#work story

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Bleached my hair last week and my boss thought it was dye. I had to explain that bleach strips the very dark brown color I had, and that it wasn’t dye.

Today I walk in with the red hair that I wanted which made the bleach necessary and his expression was very much shocked Pikachu.

“How did we go from blonde to red?”

Dye. Hair dye.

Bless his heart I think I fried his brain. He still doesn’t get it and I think he thinks I can do magic

[spookcataloger]

I was a commercial diver for an oil and gas company in the 1990s, pt. 3 (2012)

Part: 1 - 2 - 3

[crazypossumman]

Today at my job I complemented a kindergartener’s FNaF hoodie he was wearing. His reply was, “Yeah. It’s Freddy Fazzbear’s Pizzeria. I bet you’ve never heard of it.” I have never felt so old in my entire life, and I was nowhere near prepared to tell him that FNaF was first released when I was a sixth grader.

[purplebehittindifferent]

10 y/o kid barfed in out VR booth and my co-worker is a sympathy vomiter, so immediately I’m like “welp, good thing I don’t have a phobia of vomit anymore-“ preparing myself to have the dad take the boy and me deal with the mess

But the boys 6 y/o little sister had started sobbing and covering her ears. She was exactly how I was at that age and my brain was like “my co-worker knows to keep her distance, and the dad can deal with his kid, I can clean up the barf later but this girls having a panic attack”

So I go up to her and go “wanna go outside baby?” And she WEEPS and holds out her arms so I’m like “welp I’m picking her up” so I scoop her up and step out of the building and she just hugs me and I talk to her gently helping her calm down and I assure her it’s okay, I was the SAME WAY when I was a kid.

She calmed down and I just talked to her, showed her dog pics, talked about snow, she goes to the same elementary school I went to so I asked her about that. And waited for the dad to come get us.

Dad came out, kid was given water, little girl gave me a BIGGGG hug, and they went home.

I can’t wait to be a mama

[lost-in-men-of-letters-bunker]

I work in a fast food service, my shift consists of me in the dining room all the time. I was making polite conversation with an older couple that wasn't from the area they were asking about where things were. It was slow, I didn't have much to do at that hour. The conversation eventually turns to them bringing up that their niece works in Hollywood as an Actress. I responded with, "That sounds so exciting." And the man brings up who she's married to...

She's married to Ewan McGregor...

The niece is Mary Elizabeth Winstead.

I go, "Oh your niece is Mary Elizabeth Winstead." They were surprised I knew her name right off the bat. I was like I'm a huge Star Wars fan, I grew up on that, I admire both of their work. They were super nice to speak with and the woman was like, "We'll have to let her know we met such a nice fan."

Needless to say my day was made at work today, it really is a small world. 🤣

[yoghurtsgirl]

Okay so story time with first selfies of myself on this blog ~

Not to potentially dox myself but I work in a museum and this old fella came in to ask some questions about the local area and where to find branded fridge magnets. He ended this enquiry with “as my mother always said it’s never enough to just be smart, but to be smart and beautiful” before wondering off and I was there like ??? HMM???? Like sir I am a baby trans not even on hormones yet, and I’ve obviously been trying to present more fem with my makeup and hair lately and this is what I looked like

Like girlie was on four hours sleep and look horrid and ERM??? ERM hello??? Sir you are minimum forty years my superior and you’re calling me beautiful ???? Like kinda creepy yes but also,?? Lowkey gender affirming as I’m getting hit on by creepy old man in tiny town??? Yeah kinda scary but also ~ hmmmm?????

Was I secretly serving cunt in my polo shirt and cardigan with my lil bandana barely keeping my hair in place on next to no sleep?? 💁🏼‍♀️🤩

[felixcloud6288]

Another anecdote from the food service job.

At one point, management decided to make a gluten-free station, and like pretty much everything else marketing itself as gluten-free, they did it because they thought it was a dietary fad and not an actual consideration for people with deadly gluten allergies.

To start, my station was within arm's reach of it. And if you remember my previous post working there, that's a bad thing in general. Originally, they were making some general effort at it. They sold gluten-free breads and cookies there for example, but over time things got rolled back because things didn't sell much and it eventually became a dumping ground to put whatever couldn't go anywhere else.

Now I was a generally agreeable worker. Pizzas didn't need my complete attention so I was often called to cover someone else when they went on break or refill certain things when they ran out. If the boss said to do something I would say "On it, boss." And that made my refusal to restock the gluten-free station very jarring to them. And my reason was because I was caked in so much flour that standing near that station was guaranteed to contaminate everything.

The epitome of how much no one actually cared about gluten-free was when the chefs had made pasta but didn't have anywhere to serve it. One cook said "Fuck it, put it at gluten-free" and I had to get into a fight with them over that.

I am amazed there was never a story of someone with a gluten allergy actually getting sick from that station.

[large-penises-sporting-goods]

Sometimes it's hard to take Manager Dee seriously because she gets mad about stuff that is honestly pretty hilarious and I can't not laugh while she's going off about it

"ugh Abby has been putting googly eyes under the mannequins clothes so it looks like the mannequins have nipples, if you see this take the googly eyes off >:(" [Dee proceeds to fondle every mannequin in the store to check for googly nipples]

Dee. I understand that Abby is being unprofessional. She does stuff like this all the time, we know. However my bestie in Christ this is objectively a very funny problem to have

[shabbyshoebox]

Do the people who bring their dogs through the drive thru know they carry the mental health of the restaurant on their backs. Every day I wonder if I can make it, can I go further, can I last toward my final minutes (of my shift)

And then I see a little guy!!!!!!!🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕At my window!!! And I get paid to call him a beautiful baby and I call over my dog loving managers to Perceive Them and we ooh and ahh over the baby doggies

And my mental health is restored for twenty minutes

[animentality]

Funny work story time

I write handbooks and revise policy guidance for the federal government, and my boss spent all of yesterday morning screaming at me. Why, you might ask?

Because I noticed that one of the policy handbooks she wrote was written completely out of order. She had two redundant sections at either end of this document, and when I researched OUR OWN GUIDANCE, it literally said, do NOT do this out of order.

So I rearranged it, and she reviewed it.

She then proceed to complain that I "moved things around" and that's not how you're supposed to organize documents, according to our other guidance.

But here's the fucking thing.

I literally showed her the same guidance she was talking about...which I FOLLOWED TO A T, AND SHE HAD COMPLETELY IGNORED.

So she spent yesterday morning screaming this isn't what I asked for, and why can't you just do what you're told, and why are you being difficult...

and I'm like...what you're asking for is literally just wrong. By your own guidance's rules.

And plus, I literally have guidance samples from every other US agency of equivalent size.

Not a single fucking one of them follows her bullshit structure. why would they? it makes no fucking sense to have two sections that say the same shit, on either side of the document.

So a third person joined our screaming match of a call, and she deflated the situation.

But in private, she takes me aside, and she's like... Bella is a very special individual. She's a control freak. She's like a toddler. If you change her routine or try to do things slightly out of order, she just breaks apart. She's fragile. So just let her cool down, and then she might take your suggestions.

She sees the world in black and white, and writing is often gray, occupying a space between right and wrong, because there's no "right" way to write.

But I'm like...shaking my head at the idea of a GROWN ADULT asking another grown adult to do something for her, and then breaking down when he does it.

Like are you joking?

I'm literally working under a fucking child.

How the fuck is she the manager when she can't manage her shit?

Newsflash, not everything goes according to your fucking "order."

Anyway.

The guidance is still wrong.

It's objectively wrong too. It's literally black and white here. She is WRONG.

This is not a matter of "subjective" opinion. I had evidence, and I am right.

But I'm working with a tantrum throwing kid in a grocery store, so, I'll just say, ah yes, little Billy, you ARE right, you should be able to pay the cashier in yen.

I'll just go do that.

[rook-of-the-woods]

experience I had at work today:

me, washing some fennel:

me: oh hey there’s a little guy

the earwig in the fennel: !!!!???

my boss: a what?

me: an earwig. In the fennel.

my boss: *nods head in consideration of calling an earwig a little guy*

the earwig: !!!!!!!!???

me, getting a paper towel to get the earwig off the fennel: sorry little guy, you can’t be here :(

the earwig: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Apparently the fridge at my work has unspoken assigned areas. One of my coworkers told me that my lunch box was in his drink area. I told him that I only put it there because a pizza box was where I usually put mine. Only for another coworker to yell from the bathroom, “I put it there because someone’s biscuits were in my spot.”

Before I could say anything someone else yelled back, “Your spot? I’ve been here longer!”

And that started what my boss has now deemed ‘The fridge debacle of ‘24’

[spookcataloger]

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service.

A classic thread that every fan of outdoorsy-innawoods creepypasta should read. Haven’t heard of this yet? You’re in for a treat!

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 1/8) 

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 2/8)

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 3/8)

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 4/8)

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 5/8)

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 6/8)

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 7/8)

I’m a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell (Part 8/8)

Enjoy! Sleep with your lights on!

[suspicioustoads]

Today I was reminded of a work incident from a few years ago, so let me tell you about the Infamous Shit Circle.

It's 2020. I've recently returned home from college after the dorms were shut down due to pandemic reasons and needed a job to financially and emotionally sustain myself. I ended up working at a provincial park campground (while this was arguably the worst job I've worked, it was also the most beautiful place I've worked at. We take our wins where we get them).

The world is pretty insane and where does everyone escape to when they want to pretend everything is fine? They get lost in the woods for an undetermined amount of time.

Aka they go camping.

When I say everyone was looking for an escape, I mean *everyone.* Anyone with a tent and a dream was out there, especially the highschoolers. Specifically, the highschoolers who weren't allowed to party like usual (again, pandemic restrictions) but needed some sort of outlet. Partying in the woods was that outlet. Technically the campground shouldn't have allowed this but frankly, my bosses didn't care and I wasn't paid enough to rock that particular boat. Nor was I paid enough to deal with the outcome of their parties.

Picture this. You're driving the little gator loaded with cleaning supplies up to campground loop C. It's the most "in the woods" area you can get, furthest away from the lodge and campground spots are far enough away from each other you could reasonably not see or talk to anyone else for your whole stay and that'd be normal.

The first thing that hits you is the smell.

It's the woods, campground outhouses are nearby, sometimes you'll just catch a wiff of feces but this? This is bad. This is worse than bad. This is offensive. This is a violation of the Genova Convention.

(Fun fact! When you smell something, it's because you're smelling the particles of that something in the air, which is now in your nose, triggering all those lovely olfactory senses.)

You hope to god that this stench is just the result of an animal's stomach ache, a freshly emptied RV waste tank, but you know it isn't.

Then you see the toilet paper.

Streams of toilet paper trail up the road, dangling from trees like poorly hung streamers at a 5 year old's birthday party.

All leading up to one campground you'd already heard about this morning. The campground that'd been cause of multiple complaints throughout the night. A group of 18 to 20 somethings, responsible for excessive noise, disrupting campground neighbors, making a mess of the place, all things that you'd come to expect from party hard campers. You wonder what those noise complaints specified, but now you don't really want to know.

You pull into the campsite and for the first time all summer, you geniunely consider quitting on the spot.

In the middle of the campsite is an almost perfect circle of Human Feces. It's like a group of people got into a circle, popped a squat, and collectively experienced the Sugar Free Haribo Gummy Bears Colon Cleanse.

It got worse. There was more shit outside the campsite, creating a nice little border. More toilet paper hung from the trees, some of it clearly used. Empty beer cans, food wrappers, and other garbage was strewn through the trees.

So what do you do? What do you do after witnessing the aftermath of a remarkably shitty party?

You drive back to the shop and get the big shovel.

[fairykippen]

at work last night, a group of four came in. there was a stereotypically gay guy, two girls, and another guy. the way the two guys looked each other… straight out of a romance movie. i could SEE the heart stopper leaves blowing around them. so automatically my brain goes “oh yes, gay people! they’re together!” but then. then. i notice the “boyfriend” of stereotypical gay guy is rubbing one of the girl’s knees, and she’s holding his hand. i work at a haunted hayride so i think “maybe they’re just each others emotional support” but THEN. “BOYFRIEND” and the girl KISS. AND THEN I NOTICE SHE IS PREGNANT!!! when i tell you i was flabbergasted… because guys the way these two men were LOOKING AT EACH OTHER!!!!! there has to be something going on between them behind the scenes bc there’s no way those guys are “just friends”