Wednesday Weigh-in Day!
12 years ago
Have you ever worked with someone completely certifiable? Encountered a workplace psycho, serial home wrecker, lush or just general nutjob? Tell your stories here, but remember to change the names of the guilty parties. Oh, and if you get fired, it's totally not my fault.
In the restroom at my office, nasty graffitti started appearing on the walls, all of it centered around a particular female comworker of mine. It was pretty graphic, all about her enjoyment of perfoming deviant sexual acts that I won't list (aw, c'mon, aren't we all friends here?). Obviously, she was very upset. More writing would appear overnight, so my superiors knew it had to be one of the plentiful cleaning people that came in at night. But which one? Since it is illegal to put video in a bathroom, a camera was erected right outside the entrance. The next day when more slurs appeared, the tape was reviewed and it was discovered which cleaning guy it was. Obviously he was fired, but the best part was his reasoning. He stated that "The b*tch left crumbs and dirt around her desk. She's a pig who needs to learn to clean up after herself."
I am a driver for a limo company, and this isn't about the Crazy People I've Worked With, but rather, worked For.Next time I am in any sort of car that is not my own, I will be wearing a full body condom. So if you see me, give a wave! I will be the one encased in Latex.
People do some damn disgusting things in limos. Whoever in hell decided sex in a limo is a sexy thing?!?!? It's far from a novel idea -you wouldn't believe how many people do it. And trust me, we do not disinfect or even wipe down the seats. So there's a good chance you're sitting in someone else's (words edited out, but I think you all got the idea).
There is actually one time we do have to do an intense cleaning - and that's after a vomiter. There is a lot of those, too. It's great that people are being responsible while drinking and hiring a driver, but really, should that driver have to be responsible for the fact that you drank your face off and are now spewing uncontrollably? Some people make small attempts to swipe at stuff with a tissue, but in the end it all comes down to us.
And I am not your slave nor servant, so stop speaking to me like I am. I am just there to do a job, like the rest of the world.
You don't sell pup tents, do you? Maybe he's demonstrating the basic physics of the operation of a pup tent.I work in sales for a large corporation. I won't get into detail what kind of sales, since that's not really important (and, basically, boring). Anyway, I have one boss who likes to have 'Encouragment Meetings'. It's pretty much a rah-rah pep rally for getting out there and selling. He's got a very large belly, and he has started this icky tradition. He claims it's good luck to rub his belly, like Buddha's. So at the end of the meeting, we all (and we are mostly women) have to file past him on the way out the door and rub his belly for good luck. Sometimes he claims we didn't do it hard enough and demands a re-do, but unsuprisingly he only says that to the attractive females of the group.
And the main thing when you are passing him during this tradition is DON'T LOOK DOWN! Or you will see a bit of an....um....uprising in his pants.
Computer programmer, 34, arrested for in-flight masturbation episodeWell, this counts as a crazy coworker because he was ON A FREAKIN' BUSINESS TRIP! Not a "pleasure" (heh!) trip, but as a representative of his company. His coworkers must be eagerly looking forward to his return to the home office.....
MARCH 2--A Delaware man is facing a federal criminal charge after he was caught yesterday masturbating on a plane while seated next to a female passenger. Murali Nookella, a 34-year-old computer programmer, was en route to Denver from Philadelphia on a Southwest Airlines flight when a woman noticed him "fumbling underneath a blanket," according to an affidavit sworn by FBI Agent Joel Nishida. The woman, identified only by her initials in the affidavit, said that Nookella's "eyes were closed and his hands moved all around his groin area" underneath a "mustard/gold blanket pulled up to his waist." As the woman packed up her belonging to move seats, she "looked at Nookella and saw him holding his erect penis." The woman said that Nookella remarked, "You caught me." Nookella held a napkin in his left hand, the woman told the FBI. According to Nishida's affidavit, the woman "did not look but heard a swishing sound. She thought Nookella wiped something." Nookella's employer told TSG that he was headed to Denver on a work assignment. Nookella was named today in a misdemeanor criminal complaint charging him with indecent exposure. If convicted, he faces a maximum of 90 days in jail and a $5000 fine.
The company I work for washes windows. One day one of my co-workers ( a new hire) was assigned to do a hotel, five stories tall. The day after he got fired.Hmm, I don't get it. Seems a perfectly legitimate way to pick up chicks.
Turned out, as he was rapelling in his harness from window to window, he purposely left his fly open so his "junk" would be on display. Only one person noticed, but that was more than enough to get him fired.
A woman I worked with was having an affair with a male coworker. She thought it was 'loooove' while he wanted nothing more that an occasional *bleep* (bleep added by me, although I have no problem with words like *bleep*, or *bleeping* or *bleepity-bleep*. I just don't want to offend anyone else who may be less crass than me. Or who may be reading at work).
One day she found out the 'terms of endearment' he was referring to her as when he spoke to other male coworkers. They included slam piece, easy lay, etc. Spreads as easy as warm butter was my favorite. (Sorry, I couldn't bleep these. 'Cause they're kinda funny.) She ran over to his cubicle crying, and grabbed whatever she could reach on his desk and hurled it at him. Coffee (while still in a mug), cellphone, random papers. I think the stapler probably hurt the worst.
They were both summoned to the boss's office, and given a lecture on proper work demeanor and inter-office dating. As far as I know, they have never spoken to or even looked at each other again.
The $1 Million Striptease
By Ed Orum
After suffering through eight years of being harassed by her male colleagues, a British businesswoman wants her final paycheck - $1 million dollars.
Haley Tansey is suing her former employer for all the ways she was wronged over the years as a traveling loan manager at a bank. Testimony from her ongoing trial sounds like the storyline of a late night cable movie!
How's this for creepy? The married mother of one says she once woke up in a hotel room with the feeling of being watched. When she opened her eyes, she saw her male colleague standing over her bed, watching her sleep. Asking him to scram only made matters worse - he went into the bathroom and came out naked!
The two weren't sharing a room - the co-worker had managed to sneak his way in by telling a hotel employee he was her boyfriend and was too drunk to open the door.
Part of that was correct - the man was apparently pretty tipsy - some reports say he downed ten beers before the stripping stunt. Earlier that night, Tansey thought she was in the clear after successfully avoiding flirtatious advances from the married father of three before they retired to their respective rooms.
While this might be the most bizarre story to come out of the trial, apparently there are plenty of other reasons that forced Tansey to quit her job - including colleagues bragging about their bedroom antics, the exchange of X-rated DVDs and "grading" the female staff.
Peeping Tom Spying On Co-workers Gets Busted
By Ed Orum
Putting a spy camera in your bathroom at work doesn't exactly scream "team player."
There's certain amount of trust we place in our co-workers. Day in and day out, we're clustered together in close quarters, participating in office pools and celebrating seasonal holidays with pot-luck lunches.
25-year old Miguel Bribiescas of Elgin, Illinois broke that trust, and the law according to The Daily Herald.
The wood-flooring company employee admitted to police that he had placed a pen-sized spy camera in a bathroom at his work. His plan to angle for an ogle of his female colleagues didn't exactly work out -Bribiescas has pleaded guilty to a felony charge and faces up to three years in prison.
Bad for him, but how creeped out must his co-workers be? Cops say the camera was able to sneak a peek at just one female co-worker before it was discovered.
When authorities looked at the tape, it wasn't as salacious as you might think. Apparently Bribiescas isn't a tech genius, nor is he the brightest criminal on the block. Most of the video shows the perp himself looking into the lens in an attempt to figure out how to use the device.
A picture is worth a thousand words - and in this case, something tells me Bribiescas won't be getting employee of the month.
As a line herder for a mall Santa, I saw (and heard) some pretty bizarre things. One of the Santas I had the pleasure of working with was a real perv for the moms. He would come out with sexual innuendos that would (hopefully) be over the kids heads, such as "I'd like to come down YOUR chimney" and " I've got a really huge package for you right here." My favorite was when he would ask moms to "Grab his sack."
He lasted less than a week.
Office holiday parties are notorious for people getting drunk and doing things they regret. At mine a few years ago, a coworker I will call "Bob" was putting down drinks as fast as they could pour them. He seemed to be handling it okay, until the moment he whipped off his shirt, exposing his hairy man boobs, and started gyrating his hips to the music. Then he scraped some frosting off one of the desserts and applied it to his nipples, offering anyone, female or male, $100 to lick it off.
There were no takers.
Luckily for him we had a week off after the party. He returned to work acting as if nothing had happened. For all I know he remembers none of it.
Back in the 80s to 90s, I was a crew member on a very large cruise ship, and I can tell you that the passengers have absolutely no clue what happens below deck.
I'm sure this part can't be occurring anymore, with stricter environmental guidelines in place and hefty fines, but late at night we used to dump our garbage off the ship right into the ocean. Big black bags of it, just coming right off the back of the ship.
But I'm sure this part still happens: the crew and entertainment workers are like one big incestuous family. We had our own bar on a lower deck, nothing like the ones the passengers go to - ours was (and I'm sure still is) a bare bones, low class gin-mill type of place. The crew gets drunk just about every night, and you never knew who would wind up in what bed or who they would wake up next to. What makes that even more raunchy as I look back on it is that the crew stayed in rooms of 2 or 4 people each. So there was no privacy for these shenanigans. There were even occasions when a crew member might manage to rotate through all four beds and all four roomates in one drunken night. The top billed members of the entertainment groups would usually have a single room, and people would hook up with them not due to attraction, but for the chance of a night of privacy.
The drunken fights were pretty legendary, too.
The better looking male crew members (alas, I was not one of them) would have women passengers throwing themselves at them. From the very young to the very old, it seemed a badge of honor to 'get' a crew member. These male crew members were used to this, and used to have a standard line of "I've never gotten together with a passenger before, but you, I couldn't resist." (Insert major gagging and barfing sounds here. Thanks.) Of course, little did the women know they were just one of hundreds, maybe thousands to hear the same routine.
Ah, we were young and crazy.Young, crazy, and most likely disease-ridden with livers ready to go on strike.
Back in high school, I worked at a video rental store. One of the guys I worked with thought it was hysterical to switch the tapes around into the incorrect boxes. His favorite was to put pornos into kid's movie boxes. When people would come back irate, he would just blame the customer that had the tape previously.