Happy Halloween!!

In honor of one of my favorite holidays, let's check out some of the more tasteless and tacky costumes ever...although I find a few of them rather hysterical.  But then again I'm pretty tacky and tasteless myself.

Ron Jeremy, is that you?!?!

And who knew men could get camel toe? Ya learn something new every day.  Even if you don't want to.   *Shudder*

Great example you're setting for your kid there, Mom and Dad, letting him go out like that.  I suppose you even filled him in on the 72 virgins, huh?

 "Should I be a ninja this year, or a maxi pad/tampon combo....hmmm.....OH WAIT!  I can be both!"

I gotta say, though, those cottony nunchucks probably won't be slaying any enemies.

Gettin' some from a mutated Chuckie doll.  Now that's what I call fun on the high seas.

I'm probably a freak, but I kinda like this one.

"That's my baby?!?!! Put it back in, put it back in!!"

Damn uncomfortable costume for a party.

And speaking of uncomfortable:

This makes me very uncomfortable just looking at it.

Head Banger

A guy I worked with seemed like the most normal, average, every day kind of guy. EXCEPT when something did not go as planned. Then we would find him in the bathroom banging his head on the tiled wall (HARD) and muttering derogatory things about himelf such as idiot, moron, dummy. No one knew quite what to do about this, or how to approach him on it, until I took it upon myself at the Holiday Party...

Spouses were invited, so after I had imbibed in what was probably too many holiday spirits, I approached the head-bangers wife. I asked her "Does Tom bang his head on the wall at home, too, when something doesn't go his way?". I guess he didn't, because she looked shocked and horrifed, excused herself, grabbed him and headed out the door.

I don't know what his wife said or did, but the banging stopped.

That's actually kinda.....sad.

But anyway, SamWho?, don't you feel a wee bit guilty about the scene that must have gone down in their house after they left? Way to go spreading that holiday cheer.

Sh*t Rolls Downhill….

I am glad to be here so you guys can get out what's bothering you and vent about your work situation.  In this way, I feel like I'm giving something back.  Or some other bullsh*t like that.

Someone has some major anger simmering:

Sh*t rolls downhill….

Slimy business ethics !! (so what else is new).


Managers who develop and implement procedures and policies that they don’t support and know don’t work.

Supervisors who perpetuate the bullsh*t by telling their subordinates to carry out procedures that do not exist or don’t work.

The QA process in the data input area of this well known NY based market research firm are worthless.

If I try to address the QA problems I’m told I am taking too long to do things.


If I don’t find all the problems with the input data, I get beat up.


I feel like I’m playing musical chairs and when the music stops guess who will be left standing.



Their customers are getting screwed..

Just to let you know, 2old4thisshit, you're taking too long carrying out procedures that don't exist, therefore I must now beat you up as you're left without a chair when the music stops.

Good luck with that.

Blue In The Face

My boss had his 80+ year old mother-in-law working for him as an accounts payable employee. That way he wouldn't have to just give her money to live on as she had no income. Her desk was in his office which was upstairs from mine, and one day he called my name very loudly and I ran up the stairs. He was talking to his wife on his cell phone. Without hanging up from his wife he pointed to his mother-in-law and said to me, "Would you mind giving her the Heimlich manuever, she can't breathe." He then turned away from us as if we were bothering him and continued his conversation. I left his employ not long after that when he had me plunge the toilet that his elderly father had stopped up as soon as he got to the office!

Ah, there's nothing like working with family! You can feel all the love and caring. 

And all the waiting for the inheritance.

Glad you know the Heimlich, AltaG!

Crap In A Cart

Now, y'all have to stop begging me to tell you the vile story I alluded to yesterday.  Really, all this groveling is becoming a little undignified.  But I do have to give you guys credit for perseverence.

Anyway, at this point I couldn't post it even if I wanted to because once I read it I trashed, deleted, burned and annihilated it from my computer, and then bleached my brain to eliminate it from my memory as well.

Now on to today's insanity:

This story isn't about a coworker, but it IS about something that would happen at my workplace. 

At the supermarket where I work, every few nights or so someone (or someones, I guess)  would put shoeboxes into many of the shopping carts when the store was closed.  The next day the customers would grab a cart, see the box and be curious.  Inside each and every box would be a load of crap.  And I am not being figurative here, I mean poop. 

 When the police got involved, the pooper stopped, or maybe just found another store to leave his 'gifts' for shoppers.

He/she must have a shoe collection to top Imelda's just for the boxes for this special hobby.

The part that I find craziest about all this:  who has the TIME to do something like this?  It seems it would take some coordination, and a whole lotta prunes.

Hey, JasonT., thanks for this crap!

All In Good Taste

I received a submission that is so vile, so nasty, so incomprehensible and illegal, I can't in good taste post it.  But I wanted to send out a thank you anyway to TomaytoTomahto for sending it in and for the nightmares it will cause me for years to come.

Good taste?  Moi?  Yeah, I know, it shocked me too.

And I know you're all hating me right now.  I'm like that friend that tells you they have a big, juicy secret and then won't spill it. 

Anyway, on to today's regularly scheduled craziness:

I work with an older woman who is kinda old school.  No matter how many times we tell her that stamps have adhesive already on them these days, she still peels them off and licks them before putting them on the envelope.  She also won't use a phone without a cord because she "doesn't believe in them" and she is afraid of the microwave.  She thinks that some kind of waves are being sent out from it and they are gradually cooking her internal organs every time someone uses it.

Hmmm, come to think of it, your office does smell sorta like liver and onions being cooked.  Without the onions.

Enjoy your microwave popcorn while you slowly kill your coworker, HarryP!

Sunday Silliness

I LOVE drunk people!  Quite possibly because I am one of them as much as is humanly possible...but still, I've never done this (and I wouldn't tell ya, anyway,  even if I had):



By the way, too much alcohol is just fine.  Be a fool.  And record it and send it to me.

*Hiccup*

And for anyone who has an extra four minutes, here's the longer, unedited version, which I totally believe is worth the extra time: