frequent the various LGSes are very insular or extremely cliquish. Every time I want to play a game I have to worry about who's pissed off who or who is friends with who to avoid any drama that might ensue. Some regulars refuse to talk to you if you're not playing the same game and a regular at said LGS.
A few years back a guy bought a game store out from under the original owner and promptly ran it into the ground with various bad decisions. A while after it folded he tried to restart his business by renting out an office space that was part of a tire warehouse.
In the last year I've noticed that almost all of the wargamers that frequent the various LGSes are very insular or extremely cliquish. Every time I want to play a game I have to worry about who's pissed off who or who is friends with who to avoid any drama that might ensue. Some regulars refuse to talk to you if you're not playing the same game and a regular at said LGS.
The thing is, that's less "wargamers" and more "people." The amount of drama my mother brings back from her church or card groups... Or my father brings from the golf club (usually about teeing times), really does make me think that wargamers can be too hard on themselves...
Store #1 ok lets go back a little bit, there used to be a game store where the owner had what was called a mystery 40K game rounds where for a fee people got envelopes which had slips of paper for various units and such for a 40K game (ea. slip corresponded to a unit you would get) but rumour had it that it was rigged with the store owners buddies getting the good unit while everyone else got a small fraction of the entry fees worth of troops, that store soon closed telling its customers they were moving with a few people still having credit for the store and such, they never returned with several companies like GW looking for them for money owed them.
Store #2 this store has been around for decades but under several owners and is mostly for Magic and Yu-Gi-Oh games (don't think any miniature games are played there), anyway this store has a rep of not being very customer friendly or really much of a store, even though it has the floor space for miniature games the owner is not a big fan of endorsing them or even having them played there with his employees being "contract" employees working on commission (to avoid certain labor laws).
Store #3 this is probably one of the good stores, sadly its foot print isn't big enough to play one game of Magic sadly
Store #4 this store is a mixed bag it has the space for miniature games and even plays miniature games, but if you want to play there you have to be a paying customer every time, which wouldn't be a bad thing except their selection while varied (lots of unique items in fact only place that has RRT) their selection of any specific line is minimal at best, I have been 2 the store twice one time went looking for 40K orcs and not a single GW ork product was available, nor any regular imperial troops, also while they have space finding a game is hard and few, with many players going to another town for a game.
nothing big and shocking in any of them but nothing remarkable and saying great store either around here.
This one is not really that bad, but it did irk me at the time. I think it was the 4th edition necron codex (which ever edition was around in 2011) that was being released on my birthday. I reserved a copy weeks in advance and paid a deposit.
The thing is, my FLGS isn't exactly "local". I have to drive 70 miles to get there. That morning I called to make sure it arrived. It had and they guaranteed me that my copy was secured. After a long, lousy, stressful workday I made the long drive (it was my birthday after all) to pick up my book.
When I got there the "new guy" behind the counter told me they were sold out. When I asked him to look in the "reserved" pile he just gave me a blank look. When the guy I knew came over he figured out that the new guy had been selling the reserved copies from under the counter.
Although my birthday sucked I came back two weeks later to pick up a copy. They wanted to charge me full price, even though I had all ready paid a deposit. Apparently their "records" showed I had all ready picked up my copy. After some verbal jousting they reluctantly gave me credit for my deposit.
Just remembered one of the things I once turned down as a commission.
I used to create custom hoodies and shirts for people, complete one-off pieces. Usually done privately and none of tne requests I had were ever NSFW, creepy or whatever.
Except one.
A girl messaged me and asked if I could make her a My Little Pony shirt with two ponies she had designed.
Actually one of my specialities as a vector artist, so I agreed.
"Who are the ponies?"
"My original character in camos, and Drummer Lee Rigby."
Nope nope nopeity nope.
Buttery Commissar wrote:Just remembered one of the things I once turned down as a commission.
I used to create custom hoodies and shirts for people, complete one-off pieces. Usually done privately and none of tne requests I had were ever NSFW, creepy or whatever.
Except one.
A girl messaged me and asked if I could make her a My Little Pony shirt with two ponies she had designed.
Actually one of my specialities as a vector artist, so I agreed.
"Who are the ponies?"
"My original character in camos, and Drummer Lee Rigby."
Nope nope nopeity nope.
Matthew wrote:Oh, like the people who make Ponies of the Columbine shooters? Stay away from those people.
That's just sick. Next thing you know they'll be making ponies of the shooter from the recent Orlando gay night club massacre...
That's just sick. Next thing you know they'll be making ponies of the shooter from the recent Orlando gay night club massacre...
What happened to me tonight wasn't quite that bad.
Had someone rent a pet room (dogs and caged birds only) and they paid for three dogs (max number allowed in the room). I caught them sneaking in a dyed pink miniature horse for their amateur My little Pony porn shoot. I booted them out and notified the police because that sounded like cruelty to animals to me. And I thought diarrhea in a waffle iron was bad. Worst part was they tried to convince me to let them stay by offering me a "role" in their movie. All I had to do was put on a horse out fit and do some really disgusting stuff I WILL NOT mention here both to and with the female actor and the horse. All I could say was, "NOPE. NO WAY, NUH-UH."
Ahh, the dark, seedy underbelly to the Pony fandom.
Crazy people man, I tell you. The stories between me and my brother (we work security) is pretty amusing.
One of my tamer ones was, when I first started working at my job, I walked in on three people banging in a handicap stall. That is not the intended use for the handicap stall.
I mean, hearing two voices from a handicap stall isn't anything crazy, someone could need help using the washroom; no need to tap on the door and make things embarrassing either way.
The third voice saying 'I'm not finished yet" is what tipped me off.
Worked in various retail jobs and spent 3 years doing nightshifts in servo's (fuel stations). Had a gun pulled on me once, and a knife 3 times but not that remarkable to me. Also got grabbed a few times till they put the wire rope on front counter.
Was a common occurrence to have girls trying to get free stuff at 3am by exposing themselves (clubs/pubs shut at 3am), kinda disturbing was most of them would have there man with them, and some you would see later during the day coming in with kids and family lol. Also often had people having sex out back of the shop, was against rules to go outside at night so couldn't yell at them but kinda weird when were supposed to keep an eye on security cameras lol. least i know i'm not the voyeur type.
Had poop smeared all over toilets quite a few times and other things, worst was when 4 kids all decided to do there business on the floor at the same time, or used nappies left at the back of retail racks (their was bins at the front door and outside-wth?)
Sitting in office and had a person fall through roof-wasn't sure what the heck was happening but got cops there and found out he had been planning on waiting till i left to try t0o steal money from the safe.
Friday-sat night's always had at least one person come in to clean themselves up after getting into a punch up, called ambo's couple times for people who where to drunk to realize they where pretty badly hurt, one guy had been half scalped from falling over.
Was a manager for a time, at least once a week i'd have to deal with someone being sexually inappropriate with one of the girls, even having to forcibly evict people from the premises when they wouldn't stop. And after working 5am-1pm having to drive back down at 9pm every night due to girls having stalker ex's or recently broke up ect so they could be safe (and this was straight across road from police station too lol)
Had a lady fill the school bus up (diesel bus) with petrol, started the motor and it exploded and took 7hrs to clean up all the mess, another lady missed the brake's and hit the gas, drove through the front wall, through storage area of shop and out the back wall (built on hill so was 4mtr drop when she went through back wall), 1-2 meters further over and she would have taken me out too lol.
Lots more, but after working retail i'll just say nothing i read here has surprised me lol.
Meh, all fandoms are insane if you dig deep enough. Some are just more open. Yall should see the Homestuck fandom, or the adventure time fandom. They got some crazy stuff.
hotsauceman1 wrote: Meh, all fandoms are insane if you dig deep enough. Some are just more open. Yall should see the Homestuck fandom, or the adventure time fandom. They got some crazy stuff.
Know what else is open? That crotch and rear of the horse suit they wanted me to where to "act" in their movie.
This thread...I...how can this....did I miss something? Are you guys trying to come up with the best tall tales or something? Are we sure buttery isn't just working on a wargaming sitcom and seeing what we find funny and what goes too far? I think I'll just pretend that's what's going on.
Da krimson barun wrote: This thread...I...how can this....did I miss something? Are you guys trying to come up with the best tall tales or something? Are we sure buttery isn't just working on a wargaming sitcom and seeing what we find funny and what goes too far? I think I'll just pretend that's what's going on.
I saw a 50 year old man throw a temper tantrum. Fair to say most of these are believable.
Contemplate, given my posts, quite how bad that job was for me to actually quit.
Are there legal authorities a/o business associations you should be quietly notifying/ whistle blowing? If it was that bad, should something be done to end them?
My first job, when I was a teen, was at a diner/ ice cream shop. I live in a small, liberal city, basically paradise, and my upbringing was fairly sheltered.
Had a tourist couple come to the take out window shortly before closing for the evening for some ice cream. their change was a few pennies. The man chucks them on the floor through the window, saying, "That's for the <racist slur> that cleans the floors!", while his wife cackled. His conspiratorial smile made me sick. I was shocked. I had never heard this word used in it's actual negative context before. (Of course I had heard it before, NWA and Too Short were awesome!)
All I could say was, "I'm the guy who cleans the floor". They turned red and walked away.
There was absolutely nothing I could pin down on paper, plus as an apprentice I had less rights than a full employee. It was tiny things like moving the sign-in and clock-out time by two minutes. Inconsequential to everyone else, but it meant I could no longer get the 5.35 train that was across the road, I had to get two buses and make it a two hour trip.
I broke past 13hrs a day out of the house, for half of minimum wage.
They made my life absolute hell, and for the first time in my life, I was thinking I was beyond worthless.
I contemplated knuckling under, but decided they weren't going to take my life over. I handed in my notice and left.
Buttery Commissar wrote: There was absolutely nothing I could pin down on paper, plus as an apprentice I had less rights than a full employee. It was tiny things like moving the sign-in and clock-out time by two minutes. Inconsequential to everyone else, but it meant I could no longer get the 5.35 train that was across the road, I had to get two buses and make it a two hour trip.
I broke past 13hrs a day out of the house, for half of minimum wage.
They made my life absolute hell, and for the first time in my life, I was thinking I was beyond worthless.
I contemplated knuckling under, but decided they weren't going to take my life over. I handed in my notice and left.
Buttery Commissar wrote: There was absolutely nothing I could pin down on paper, plus as an apprentice I had less rights than a full employee. It was tiny things like moving the sign-in and clock-out time by two minutes. Inconsequential to everyone else, but it meant I could no longer get the 5.35 train that was across the road, I had to get two buses and make it a two hour trip.
I broke past 13hrs a day out of the house, for half of minimum wage.
They made my life absolute hell, and for the first time in my life, I was thinking I was beyond worthless.
I contemplated knuckling under, but decided they weren't going to take my life over. I handed in my notice and left.
I never thought I would see my breaking point.
All it took was a business with no clue, I got designated by default to try to keep it from the abyss while at every turn they "try" to tank the place.
I can say I fully support your need to walk form the job NOW.
A risk of mental health issues is not to be tolerated.
Good thing is, after working at places like that: other "normal" businesses seem like paradise in comparison.
I was treated so differently in my last week. Because I was untouchable in effect. No "extra" jobs, no cleaning or having to fetch and carry stuff for my managers. I was employed as a designer, but used as the company secretary.
Honestly the best week I spent there.
The frustrating part was how hit and miss they were with the bullying.
I came out to my manager and changed my name to one more "me" while employed there. My manager, married to the boss of the company. She absolutely did the legal thing and didn't even tell him why I changed my name.
So for over two months, he kept calling me by my original name and getting irate at me for doing such "a fething silly thing" as changing my name.
So I respect that management didn't see fit to out me, but on the other hand, some of the disciplinaries against me were insane.
(My colleagues who did know, were trying hard to get it right.)
Things I was held after hours to be told off for:
Not knowing how to use a phone headset without training
Not knowing how to fill out a phone correspondence form (I'm extremely dyslexic)
Insubordination, aggression and bullying of female staff
Racism (offering licorice to a black man)
Charging my phone using a cable that I brought from home.
(I hope it goes without saying that every single one if these was bewildering to me and my colleagues)
Buttery Commissar wrote: There was absolutely nothing I could pin down on paper, plus as an apprentice I had less rights than a full employee. It was tiny things like moving the sign-in and clock-out time by two minutes. Inconsequential to everyone else, but it meant I could no longer get the 5.35 train that was across the road, I had to get two buses and make it a two hour trip.
I broke past 13hrs a day out of the house, for half of minimum wage.
They made my life absolute hell, and for the first time in my life, I was thinking I was beyond worthless.
I contemplated knuckling under, but decided they weren't going to take my life over. I handed in my notice and left.
Good choice. Life's too short for crap jobs (and I heartily recommend the book "Crap Jobs" by the way...)
A guy at my FLGS volunteers and is filling time with light duty work due to health issues.
His wife in the last year has been coming by after work and hanging out and helping out a bit too.
A very nice, smart, pretty person.
I am unsure what drugs a patron was on at the time but he decided to hit on the lady rather hard (him mid 30'ish her mid 20's).
It was not quite a "Yo baby, you and me." but it was pretty much that.
The husband almost had his eyebrows crawl off his head and looked at her.
She gave him a look back like "I can handle this." and told the guy to "Move it, not interested".
The guy replied "You never know." and pinched her butt as he walked past and laughed.
They have a long counter and she was seated there with her laptop.
It was at a prominent height and an open back chair but really, really, unfortunate, poor impulse control all the same.
Things happened a little fast so I may not have it all correct:
- She flinched, turned around and slapped him hard to the side of the head (pretty sure she managed to "cup" the guy's ear..<ouch> ).
- The husband VAULTED over the counter and grabbed the guy by the back of his shirt and started dragging him backwards.
- I managed to get there in time before he decided to hit the guy or not and I said "Out he goes... now!" I grabbed the guy's arm to get him up and marched him to the exit.
(I honestly thought the guy was going to receive a beating, zero resistance from the guy which was a plus).
- I am unsure what the guy was babbling but I did say "Out the door now or the husband may beat you silly."
Who has the dead brains to pull a Neanderthal move like that?
Who pinches bums these days?
I assume the guy was off his meds or something.
Da krimson barun wrote: This thread...I...how can this....did I miss something? Are you guys trying to come up with the best tall tales or something? Are we sure buttery isn't just working on a wargaming sitcom and seeing what we find funny and what goes too far? I think I'll just pretend that's what's going on.
These are the stories I can share in public.
Consider that there are a lot that I can't. They're either borderline illegal, or too specifically identifiable. Or I really care for the people involved and would never want them to feel bad.
Da krimson barun wrote: This thread...I...how can this....did I miss something? Are you guys trying to come up with the best tall tales or something? Are we sure buttery isn't just working on a wargaming sitcom and seeing what we find funny and what goes too far? I think I'll just pretend that's what's going on.
These are the stories I can share in public.
Consider that there are a lot that I can't. They're either borderline illegal, or too specifically identifiable. Or I really care for the people involved and would never want them to feel bad.
And you are a good and responsible person for doing that. But, you have some of the WORST luck of anyone I have ever met (via internet forum or otherwise). I sometimes wonder if this thread should be relabeled Buttery's horrible experiences lol.
A very open minded person is awesome to be around.
Those who do not fit easily within social norms gravitate to those who can accept them.
Those who are off their medication, have a mental condition or are just plain narcissists find an open mind attractive to be around more-so.
Anyone else get the label "Psycho magnet" from their friends?
I was at a bar with some friends and some guy beside me says directly to me with no prior dialogue "Things have changed a lot since I got out of prison."
It is something about a face that looks like the person "cares".
I suppose a worried face will get that too...
Nothing says fun like when your boss assembles 60 people from the manufacturing floor to tell them: "Smarten up or I will fire you all and hire a bunch of trained monkeys.". Reality can be far stranger than fiction.
Talizvar wrote: I was at a bar with some friends and some guy beside me says directly to me with no prior dialogue "Things have changed a lot since I got out of prison."
Don't sweat that too much, he was just trying out the lyrics to his new country & western song.
Buttery Commissar wrote: There was absolutely nothing I could pin down on paper, plus as an apprentice I had less rights than a full employee. It was tiny things like moving the sign-in and clock-out time by two minutes. Inconsequential to everyone else, but it meant I could no longer get the 5.35 train that was across the road, I had to get two buses and make it a two hour trip.
I broke past 13hrs a day out of the house, for half of minimum wage.
They made my life absolute hell, and for the first time in my life, I was thinking I was beyond worthless.
I contemplated knuckling under, but decided they weren't going to take my life over. I handed in my notice and left.
Knowing when to tell a job they can go to hell is the hardest lesson I ever learned in life. Sometimes when you give them an inch they really will take you a mile. Best you can do is cut your losses and move on, because unless they would go out of business without you (and sometimes even if they would) they will never change.
It took me three jobs of being the guy stuck doing the hard work, getting stuck doing other people's jobs, and in general being the fall guy before I finally had enough and stopped putting up with it. They'd make excuses why they couldnt give me a raise when we were budgeted to have 4 people in my department and I was the only one left. They'd tell me I had to work 6 days a week then constantly talk about vacation and weekend plans in the office, then act confused when I was tired and said I never had time to do everything I needed to on my one day off.
My last job in Colorado for example was like that, quitting that job was the smartest thing I've done in a long time.
Mine has to be being lied to to come back to a job.
Was promised a lead position, even a supervisor later in the season.
I come back to find THE WORSE WORKER got the position instead. That, despite spending 4 years studying a degree, I was no more qualified for than the same person who came in the same season as me get it.
I guess all the "Your a great worker, we love you, you work hard, your great, we want you to come back next year" was just to keep me believing they really valued me, when they gave promotions to many other people.
hotsauceman1 wrote: Mine has to be being lied to to come back to a job.
Was promised a lead position, even a supervisor later in the season.
I come back to find THE WORSE WORKER got the position instead. That, despite spending 4 years studying a degree, I was no more qualified for than the same person who came in the same season as me get it.
I guess all the "Your a great worker, we love you, you work hard, your great, we want you to come back next year" was just to keep me believing they really valued me, when they gave promotions to many other people.
Well dont be too disheartened man.
Everyone has those jobs that burned em. All you can do is learn from it and move on.
Sell your resume right and keep networking and youll be fine
I know, my friends told me jobs do that all the time, and its something that they all do. Now that I think about it, i should have known.
but man, learning it the hard way is hard.
Not quite a horror story, but I've just finished a shift on the third day of my new (part time) job and one of the guys I was working with who's been doing the job for 24 years was in a passive-aggressive hostile strop making sarcastic remarks and snapping at me all day long because his team was given a newbie to work with and we finished 2 hours early instead of the usual 3 hours (when your rounds are finished, you go home and still get the full day's pay). Its a very physically demanding job and not something you can pick up on and be up to speed with people who've done it for years in just a couple of days.
Can't see myself doing this for life, even if they do offer to make me full time, and especially if I'm working with this guy on a regular basis. I'm attending a recruitment road show in a few weeks with a British Police Constabulary, so fingers crossed.
So, I applied for a new job a while back. It is a rather cushy-city funded job. As long as you didn't do anything stupid enough to get fired you'd be set for life. Good pay, free health care, air conditioned work environment, and a desk job.
This job was as a police dispatcher. High stress and split second decisions must be made. Did they give me the job? No. Who did get the Job? My cousin, a 50-year old woman with a history of legal issues and drug abuse. She hasn't had a job in 15 years (she openly admitted at family reunions she was bilking the system). She has been on disability for "severe anxiety attacks and nervous breakdowns" that prevent her from working any job.
I'm not so much mad that I didn't get the job, but why did she? Please, anyone but her.
cuda1179 wrote: So, I applied for a new job a while back. It is a rather cushy-city funded job. As long as you didn't do anything stupid enough to get fired you'd be set for life. Good pay, free health care, air conditioned work environment, and a desk job.
This job was as a police dispatcher. High stress and split second decisions must be made. Did they give me the job? No. Who did get the Job? My cousin, a 50-year old woman with a history of legal issues and drug abuse. She hasn't had a job in 15 years (she openly admitted at family reunions she was bilking the system). She has been on disability for "severe anxiety attacks and nervous breakdowns" that prevent her from working any job.
I'm not so much mad that I didn't get the job, but why did she? Please, anyone but her.
Maybe she is just filling some positive discrimination quotas?
I remember a time back in high school, I was trading some Magic cards with another bloke at the local shop. He was after a card of mine called "Higure, the Still Wind" from a set called Kamigawa which, for those of you who don't know, was a set based on Japanese history and mythology.
So I hand him the card and say. "Here's your Higure, man."
With an immediacy that almost suggested he'd planned it all along, he shot back, "It's High-gurray."
Usually, when it comes to fantasy cards and games, I pronounce things how I want and let other people pronounce things how they want and I never say a thing. Proper pronunciation of fantasy words is so rarely clarified that it hardly matters. But in this instance, this exemplar of linguistics felt he needed to correct me, so I felt it was my duty to do the same.
I tell him, "Actually, it's pronounced Higure. It's Japanese," sounding the syllables with what was described by my fourth-year Japanese teacher as "nearly native accuracy."
He responds, "I'm Japanese. It's High-gurray."
I was much meeker and less confrontational back then than I am now, so I dropped it at that.
But that doesn't change the fact that he was using the claim of Japanese heritage as a reason for why his absurdly wrong pronunciation of a Japanese word was correct.
Oh, I guess I should mention, if you don't know, that Japanese syllables only have one pronunciation and all Japanese words are phonetic, so anyone with a basic knowledge of the alphabet can correctly pronounce any word in the language.
Have you had that name pronounced by native Japanese speakers? No? Then he might actually be correct.
Again, he might actually be correct from a Hawaiian-Japanese standpoint vs an American High School Japanese standpoint.
I am very well aware of how Japanese pronunciation is supposed to go. I don't necessarily believe that your HS teacher is the be-all, end-all arbiter of Japanese pronunciation.
JohnHwangDD wrote: I am very well aware of how Japanese pronunciation is supposed to go. I don't necessarily believe that your HS teacher is the be-all, end-all arbiter of Japanese pronunciation.
While I cannot speak to the experiences of other users, where I grew up, as well as where I'm looking at working, foreign language teachers are required to be native-born speakers, or have a proficiency that makes them considered fluent. This leads to some difficulty because, as I just left German classes, the two different teachers learned German in two different regional dialects (one was the slightly more "clipped" Berlin/Northern German accent, while the other spoke with more of a Swiss dialect/accent)
I guess what I'm saying is that this teacher is more than likely correct.... but could also be wrong, as pronunciation and inflection does depend on regions and variations in dialect.
[Call comes in]
Me: Hallo, Design Department, Benny speaking.
Caller: Denny?
Me: Benny. With a B.
Caller: Benny with a B. Not a D?
Me: [Bites fist trying not to laugh] It depends who you ask.
Caller: Sorry?
Me: ...That'd be Bendy.
Caller: Can you put me through to John, please.
And the kid didn't speak one word of it, I promise you.
Seriously, ask anyone who knows anything about the language how to pronounce that word. I don't understand why my word on the matter is somehow not good enough for you. Why would I even bother telling that story if its entire premise were untrue?
Onto my story...
Started working as a zoo keeper at the local 'free range' zoo, where animals and cages don't go together.
10th day into the job, I was sitting shot-gun in the safari jeep, where we take a few customers around through a decent sized field with a bunch of different herbivores. This is the second time I had done this, so I wasn't very aquainted with the safety procedures.
So we're driving, and all of a sudden,a Rhino walks onto the dirt road infront of us. My driver slams on the brakes and they screech. Scares the rhino, who turns to face us(the jeep). Its just standing on the road. Normal procedure is to back off and stop the tour, but the jeeps stuck in a 30cm pothole which it can't back out of. Driver turns to me and says
"Draw it away."
To which I respond...
"FETH THAT I VALUE MY LIFE THANKYOUVERYMUCH!"
I relent after a while of him telling me that everybody in the jeep was in danger. I get out of jeep and walk off to the side. Everybody is completely silent in the jeep, so I had to make noise to either scare the Rhino off, or draw it closer to me. I start clapping, and the rhino turns to face me. I, who is currently about to gak himself, do the only thing that comes into mind and start singing "Hakuna Matata", while clapping with the beat.
I eventually walk that far off the road, the rhino gets bored and goes back to its partner and grazes on grass.
I walk back to the jeep, where everybody erupts in laughter. I was red for about an hour. When I got back, my driver pulled me aside and said he had never seen someone physically bore a rhino with singing before.
mfw I realized I wasn't even singing the words right.
Sgt. Vanden wrote: Believe me friend, its a lot scarier when you have to stare at a fat-assed rhino while horribly saying "WHEN I WAS A YOUNG WARTHOOOOOOG."
And technically, its always the passenger who has to go out and distract the animal, so the Driver was doing his job.
Is it the same procedure when you're doing a tour through the Lion pens?
Sgt. Vanden wrote: Believe me friend, its a lot scarier when you have to stare at a fat-assed rhino while horribly saying "WHEN I WAS A YOUNG WARTHOOOOOOG."
And technically, its always the passenger who has to go out and distract the animal, so the Driver was doing his job.
Is it the same procedure when you're doing a tour through the Lion pens?
I would hope so
Also, the lions ain't even that bad. They generally only get fiesty while they're either hungry or want to have a feth. Or both.
Seriously, its the meerkats you gotta be scared of. They almost took off my index finger while I was feeding them, Worst thing a lion did was drool on my shorts.
Fair enough. Still, good show. Can't say with certainty I'd have been able to do it. I'm fine with lions and tigers and bears, but rhinos are scary as all else.
And the kid didn't speak one word of it, I promise you.
Seriously, ask anyone who knows anything about the language how to pronounce that word. I don't understand why my word on the matter is somehow not good enough for you. Why would I even bother telling that story if its entire premise were untrue?
JHDD starts random arguments when he is bored. Just move on.
I guess I'm lucky (or maybe unlucky) that I haven't had any horror story experiences in my retail career so far. I work at the customer service desk at my local grocery store and did, however, take a couple of the weirdest phone calls ever this summer.
The first one was last month, right after my semester of college ended.
Me: Shop N Save. How can I help you?
Customer: Hi, I bought a pregnancy test from you guys a couple days ago and... it... it's not working.
Me (flabergasted): Um... That's an HBC item. We don't give refunds for those. I can transfer you to my manager, but I don't think we can really do anything.
Customer: Okay. Do that please.
My manager told her the same thing I did but also told her to call the phone number on the back of the pregnancy test box. I learned something new that day, didn't know those things just stopped working.
This other one is a meme among my work friends anymore:
Me: Shop N Save. How can I help you?
Customer: Yo! What kinda cereal you got?
Me: Um... We have all of the big name brands. Are you looking for something unusual?
Customer: *Grunts approvingly* I like that. I like you. You're Confident. You came out strong. You're like "Yo! we got all the brands!" I like it.
Me: Um... thank you? Do you need anything else?
Customer: Naw, I'm good now. Y'all got all the brands. Y'all got that Cap'n Crunch? With the Crunch Berries?
Me: We should have that in stock. Do you want me to check?
Customer: Naw. I'm not gonna make you do that. Stay cool.
Me: you have a nice day too. *Hangs up*
I had to tell that story to another friend to really process what happened. I wasted five minutes, ultimately but it took me a while to figure that out because I kept trying to dig for something out of that story. I guess not all stories have morals.
This was a bit of a horror show for the FLGS itself.
They had a group of Pokémon players meeting for quite a while and thought they should probably register themselves with the company.
They are then told that a "club" was registered already for that location.
It was then explained that the "owner" of the property of a FLGS was requesting the registration.
They honestly thought the owner WAS the one who previously registered.
There was some confusion for a bit and then they got the contact information of the person and figured they would sort it out.
So an email was sent explaining that they figured it was time for the shop to register and could they either transfer the club but be listed on as a supporting trainer or change the address.
There was no reply until they were copied on an email saying the club was being "evicted" and that everyone must come to the new location since they are "not wanted".
It was a tactical error since it then gave them a full contact list and they explained that they felt it was time to better support the Pokémon players and the registration would allow them more perks for their clients.
The lady in charge of the group sent some rather nasty email rants saying that they were stealing the group she built from the ground-up etc.
A few weeks later, the group was bigger than ever at the FLGS and it was found out later all the extra promotional stuff the store started giving to customers were never seen by them before.
For years this lady was pocketing all the promotional material, competition prizes, pre-release giveaway stuff... everything!
A few players showed up at the new place to give her heck and it was said back they did not "deserve" any of it, especially being the "traitors" they are (?!?!).
<edit> Ah, forgot to add that players from the former group complained that materials were not forwarded to the club by the registered League Owner/Organizer and she got cut-off.
Amazing how angry people get when their scheme gets found-out.
Talizvar wrote: This was a bit of a horror show for the FLGS itself.
They had a group of Pokémon players meeting for quite a while and thought they should probably register themselves with the company.
They are then told that a "club" was registered already for that location.
It was then explained that the "owner" of the property of a FLGS was requesting the registration.
They honestly thought the owner WAS the one who previously registered.
There was some confusion for a bit and then they got the contact information of the person and figured they would sort it out.
So an email was sent explaining that they figured it was time for the shop to register and could they either transfer the club but be listed on as a supporting trainer or change the address.
There was no reply until they were copied on an email saying the club was being "evicted" and that everyone must come to the new location since they are "not wanted".
It was a tactical error since it then gave them a full contact list and they explained that they felt it was time to better support the Pokémon players and the registration would allow them more perks for their clients.
The lady in charge of the group sent some rather nasty email rants saying that they were stealing the group she built from the ground-up etc.
A few weeks later, the group was bigger than ever at the FLGS and it was found out later all the extra promotional stuff the store started giving to customers were never seen by them before.
For years this lady was pocketing all the promotional material, competition prizes, pre-release giveaway stuff... everything!
A few players showed up at the new place to give her heck and it was said back they did not "deserve" any of it, especially being the "traitors" they are (?!?!).
<edit> Ah, forgot to add that players from the former group complained that materials were not forwarded to the club by the registered League Owner/Organizer and she got cut-off.
Amazing how angry people get when their scheme gets found-out.
Holy gak. Unfortunately, not the first time I've heard of that. Heard some nasty stories about LGS owners keeping all the promo stuff and not sharing it.
Prompted by a conversation with JamesY... I've remembered a lot of gloriously weird teaching assistant stories.
Pretty sure the mandate on this has expired, so I'll share.
Young boy (6) has been charging girls in the playground 10p a go to look at his.. Cocktail sausage... He gets ratted out by a girl who wanted her 10p back.
Father is called in after school.
My mother (boy's teacher) has to explain what happened.
I'm sat at the back of the room doing book-sorting.
The father goes absolutely apeshit. I turn around in time to hear, "IT'S FREEZING OUT THERE. DO YOU WANT ITTO DROP OFF? DO YOU?!"
And my mother with the most pained expression of trying not to laugh, I've ever witnessed on a person.
JamesY wrote: One of my favourites is still the woman who tried to return a pair of trainers she'd bought her son;
Me: Is there anything wrong with them?
Mum: No he just doesn't want them.
Me: Unfortunately I can't accept them if they aren't faulty as they have been worn.
Mum: He hasn't worn them.
Me: There are clear signs of wear.
Mum: Johnny have you ever worn them?
Johnny: No.
Mum (very angrily) He says he hasn't worn them, are you calling him a liar?
Me: Well there is an inch thick layer of dried mud on the soles, so yeah, he's clearly lying.
Almost beautiful in her blind refusal to accept the facts.
My restaurant has had it's fare share of idiot complainers as well. I'll fine with complaints, as they help improve service and point out our weak spots. It's the people that complain about things that absolutely CAN'T happen. A woman calls into the store, saying that we got her to-go order incorrect and wants a complete refund.....for everything she ordered. Her complaints:
1. There was ice in her soda, and she NEVER has ice, we should have known what she wants by now. Even if she didn't ask for it.
2. We put ketchup on her Hamburger. She got irate when I pointed out that not only do NONE of our sandwiches come with ketchup, the kitchen literally has NO ketchup in it. It only comes in single-serving packs the customer applies themselves.
3. Her Grandson's burger had onion on it. Even though he didn't ask for it to be left off, we should have known no kid likes onion.
4. She asked for macaroni salad, and we gave her cottage cheese instead. Our store does not have, nor has had at any point, sold cottage cheese.
When I asked her when she placed this order she stated "about 4 weeks ago".
Another one goes down as an epic encounter where I got an applause from the other customers in the dining area. A woman, unfamiliar with our menu, spends 20 minutes on the phone ordering from her hotel room for her family. As it was a slow night, so I am listening in on the other line on a cordless phone set on mute. After the women changes the order a dozen times the waitress asks if the order is complete, and reads back the entire order, asking if every detail is right. By this time I all ready basically have the order set-up and ready to be cooked. The woman's husband picks up the food. 10 minutes later they are on the phone, using every curse word in the book and using racial slurs towards my waitress. At that point, the waitress hangs up on them. I don't condone the hang-up, but I do understand it.
5 minutes later the husband is back in the store, yelling and cursing. As I am calmly handling the situation he starts listing food that was missing from his meal that he needs refunded for. As I listened to the entire order, made the entire order, and boxed it up I know he is lying. I keep my cool. He demands a refund....for more money than he actually spent.
I calmly give him a small refund ($5, which he us not pleased about), apologize for any miscommunications, and apologize for the waitress hanging up on him. I then stated "However, as I was listening to your rant on the phone, I can legitimately state that that kind of language was completely uncalled for and it is NEVER to be used with any of my staff at any point, regardless of how incorrect your order was."
Needless to say, he starts in on a "do you know who I am?" speech and how he will never be back. I, once again calmly say, " Quite frankly I don't care who you are and not coming back would probably be in the best interest of everyone involved." This is where the applause from the rest of the customers happens. It started with one old man, and spread through the rest. To top it off, our berated waitress raked in a lot of pitty-tips from those that had to listen to it all.
Where I work is a pretty heavy concentration of middle Eastern and mainland Chinese immigrants.
Anyway today randomly this white guy walks up to me while I'm working, he's holding this greasy looking box for a kids meal from red rooster, which already tells me this is going to be another fun customer interaction judging by the displeased look on his face. He tells me he found it on one of the shelves and figured it's not something we'd want on our shelves so far so good. He then says the magic words "I don't mean to sound racist but" then starts off this kind of rant about Muslim and Indian kids and how their parents don't care what they do, keeps going from there. He hands me this greasy box and I can see it's got some half eaten chicken nuggets in it etc and it doesn't look like it less than a few days old... I have to thank him then get the fun of taking it into the back to throw out.
We serve our onions raw (unless you want them grilled). However, they are whole rings, not diced. The burger is also served open-faced. So literally one second is all that would be needed to remove them.
cuda1179 wrote: We serve our onions raw (unless you want them grilled). However, they are whole rings, not diced. The burger is also served open-faced. So literally one second is all that would be needed to remove them.
Still contaminated, but if they didn't say they didn't want them...
I think I have the story to end this thread
I had a gun pulled on me by an angry customer.
Why did I have a gun pulled on me?
Well I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink............
I promptly put enough alchohol in his drink.
Another funny one involving our workers......
They called into work sick. But still came in to pick up their checks and than promptly spend their day at the park enjoying themselves.
Another stupid one, I got a margarita cup smacked against my head.
Why?
I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink........
Like seriously people, I told you this isnt real tequila, its fake.
hotsauceman1 wrote: I think I have the story to end this thread
I had a gun pulled on me by an angry customer.
Why did I have a gun pulled on me?
Well I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink............
I promptly put enough alchohol in his drink.
Another funny one involving our workers......
They called into work sick. But still came in to pick up their checks and than promptly spend their day at the park enjoying themselves.
Another stupid one, I got a margarita cup smacked against my head.
Why?
I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink........
Like seriously people, I told you this isnt real tequila, its fake.
Here are some of my best (worst?) employees playing hooky stories:
1. A guy claims his pregnant sister is in labor and needs to be there as a Spanish to English translator. I've met his sister, she speaks fluent English. I know her doctor, he speaks fluent Spanish as does the nurse.
2. A guy calls in "sick" with the flu. As I drive into work I see him playing basketball with his friends on a court a couple blocks from my home. Yes, he knows where I live.
3. Employee calls in sick, then starts live-tweeting and facebook posting while he is lifting weights. Everyone that is his friend gets the updates on their phone......while they are double-timing it to make up for him not being at work.
4. Employee has "strep throat" on the night of the Homecoming dance, gets his photo in the local newspaper while at that dance, still sticks to his story that he was sick.
5. Guy calls in claiming his mother was just in a car accident. She was actually in my restaurant as I was speaking to him.
6. A guy says he can't make it into work because of the snow conditions. He lives so close I can literally see his home from the store windows.
7. Lady tries calling into work because she can't get her car out of the snow. "no problem" I say, "I'll come pick you up and take you home afterwards." All of the sudden she doesn't need me.
8. Someone's "family emergency" ends up with them being arrested 4 hours later for drunk and disorderly......still sticks to their story.
I think I have the story to end this thread
I had a gun pulled on me by an angry customer.
Why did I have a gun pulled on me?
Well I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink............
I promptly put enough alchohol in his drink.
One of the local bartenders got shot for putting milk in a customer's white russian....
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cuda1179 wrote: Here are some of my best (worst?) employees playing hooky stories:
1. A guy claims his pregnant sister is in labor and needs to be there as a Spanish to English translator. I've met his sister, she speaks fluent English. I know her doctor, he speaks fluent Spanish as does the nurse.
2. A guy calls in "sick" with the flu. As I drive into work I see him playing basketball with his friends on a court a couple blocks from my home. Yes, he knows where I live.
3. Employee calls in sick, then starts live-tweeting and facebook posting while he is lifting weights. Everyone that is his friend gets the updates on their phone......while they are double-timing it to make up for him not being at work.
4. Employee has "strep throat" on the night of the Homecoming dance, gets his photo in the local newspaper while at that dance, still sticks to his story that he was sick.
5. Guy calls in claiming his mother was just in a car accident. She was actually in my restaurant as I was speaking to him.
6. A guy says he can't make it into work because of the snow conditions. He lives so close I can literally see his home from the store windows.
7. Lady tries calling into work because she can't get her car out of the snow. "no problem" I say, "I'll come pick you up and take you home afterwards." All of the sudden she doesn't need me.
8. Someone's "family emergency" ends up with them being arrested 4 hours later for drunk and disorderly......still sticks to their story.
My ex coworker actually called in sick with anal glaucoma. He couldn't see his butt going in to work that day...
A waitress at the 4-Bs where I live had her sister call in saying she died....The waitress went in to pick up her check the next day.
hotsauceman1 wrote: I think I have the story to end this thread
I had a gun pulled on me by an angry customer.
Why did I have a gun pulled on me?
Well I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink............
I promptly put enough alchohol in his drink.
Another funny one involving our workers......
They called into work sick. But still came in to pick up their checks and than promptly spend their day at the park enjoying themselves.
Another stupid one, I got a margarita cup smacked against my head.
Why?
I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink........
Like seriously people, I told you this isnt real tequila, its fake.
Yeah.......did the police get involved? Just bringing a gun into a bar is illegal, even with a CCW permit, but threating someone with it is a straight-up felony.
hotsauceman1 wrote: I think I have the story to end this thread
I had a gun pulled on me by an angry customer.
Why did I have a gun pulled on me?
Well I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink............
I promptly put enough alchohol in his drink.
Another funny one involving our workers......
They called into work sick. But still came in to pick up their checks and than promptly spend their day at the park enjoying themselves.
Another stupid one, I got a margarita cup smacked against my head.
Why?
I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink........
Like seriously people, I told you this isnt real tequila, its fake.
Yeah.......did the police get involved? Just bringing a gun into a bar is illegal, even with a CCW permit, but threating someone with it is a straight-up felony.
Actually, depending on where you are, it is perfectly legal. Here in Iowa you may even drink in a bar while carrying, right in front of a cop, and it's 100% legal. The only condition is that you can't be DRUNK while you have a gun. You just have to stay under the .08. Here is where it gets funny though, if a cop asks you to take a breathalyzer you may legally refuse. They can force you if you're in your car, but not with your gun. Therefore, even if you are drunk as long as you aren't obviously drunk you won't get sited for it. Confirmed by local Sheriff and Chief of Police.
hotsauceman1 wrote: I think I have the story to end this thread
I had a gun pulled on me by an angry customer.
Why did I have a gun pulled on me?
Well I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink............
I promptly put enough alchohol in his drink.
Another funny one involving our workers......
They called into work sick. But still came in to pick up their checks and than promptly spend their day at the park enjoying themselves.
Another stupid one, I got a margarita cup smacked against my head.
Why?
I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink........
Like seriously people, I told you this isnt real tequila, its fake.
Yeah.......did the police get involved? Just bringing a gun into a bar is illegal, even with a CCW permit, but threating someone with it is a straight-up felony.
Actually, depending on where you are, it is perfectly legal. Here in Iowa you may even drink in a bar while carrying, right in front of a cop, and it's 100% legal. The only condition is that you can't be DRUNK while you have a gun. You just have to stay under the .08. Here is where it gets funny though, if a cop asks you to take a breathalyzer you may legally refuse. They can force you if you're in your car, but not with your gun. Therefore, even if you are drunk as long as you aren't obviously drunk you won't get sited for it. Confirmed by local Sheriff and Chief of Police.
This is true in many states. Last time I checked it is legal in Montana too. But don't quote me as I do not go to bars (or drink alcohol), nor do I own a firearm (believe in people owning them, but do not own one for my own personal reasons).
I'm a one and done kind of guy. Bar's aren't my scene except for the occasional pool game when my brother is back in town. I view drinking with a gun like I do wearing a tuxedo t-shirt to a funeral. It's extremely bad taste, but as long as you aren't hurting anyone or breaking any laws then whatever.
JohnHwangDD wrote: OTOH, drinking and guns is the precursor to a number of Polish Roulette situations...
Polish Roulette? Is that where there is a round in every chamber?
Make no fun of them.
They have been invaded by more counties than the USA has ever invaded.
As long as it is all in fun I will make fun of everyone. My general rule is that if you can make fun of anyone, then everyone is on the table, yourself included. As a chubby man I often make fatty jokes. I feel it's like Chris Rock using the N-word.
JohnHwangDD wrote: OTOH, drinking and guns is the precursor to a number of Polish Roulette situations...
Polish Roulette? Is that where there is a round in every chamber?
Make no fun of them.
They have been invaded by more counties than the USA has ever invaded.
As long as it is all in fun I will make fun of everyone. My general rule is that if you can make fun of anyone, then everyone is on the table, yourself included. As a chubby man I often make fatty jokes. I feel it's like Chris Rock using the N-word.
I was meaning they have historically been very accommodating hosts.
As shown with the gun above: they would insist their guests go first.
JohnHwangDD wrote: OTOH, drinking and guns is the precursor to a number of Polish Roulette situations...
Polish Roulette? Is that where there is a round in every chamber?
Make no fun of them.
They have been invaded by more counties than the USA has ever invaded.
As long as it is all in fun I will make fun of everyone. My general rule is that if you can make fun of anyone, then everyone is on the table, yourself included. As a chubby man I often make fatty jokes. I feel it's like Chris Rock using the N-word.
I was meaning they have historically been very accommodating hosts.
As shown with the gun above: they would insist their guests go first.
That's fine, being Polish they likely didn't rack the slide for the first shot anyway, LOL
Time for another fun one today.
Cabanas is hell.
So, we have 3 special cabanas.
Someone booked 1 and 2, leaving 3 open.
So someone wanted to book one, but couldnt, so they got 3. They didnt like 3. said it was too close to a trash-can(about ten feet away) didnt like being near the noisy pool(they are all equally distant. So marketing got a good idea. Reverse the numbers, so 1 is 3 and 3 is 1. problem solved. not when the people got there though. They had a map and a printout of their cabanas. So they get into a fight with the other group. And one lady started badgering, belittling and just being mean to one of my co-workers. very nice and timid girl. But she got broken and insulted to customer. "bitch" and "Whore" where used.
So, in the end, they where given a free meal for each member, upgraded to a premier cabana and told "We will not serve you for the rest of your stay, enjoy the park"
Like seriously people, its just a cabana, no need to insult your waitress over it.
Not quite so much a horror story but more a collection of oddball customers..
I worked in a bikeshop as the workshop manager..
We had everything from Law enforcement(I built every single police bike at one point) to 1% bikers.
I remember one incident particularly well..
I was sat outside the shop building a wheel when two cops rode up. One had a "singing" front rotor.
So according to our agreement I dropped everything and went straight to work on the brake..
While working those brakes the cop in question grinned at me, pointed at my ink and said" don't you have too small arms for having such ink?"
I picked my wirecutters from my pocket, held it around his hydraulic line and said "Aren't you a bit fat to ride a bike with no brakes?" his partner broke down laughing his fethin rear off..
I ended up getting an apology from the pig and gave none in return.
And afterwards I sent the local PD a bill for half an hours worth of labour and shop supplies..
hotsauceman1 wrote: I think I have the story to end this thread
I had a gun pulled on me by an angry customer.
Why did I have a gun pulled on me?
Well I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink............
I promptly put enough alchohol in his drink.
Another funny one involving our workers......
They called into work sick. But still came in to pick up their checks and than promptly spend their day at the park enjoying themselves.
Another stupid one, I got a margarita cup smacked against my head.
Why?
I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink........
Like seriously people, I told you this isnt real tequila, its fake.
Yeah.......did the police get involved? Just bringing a gun into a bar is illegal, even with a CCW permit, but threating someone with it is a straight-up felony.
Actually, depending on where you are, it is perfectly legal. Here in Iowa you may even drink in a bar while carrying, right in front of a cop, and it's 100% legal. The only condition is that you can't be DRUNK while you have a gun. You just have to stay under the .08. Here is where it gets funny though, if a cop asks you to take a breathalyzer you may legally refuse. They can force you if you're in your car, but not with your gun. Therefore, even if you are drunk as long as you aren't obviously drunk you won't get sited for it. Confirmed by local Sheriff and Chief of Police.
This is true in many states. Last time I checked it is legal in Montana too. But don't quote me as I do not go to bars (or drink alcohol), nor do I own a firearm (believe in people owning them, but do not own one for my own personal reasons).
hotsauceman1 wrote: I think I have the story to end this thread
I had a gun pulled on me by an angry customer.
Why did I have a gun pulled on me?
Well I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink............
I promptly put enough alchohol in his drink.
Another funny one involving our workers......
They called into work sick. But still came in to pick up their checks and than promptly spend their day at the park enjoying themselves.
Another stupid one, I got a margarita cup smacked against my head.
Why?
I didnt put enough alcohol in his drink........
Like seriously people, I told you this isnt real tequila, its fake.
Yeah.......did the police get involved? Just bringing a gun into a bar is illegal, even with a CCW permit, but threating someone with it is a straight-up felony.
Actually, depending on where you are, it is perfectly legal. Here in Iowa you may even drink in a bar while carrying, right in front of a cop, and it's 100% legal. The only condition is that you can't be DRUNK while you have a gun. You just have to stay under the .08. Here is where it gets funny though, if a cop asks you to take a breathalyzer you may legally refuse. They can force you if you're in your car, but not with your gun. Therefore, even if you are drunk as long as you aren't obviously drunk you won't get sited for it. Confirmed by local Sheriff and Chief of Police.
This is true in many states. Last time I checked it is legal in Montana too. But don't quote me as I do not go to bars (or drink alcohol), nor do I own a firearm (believe in people owning them, but do not own one for my own personal reasons).
Huh, I did not know that.
Yeah, a lot of midwest places/states are like that. Surprisingly few number of alcohol related shootings in bars. It is something that usually just doesn't happen in bars. Apparently drunk people in the midwest have enough sense not to shoot a firearm off in a bar, but dumb enough to drink and drive or go shooting at home while drinking. Go figure.
Chatting today with someone from the place I left, as I'm now able to talk about it without crying.
Okay so my ex work place makes all the signs, screens, light boxes and labels for a company. One that made premium ...pastries.
The U.K. / North rep would come in and when we were doing a major job, he'd bring in a selection box of these ...pastries.
The boss would take the box home for his kids. None of the designers, production workers or anyone who did the actual work would get one. I never worked on that project, so I'd have said no anyway.
But this went on for a while.
Then my manager was pulled into a meeting with the rep and our boss, and the rep insisted he had a ...pastry.
My manager had to pick one and sit there and eat it with our boss just staring at him like he wished he'd catch fire, and try to look a) not terrified and b) like he wasn't losing sprinkles and jam everywhere.
How does this square with the mods, letting a series of posts mocking a group of people slide by? If these posts were about Blacks instead of Poles, they'd be all over it with suspensions.
Relapse wrote: How does this square with the mods, letting a series of posts mocking a group of people slide by? If these posts were about Blacks instead of Poles, they'd be all over it with suspensions.
I'll be honest, I hadn't seen the posts doing that, and wondered if you'd hit reply on the wrong thread.
Having seen it was perpetuated by cuda, I'm not even slightly surprised.
Yeah no. Polish jokes, Irish jokes, whatever.. unless you're making them about yourself, leave 'em at home.
We had a Polish worker at the sign company, smart fella. Spoke two or three words a day to most people outside his work area. Very diligent worker compared to everyone there.. Or smarter. I don't think I ever saw him get told off for slacking.
Our boss and his brother used to speak to him like he wa an actual mentally disabled person. When talking about food, they would mime eating, for example. They'd talk loudly and slowly.
It was one of my very few fuses that would get me pissed off.
He obviously wasn't stupid, in fact he used to be an RAF pilot and engineer. He just couldn't speak English as fast as we could. By God did he understand it to listen to, though. His jokes were on point and more offensive than anyone else's.
Buttery Commissar wrote: I'll be honest, I hadn't seen the posts doing that, and wondered if you'd hit reply on the wrong thread.
Having seen it was perpetuated by cuda, I'm not even slightly surprised.
Yeah no. Polish jokes, Irish jokes, whatever.. unless you're making them about yourself, leave 'em at home.
We had a Polish worker at the sign company, smart fella. Spoke two or three words a day to most people outside his work area. Very diligent worker compared to everyone there.. Or smarter. I don't think I ever saw him get told off for slacking.
Our boss and his brother used to speak to him like he wa an actual mentally disabled person. When talking about food, they would mime eating, for example. They'd talk loudly and slowly.
It was one of my very few fuses that would get me pissed off.
He obviously wasn't stupid, in fact he used to be an RAF pilot and engineer. He just couldn't speak English as fast as we could. By God did he understand it to listen to, though. His jokes were on point and more offensive than anyone else's.
Exactly this. I lived in an area of the country with a large Polish population, and they are very proud of their heritage and place in history. Needless to say, they wouldn't find the joke here at their expense very funny.
Buttery Commissar wrote: I'll be honest, I hadn't seen the posts doing that, and wondered if you'd hit reply on the wrong thread.
Having seen it was perpetuated by cuda, I'm not even slightly surprised.
Yeah no. Polish jokes, Irish jokes, whatever.. unless you're making them about yourself, leave 'em at home.
We had a Polish worker at the sign company, smart fella. Spoke two or three words a day to most people outside his work area. Very diligent worker compared to everyone there.. Or smarter. I don't think I ever saw him get told off for slacking.
Our boss and his brother used to speak to him like he wa an actual mentally disabled person. When talking about food, they would mime eating, for example. They'd talk loudly and slowly.
It was one of my very few fuses that would get me pissed off.
He obviously wasn't stupid, in fact he used to be an RAF pilot and engineer. He just couldn't speak English as fast as we could. By God did he understand it to listen to, though. His jokes were on point and more offensive than anyone else's.
I think Buttery better check himself. I'm not the one that started the Polish reference.
JohnHwangDD wrote: I've gone and nuked my "Polish Roulette" posts, so hopefully, certain people won't be so upset anymore.
Maybe we can get back to Buttery telling funny stories of woe in the customer service world.
Yeah, sorry man. I didn't quite mean to throw you under the bus like that. I just got a little perturbed when someone WRONGFULLY accuses me of something and basically accuses me of being a bigot.
hm... Makes me wonder where all these White Knights that protest Polish jokes are when certain "groups" of people are the butt of jokes. I guess stereotypes are only unfunny some of the time. I guess George Orwell was right, some are more equal than others. Hypocrisy at its finest.
cuda1179 wrote: hm... Makes me wonder where all these White Knights that protest Polish jokes are when certain "groups" of people are the butt of jokes. I guess stereotypes are only unfunny some of the time. I guess George Orwell was right, some are more equal than others. Hypocrisy at its finest.
To which groups do you refer? Blacks or Muslims? Last I checked both are very well defended on these boards when people start making undeserved comments against them.
cuda1179 wrote: hm... Makes me wonder where all these White Knights that protest Polish jokes are when certain "groups" of people are the butt of jokes. I guess stereotypes are only unfunny some of the time. I guess George Orwell was right, some are more equal than others. Hypocrisy at its finest.
To which groups do you refer? Blacks or Muslims? Last I checked both are very well defended on these boards when people start making undeserved comments against them.
Try the groups that are "okay" to disparage. Christians, conservatives, whites, men, etc. More than one person that took offense to the Polish comment has sat idly by in threads where that came up and remained silent.
Shadow Captain Edithae wrote: All this over a joke about Polish roulette? Can we please get back to the interesting discussions, like Buttery Comissar's entire life history?
I agree. Buttery does have some interesting life experience. I'd love to hear more from him..........including an apology.
Buttery Commissar wrote: Chatting today with someone from the place I left, as I'm now able to talk about it without crying.
Okay so my ex work place makes all the signs, screens, light boxes and labels for a company. One that made premium ...pastries.
The U.K. / North rep would come in and when we were doing a major job, he'd bring in a selection box of these ...pastries.
The boss would take the box home for his kids. None of the designers, production workers or anyone who did the actual work would get one. I never worked on that project, so I'd have said no anyway.
But this went on for a while.
Then my manager was pulled into a meeting with the rep and our boss, and the rep insisted he had a ...pastry.
My manager had to pick one and sit there and eat it with our boss just staring at him like he wished he'd catch fire, and try to look a) not terrified and b) like he wasn't losing sprinkles and jam everywhere.
God, the same happened at my old workplace.
For nearly six months, a big client of ours came in every monday with either a big box of pastries or fine quality ham or a little crate of wine. This stuff was implied to be shared between our workgroup during the usual meeting in the evening.
Obviously the stuff never came out of our project leader's office.
Once the higher-ups caught word of it (because it always happens no matter how ninja you are)...
The project manager was sacked. He had to refuse his leave package (the money you get here when you are fired/leave) or face being sued for basically stealing from the company(stuff was really expensive and the client supplied invoices. Client was also pretty pissed with him, so he went the extra mile).
Needless to say, I never bring home anything from the job, no matter how perishable it is
Our store won a 60" flatscreen TV for us to raffle off or use in the staff room for our bathroom sales . Store manager got it delivered to his house instead. We never saw it . He was moved and demoted soon after for different reasons and we couldn't prove it so got away with it .
Worked for automotive parts company supplying the assembly plants.
Had a company engineer/auditor of one of the companies coming over from corporate for an audit at my plant.
He asked if we would mind showing him where he could get some golf in later, we agreed that would be nice.
He then said he does not like bringing his clubs on the plane.... and hates rentals.
I had to go ask my corporate folks and ask if we had some slush budget to draw from or were we in a position to tell him to take a hike?
Turns out our sales group "happened" to have the very thing needed in stock for these "occasions"... I felt naïve after that one.
Dating direct reports:
Spoiler:
The same place mentioned above, all 60+ people were contract staff with an employment service.
Only 5 of us where permanent full time with the company.
One of my fellow employees as a supervisor started dating one of the ladies on the line.
Problem was she had some "quality issues" with the product around the line of not caring one bit and breaking parts.
I had to discuss with her many times on handling and inspection.
Each time shortly after, the supervisor would jog over and start telling me how to do my job.
I then had to discuss that I have had similar discussions with other personnel and this is the only person he would come and "discuss" with me.
I then pointed out that there IS an actual policy with corporate about dating "direct reports" and if "conflict of interest" affects their job it could lead to dismissal.
I got a lot less flack after that.
Not a smart move on that guy's part: an underperformer AND direct report... he was just begging for an "interesting" work life.
Visiting drivers hitting on the staff:
Spoiler:
We had a regular "shuttle" truck driver that seemed to have a crush on one lady at the packing end of one of our lines... he would be found half way across the plant commenting while she as pretty mush stuck there with no means of escape. I remember being quite irritated in needing the load to go and he was not where he was supposed to be. I found him.
I asked the lady "is he bothering you?" the answer was "yes".
I found out later many questions on "going on a date" were made and did not slow down much when she said she was married.
I had a discussion with their dispatch and we got a different driver from then-on.
I had seen fist-fights on the assembly line of one of the big three's assembly plants.
Assemblers smoking inside the car as they are adding the liner.
Saw on an assembly line a bunch of TV's set up and they would watch the game while putting a car together.
My favorite was being locked in the assembly plant against my will for 3 hours where you were not allowed to enter or exit the facility without a manager there to do it.
I had to pose 3 choices:
1) Get anyone to "let" me out.
2) I leave through the nearest alarmed fire exit.
3) I call the police and complain for wrongful detainment.
I got out OK!
My friend briefly worked for an online retailer of many items. He worked the warehouse floor filling orders. The thing was, workers were NOT allowed to leave until they were searched. He was at the end of his shift, waited in line for 15 minutes to be search, then when he was near the front of the line all the security personel were sent to break. He had to wait an additional 30 minutes for them to return, and another 5 to be searched. Considering he wasn't allowed to leave AND he wasn't being paid I can understand the frustration.
Currently working in a small warehouse ATM, and the sales team are bat gak insane. Seriously, they have a bad habit of coming out with a new addition to a picking order asking us to add more parts to a shipment (which is usually a pallet)...moments after the courier arrives to collect it, and expect US to ask the irate drivers to wait an hour. YOU TELL THE PISSED OFF BURLY DRIVER TO WAIT.
I believe that aforementioned online retailer of many items has been the subject to significant investigation for trying to do that sort of thing in the UK / EU...
Another one of my friends happens to work as a supply and parts stocker for a manufacturer of concrete items. They make birdbaths, statues, concrete benches, and have a contract to provide most of the decorative concrete barriers in front of government buildings (the ones that look pretty, but are actually designed to stop a car). Things that weigh 10,000 pounds or more.
The company used to be pretty nice under the last owner, but got handed down to the kids. Once they took over they started slashing jobs, and reducing benefits. In addition, they throw in major projects meant for their own personal use, while demanding that the current production schedule be maintained. They agree to a customer's order, but sit on it for a month without telling anyone. Then they demand it be done in a week when the customer wanted it. The problem is that there are only so many molds. If a concrete item takes 24 hours to make, you have two molds, you have one week to make everything, and the order is for 30 times......well, there is no physical way to do it. That's even assuming the company signs off on the needed overtime, which they don't.
To make matters even worse, since they just surprise the workers with these orders my friend (in charge of ordering needed material) gets the brunt of the brow beating. They ask why he didn't all ready order parts for items they never told him about, they normally don't keep in stock, and take a week to arrive.
cuda1179 wrote: My friend briefly worked for an online retailer of many items. He worked the warehouse floor filling orders. The thing was, workers were NOT allowed to leave until they were searched. He was at the end of his shift, waited in line for 15 minutes to be search, then when he was near the front of the line all the security personel were sent to break. He had to wait an additional 30 minutes for them to return, and another 5 to be searched. Considering he wasn't allowed to leave AND he wasn't being paid I can understand the frustration.
I've heard that company on the news, if I remember right, and people are rightly pissed.
Had to put the men's restroom at the hotel I work at out of order this morning. I made my security check knocked on the mens room door, walked in, and found feces all over the bathroom walls floor and ceiling. The ceiling. Apparently one of the railroad workers went into the bathroom to do some business and then decided to smear it on the wall. We don't know why. All we know is his butt has been kicked out and we are charging his cc for a fair bit of money. The guy is 5 ft tall and standing on the sink counter I don't think he could reach the ceiling, at least not to all the areas he "painted". HOW DID HE GET IT ON THE CEILING? WTF.
