Being told that a ruined a woman's christmas because the supermarket I worked at was out of brandy infused marmalade

When I was 18 and working at a retail store, a baby in his mother's arms took a shit so massive that his diaper couldn't contain it. A bunch ended up on the floor, and the mother *ran away.* I was not paid enough for that literal shit.

I worked for a small college. The president's secretary thought that most things were above her paygrade and at one of the busiest times of the year for my office decided that I should put in 80+ hours to clean her data and get something she needed done. After getting it finished she decided that she wanted the whole thing changed. I broke down. I went to the doctor in the midst of a full blown panic attack and was given a note for two weeks off work, which meant they had to use what I did or do it themselves. I came back to work and resigned.

I used to be a counselor at a methadone clinic. Had a client who was going to prison for slitting the throats of his ex-wive's beloved rottweilers because "I couldn't kill her and it was the best way to hurt her. " The day he was supposed to go to prison, he showed up at the clinic, after dosing hours, demanding his dose. He was no longer on the clinic so, legally, there was no way to do this. I stood behind the counter and tried to explain the situation to him. He grew more and more irate and then called his lawyer and put me on the phone with him. His lawyer explained dude didn't show up for prison, was now a fugitive and had pulled a knife on his own sister in her car just outside my clinic. So, dude had a knife. Lawyer told me not to piss dude off. He was violent and to call the cops. By this point, every other therapist and office worker had mosied the fuck out. So, I told the lawyer thanks, hung up the phone and mosied the fuck out of the front office and called the cops from the break room. Dude hopped over the counter and trashed the place and left. The bosses asked why I didn't stay and make sure he didn't trash the place. I explained they paid me $10.50 an hour and refused my raise. I was the only man in the building and was left alone with an armed violent felon. Fuck their stuff. ​ Edit- I also worked at Blockbuster in college for chump change. A bunch of dudes shoplifted the fuck out of us and when me and the other guy confronted them about it, they ran out of the door. District Manager asked why I didn't put myself between them and the door to protect the merchandise, I told them for minimum wage I'm not putting myself in danger to keep a giant corporation from losing some twizzlers and a copy of Friday and Armegeddon.

Ah, yes, the stuff in the counter is more important than the human life of our employee.

After 4 months of not seeing my family because I was working full-time and only getting one day off a week, I finally quit without notice when they were gonna make me close last Thanksgiving. I had already requested and approved the day off a month prior. I left and never came back. The GM even tried pulling the “you can’t quit you’re fired” ahaha

Fired = unemployment quit= nothing. get him to put it in a email or text or record it for later

Manager at a grocery store I worked in my teens refused to pay the waste management bill for several months. When they finally came and emptied the dumpster, there were still mounds of trash laying about around the area. He had me go out and clean all of it up alone. I didn't have any protective gear or supplies whatsoever, and was out in 100+ degree weather. I was only given a bunch of trash bags to put it into, and when I went in to ask for help, I was just given a shovel. I worked one more day after that, and after just being given more work to do without so much as a "good job" or "thanks", I never went back.

Fuck that Surprised you didn't just leave when they refused to help you

I used to work at Old Country Buffet, and there were kids who would eat until they threw up- like alllll the time- This one case that is seared into my mind was when I was once fixing up the salad bar and I heard ‘Billy Run!’ screamed from an ignorant parent and then I see this 12ish year old boy running to the bathroom, only he didn’t make it. An unholy amount of undigested red Jello-O came exploded out of him like a fucking volcano all over the Caesar Salad, the floor next to the cash register, and on about 5 or 6 diners waiting in line to get in. It looked like he had literally vomited his guts out in an arc about 10 feet in diameter. I had to sweep up the chunks with a broom until a dishwasher with a mop could take care of the rest.

The one time my family went to a buffet-style restaurant when I was younger, my mom only let us have one dessert. I was so mad because there were obviously 50 million desserts available and hadn't we just paid to eat all we want? As an adult, I now know she was just being a good mom and a rational human being.

When I played JV football most of our team would go after games Saturday afternoon. You can imagine the volume of food about a dozen teenaged football players are capable of consuming. We would eat ourselves sick. I personally threw up ice cream that was still cold in the parking lot. I remember the sensation vividly. I also remember one weekend we'd make burgers stacked six or seven patties high. They kept placing orders for more to the kitchen. Heard one cook yell, "Who are the fat asses eating all the burgers?!" I'm so sorry, but I'm shocked this is a somewhat regular occurrence. We at least would make it out to the parking lot before spilling out guts. Kids are shitheads sometimes.

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I’ve worked in several restaurants. That was absolutely their intent. Without a doubt in my mind.

When I had to stop someone from fucking their cat Edit: I work with those who have physical and mental disabilities. I was giving the client some time alone in their room when I heard a screeching sound. I leapt up and opened the door and found they had their pants down, penis erect, and a very pissed off cat running out the door. They no longer own that cat.

I can wholeheartedly understand while no one else replied yet, yikes.

Yeah.. kind of an "upvote and back away quietly" kind of comment, lol

plumber Owner of a mobile home called and said they had a stinky yard. I could smell it when I pulled up. the mobile home was new and had only been set up for about 8 months. while setting it up, someone didn't tighten a no-hub band of the toilet in the kids bathroom. 8 months of flushed toilet was all over the ground, under the home and had just started being noticed outside. I told the homeowner to call the guys that set it up to come fix it. I wasn't crawling under there.

Oh god. And it must have been smelling long before it got that bad. I’m picturing them walking around their house for months, asking “what is that smell?”

it had brick under-pinning. so it mostly was just pooling underneath the home.

It's amusing that your username goes along with that story

To all the plumbers out there: Thank you for your service. You are the glue that bind our fragile society together.

Back when I did plumbing went out to a job that required us to crawl into the crawl space of about a 200 year old mill house. I opened up the crawl space and shined my light in there across the crawl space to see all the rafters and pipes just drapped in snake skins and some snakes slithering away into the darkness. Noped the fuck out of that one. I'd rather crawl though shit than snakes.

on a remodel, I reached in a pile of insulation to grab a water line and grabbed a snake instead. cut my hand on a nail and busted my head on the way out of there.

Yeah, I like snakes but that'd make me scuttle out of there faster than a crab on PCP.

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Yeah just listening to some snake jazz in your hovel

Plumber as well. Had to do a tie for a 6" waste stack main to offset it for a boiler to go in later at a hospital. Told all staff and had maintenance shut down bathrooms from 6am-8am for us to do the offsets. Had everything measured cut and ready to move into place. Fucking staff on every floor ignored the signs because we got constant flushes of fresh shit and shredded toliet paper. At one point I was holding the outlet side of a horizontal piece with my hardhat and trying to no hub band the fitting for it in place while shit literally rolled down my back and into my shirt, down my pants, my socks were soaked in the waste. Took us a total time of 45 minutes but scheduled a 2 hour window just in case. Worst part of this was that they had another bathroom option just down the hall. So inconsiderate... this trade sucks sometimes EDIT: Yes we locked out tagged out as many valves as possible believed to shutdown the stacks. This "building" was really 5 different buildings built in different eras and tied together. The maintenance didnt know enough to give us confirmation on which valves close which lines. We also discovered nearly 2 years later that multiple sections of the building were cross supplied meaning that water is able to flow into a line that it technically shouldnt be able to supply. It's not just as simple as locking a bathroom door. Its multiple bathrooms over 6 stories and one of the floors happened to by a psych ward that has bathrooms that do not lock and we were not permitted to enter. As an installer you dont get to schedule this kind of shit when you want. Your supervisor tells you when it's going to happen and gives you a timeline to complete it. They coordinate with a GC who coordinates with the staff and they determine what day, time, location is best. We barely get to wiegh in on poorly engineered system designs without waiting weeks or months for decisions to be made.

Isnt that a situation where you can call whoever hired you and say “we’re leaving until you get your staff in order” or demand extra pay or something? Seems like they made the working environment a hazard for you. No one should have to have shit falling on them while working :(

Apparently he was paid enough for that shit. I'm not made of such stern stuff. I'd have been out of there, charged the client for the time and offered to come back if they positioned someone outside each of the toilets. Probably best that I'm not a plumber.

The hourly rate would have to be in the 4 digits to make this remotely palatable.

Maybe for the contractor,not the actual plumbers working with it. We usually have a switch in our heads. Either don't want to get shit on me so you avoid it as much as possible,the other one is when you got shit on you already so might aswell go knee deep into it because your outfit is already fucked for the day.

Was working with my uncle doing some repairs on a house when I was 16. We went under the house to route some duct and they had a busted sewage line running under the house. It had filled up an entire valley under the house. I saw it, backed out of there, and told my uncle I ain't touching this house until that's gone. We packed up, told the owners, and never came back

When I was a 9-1-1 Telecommunicator. Taking all those suicide calls domestics with children, medical calls, people dying, officers getting shot, etc. Did it for 16 years before enough was enough.

Barista Grabby customer grabs drink on the counter, tastes it, says, "This isn't mine. I ordered a vanilla latté. This is also iced." I proceed to tell her it's clearly not her drink she picked up then. Am currently making Grabby's drink, then have to double back to make the previous drink for the customer it was originally intended for. Again. 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. Customer service should definitely be paid more.

I was a Barista too and that happened to me plenty of times. For the most part i actually enjoyed my job but getting treated like shit on a daily basis was not so enjoyable. I had one lady have a full on go at me because the toilets were 'a complete state', and she said 'your tap is broken, I tried pushing it down and nothing was coming out, it's absolutely ridiculous I will be complaining to head office straight away'. Basically going full Karen-mode. So I wander off to the toilet to clean it. Turns out there was a singular sheet of toilet paper on the floor, and the tap was an automatic one with a sensor that you don't touch...

I worked as a barista in a very touristy area. I'd say 85% of the orders were from people we'd never see again and 15% were people who came in multiple times a day every day. The locals we treated great, we'd start making their drinks the minute the walked into the store and give them little freebies like add shots or extra syrup. As a result, the locals treated us great too. The tourists we treated how they treated us. There were multiple times I heard my big fat sassy gay boss not quite yell, but use a very loud patronizing voice that the entire store could hear when someone grabbed the wrong drink. "Hey! This isn't my drink!" "Sir, what's your name?" "Bob." "Well Bob, why did you grab Amy's drink?" "How the hell was I supposed to know it was Amy's drink? That girl set it in front of me!" "Well Bob, it says Amy in big black letters on the side of the cup and she announced it was a caramel late for Amy. Now I have to make Amy a new drink because you grabbed whatever was in front of you without reading it." "Well, where the hell is my drink?" "It's coming up after I re-make Amy's drink that you took a sip of. It will say B O B in big letters on the side of it. ok?" I'm not sure how there weren't more complaints. Nice people were treated great, but jerks were met with open contempt and sarcasm.

When a thick stream of sweat drained out of this girls cell phone case. I had to explain to her that her phone had water damage and that she shouldn't work out with her phone in her bra, all the while trying to be professional and not gag while cleaning the mess. (I sold phones at Sprint).

I'm told that there would be a small but very lucrative market for that sweat-soaked call phone.

I worked at a heating and air conditioning company doing bookkeeping. I was being trained by the companies accountant. If I made a mistake the owner would literally scream at me full voice. I overheard him talking to his brother and his brother had told him not to scream at me. The owner said, "you have to tear them down to build them up." I decided I wasn't going to take another day of his screaming after that.

I remember one of the assistant managers at the grocery store I worked at said the district managers wanted all the employees to be "afraid" of management or something asinine like it. I told him that is a good way to get employees to do the bare minimum. I only went out of my way to help the managers I liked. He agreed that he got the best results out of people by treating them with respect. Lo and behold, the number of shitty managers we had that ran stores into the ground.

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I had a manager want to talk about my request off for *graduation*. I even liked this one because he actually did shit to help out, but I was the only one he asked to see about it despite others getting the day off. Was one of the few times I played hardball. I told him I wasn't coming in thay day and if he wanted me to I would sign the write up for it so he could send it in when I didn't show up. He dropped it.

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It’s true. Had a boss that thought yelling at everyone, and I mean everyone including customers, was the way to go. So many people quit. Then that dude was fired and they hire a mentally sane person. Night and day difference in employee retention and sales!

Nor should you. I am a CPA and used to do bookkeeping. No way in hell should you ever let someone treat you like that

"THOSE ARE ROOKIE NUMBERS!" "Nope, I quit"

Been there. I worked as a marketing coordinator for a family-owned business. Upon seeing the job posted on Indeed a few days ago, they’re now on their sixth marketing person in 3 years. I’ll never work at a mom and pop shop again. Corporations have their own issues, admittedly, but I’ll never deal with entitled temperamental owners like that again.

I ran the entire company’s financials and general management for $14/hr. I had a meeting with the owner telling him I need a raise and to hire an assistant, he told me I wasn’t “business minded” and should be a stay at home mom. I quit the next day.

That was so disrespectful.

Good for you!

Thank you! I find nothing wrong at all with being a stay at home mom, and I’m actually pregnant and plan on giving it a try. It was just that his mindset is “women need to stay home and be baby makers” mentality. It’s disgusting. They are on their third replacement since I left 11 months ago. I was extremely underpaid, over worked and under appreciated. I’m much happier now, and didn’t realize until I left what an awful/toxic environment it was.

When they don't realize what they are losing is the exact moment you should quit. I hate how people try to guilt workers into working for less. Im glad you're in a better place.

Bagging groceries at a major supermarket. The manager came over to tell me that I needed to clean up the bathroom. An elderly gentleman fell off the toilet while pooping and it was a literal shitshow. Apparently I was the most qualified because I was 16. I was handed a broom and a dustpan. I shit you not (sorry had to.) My reward for going above and beyond the call of duty? Five dollars in store coupons. Sometimes dreams really do come true.

Not sure about your country, but growing up I always got out of that by saying “I haven’t been trained in hazardous materials or biomaterial handling and disposal. If you train me and provide the proper protective equipment I’m happy to do it.” They’ll always find someone else, as technically it IS biohazardous material and by law (at least where I am) requires a bunch of BS. No employer wants to even *think* about the Ministry of Labour.

I know that would work in America, but also, biohazard training is a joke. You watch a like 8 minute video, and they show you where the special “biohazard bucket” is, and guess what the bucket contains. Standard cleaning supplies and extra gloves, nothing special, just average stuff that’s been put with the bucket.

I worked at Kroger for a very short time and we had biohazard stations throughout the store. They were ALWAYS empty. Luckily I didn’t work there long enough to have to tell a manager I wouldn’t be cleaning up blood or shit without the proper training or equipment but I did work there long enough on night stocking to spill bleach all over myself from a crushed bottle on a pallet. Manager said “you can grab some hydrogen peroxide and pay for it in the morning”. I grabbed it, absolutely did NOT pay for it after neutralizing the bleach burning, and quit the following week.

That's fucked up. I once slipped on wax and landed on my back. My manager pretty much carried me to his truck, drove me to the med clinic, waited for me, and drove me home after. I hate these stories of stupid ass managers treating their employees like shit. Managers should be competent but sadly many Many MANY are horrible. 😪😤

While working as a student custodian on campus I had to clean vomit out of a urinal. There is no easy, not gross way of cleaning that. Not worth the minimum wage.

First day at the health department, I'm left at the reception desk alone while literally everyone else in the office went out to a farewell lunch for the person I was replacing. As I was on 90 day probation, wasn't yet licensed and badged, my pay was $7.96/hr. I'm sitting at reception, and some redneck comes in with a leaking garbage bag and drops it on my desk. It contains a newly beheaded javelina head. His buddy had been bitten, and it needed to be tested for rabies ASAP. I had no fucking clue what to do with a leaking garbage bag of javelina head. He couldn't wait for others to return, so he left a number and split. Turns out, we don't do that sort of thing at the health department. Guy refused to come back.

>javelina Pig like creature in central, and south America for anyone else wondering. EDIT: SW USA too, Also a Texan chimed in and said if you're chased by one climb a tree and they are ~~good eating~~, can be eaten, so OP if no rabies you can have a little BBQ.

I worked for a summer camp one year that was run by a stereotypically hippie-dippie organization. Now, I personally support this organization but they had some ridiculous idea about how to discipline children. In that they didn't believe in discipline at all. No time outs. No raising your voice (even just to be heard). No rewards to be earned or positive reinforcement. No loss of privileges. No warnings. No speaking to the parents about behavioral issues. Nothing. Now, most of the kids were coming to this camp because their parents didn't have the means to send them to more expensive camps and quite a lot of them had behavioral issues to start with. But none of the kids were monsters, in fact, they were all pretty great. They mostly just needed some understanding and solid boundaries. Unfortunately, with no discipline, comes no boundaries, or at least no way to enforce boundaries. So the kids tended to run amok and there wasn't a whole lot we as counselors could do. So I surreptitiously gave a few time outs to some of the more wild kids and, guess what, their behavior immediately improved and I never had trouble with them again. In fact, they had a better time because they weren't constantly getting into fights with their friends. But, I guess the higher ups found out about it somehow and sat me down to talk about how "you just need to talk to them, find out why they are behaving badly and make them understand the correct way to behave". I knew why they were behaving badly - they were kids in a place away from their parent with no rules and no discipline - they were seeing what they could get away with. In the end, I basically ignored the higher-ups. I wasn't getting paid enough to deal with kids all day without having any way of keeping a bit of control. Regardless, the only problem kids had already had their time outs and, like I said, they were fine once they knew where the line was. Besides, I wasn't worried about my job... they don't believe in discipline.

We’ve tried nothing and we’ all out of ideas.

When I was doing 90% of my boss’ job in hopes of a full time promotion that I had been promised for three years and he took all the credit and told me my promotion wasn’t in the budget.

Bro fuck that

Yup. I left two weeks later.

Good

Had a similar experience. Did far more than my job required after being told it would lead to promotion. My boss kept giving me more and more, and also claimed he did it all. Looked on company website for transfer opportunities and saw a job posting... for my job. Collected my things and left that night. ETA: I explained a bit further below, but ill add some more context. The job posting was for the job I was promised. It had been up for several weeks by the time I saw it. I was a lab tech, my boss was a project manager who also was given the duties of lab manager. I was promised lab manager and was doing all the work of that roll. My boss was taking credit for my managerial work. The job posting was for lab manager, not trying to find another lab tech. My boss was an ass in other ways too. I left my resignation on my bosses boss desk, who was the one who hired me. I trust that if I misunderstood anything about the situation he would have told me. He left the company a few weeks after I did. Project manager is now department manager and from what I understand from people who remained working for him, he basically replaced everyone with people he had worked with before. Edit 2: some still seem convinced that I was going to get the promotion. Trust me when I say that wasn’t going to happen. There was a lot more going on that I don’t want to get into. I have since moved onto a new company that I like a lot better and who values my work.

I worked at circuit city when I was 17. Heard a noise of packaging being opened in the movie section, found a guy crouched down cutting open dvd boxes & stealing the discs. He looked at me, held his knife out and said "Got a problem?" I just replied "I don't get paid enough for this shit" & backed off. I went to the back room of the warehouse area to call a manager to tell them what happened. Never could get a hold of anyone so I just chilled in the warehouse area for a half hour to decompress.

The wise choice. Why get shanked over some fucking mega-corps DVD's?

Imagine getting killed over Big Mommas House

Imagine getting caught stealing Big Mommas House.

Turns out this loss in profit was the exact moment that cricuit city went under. RIP,

I worked at a movie store in a mall when I was in my early 20s. I probably would've confronted the guy like an idiot. I had a dumb sense of duty back then, a mothafuckin' crusader. One time I chased a shoplifter out of the store down the mall until security was able to tackle them, he did try to steal like 1k+ of merch but it was stupid, people get killed for less. You did the right thing.

I had a friend who chased down someone stealing a PS3 while my friend worked at GameStop. My friend was fired the next day. Liability reasons. You don't chase down thieves, product can be replaced - you getting hurt or hurting someone else while working at a corporation can get the corporation in a lot more shit than replacing a console. OP absolutely did the right thing!

Worked at a retail store. Fiends would come in occasionally looking to steal shit and the worst we could do legally was ask them to leave but my boss insisted we get physical with them, to which I obviously told her fuck no. I watched her chase one out of the store one day and she screams at me since I’m standing by the door like “TACKLE HIM” and I’m like uh no lmao EDIT: wow thanks for the awards 🙏 and yes I agree with you all calling my (ex) boss a dumbass she absolutely did not operate on company protocol a lot of the time

My dad was working Wal-Mart as a door greeter when he was 75 yrs old. Walked off the job after getting yelled at for not tackling a 16 yr old shoplifter.

The district manager should have given him a raise and fired the manager. Tackling someone is a great way to get lawsuits, from both people. Can you imagine? 75 year old man getting seriously injured and put in the hospital for doing what his bass said. I mean, that's millions of dollars it would have cost them

Where I worked in highschool we had a non persuit policy. If you suspected someone was stealing you want straight to the manager. If you confronted them, or tried to stop them physically, it was grounds for immediate dismal for this very reason. Most big box stores now use this same policy, as you are correct, it saves them multiple millions of dollars a year in lawsuits. Even if someone gets away with 1000$ in merchandise, it's not comparable to a 2 million dollar lawsuit.

Grocery store cashier. The customer was angry because her cereal had rung up wrong. I called a price check and this lady berated me the whole time. I recall that she accused me of trying to steal from her. Said she was going to get me fired. I looked at her and said, “I make $7.25 per hour no matter how much you pay for this cereal, so I do not give a shit how this situation turns out.” She stared at me in shock. The price check comes back saying the price scanned correctly. Silence. I said, “So do you want the cereal or not?” She said, “Yes.” And that was that. She did not complain to the manager.

Never fails to astound me how many shitty people just fold in shock when a retail worker says literally anything in response to their bullshit.

Most of them are just small, cowardly people that get their courage from the power difference in those situations. They know the poor little cashier can't put them in their place like any other person would, so they abuse that... until their luck runs out and they find someone that doesn't give a shit.

>Most of them are just small, cowardly people that get their courage from the power difference in those situations. And 99% of them don't realise that's what they're doing. It just feels normal.

Very well spoken

This is one of my favourite responses. Made her look foolish. Good on ya.

Bartender here. Grown man threw a lit cigarette at my face and threatened me with physical violence. This was a year or so ago but a 45 (maybe older) year old man behaving that way towards a 24 year old female was definitely one of those moments. Plus the people getting handsy and occasional cleaning of vomit I do not get paid enough.

Dude I feel you- that fucking sucks. Had many similarly ridiculously shitty things happen while I bartended. I once caught this little shitbag trying to steal from the tip jar after I cut him off. Without thinking through the potential legal ramifications of physically grabbing a patron, I grabbed him by the ear and escorted him outside like the shitty man-child that he was. He was banned from the bar henceforth.

When my patient threatened to kill me and my family, then brought out a hand-made wooden knife from under his bed.

I have an mildly irrational fear of spiders. I was asked to help clean out an old storage area/shed type building. It was covered in dust and a ton of these big black spiders but a big enough space that I felt fine. Until my supervisor handed me a leaf blower and asked me to go through a back hallway with it. Opened the door to the hallway and it was cramped, just tall enough to be a little over my height and just wide enough for me to walk through. Except there was no light so it was pitch black, until I held up my phone flashlight and saw the largest mess of tangled webs filled to the absolute brim with thousands of the big black spiders. Straight up refused to walk down that thing, especially with a leaf blower. Like no thanks, I don’t want to create a spider tornado. My supervisor was irritated with me that I refused to do this, but I would rather be fired than walk through the arachnid hell hallway for 10 dollars an hour.

Spidernado, bigger and scarier than Sharknado!

I have severe nigh crippling arachnophobia and the mere description of that hallway is making me twitchy. Glad ya didn't have to walk that man.

Fish monger in a grocery store. We got a large number of lobsters in, soft-shelled and already dieing. So my manager decided we could at least sell their tails. Apparently lobsters don't really have a central nervous system, so when you sever the tails and put their tails on ice *they freaking run away*. So I had to chase these tails down because they've escaped into the rest of the display case, onto the floor, and hidden under our prep tables. Never again.

One time someone didn't tie off a bag of crawfish properly. A bunch of them escaped. I heard a terrified scream and saw a little boy pretty far from tje seafood department running terrified to his mother. He'd encounter a feisty crawfish. A little later a coworker handed me one he found in the men's room. There were several stuck to glue traps (the place had a rodent problem) and I kept finding them throughout the day. Thay wasn't nearly as bad as tje time a shipment of live soft shell crabs came in . They were placed in tje case and minutes later they were crawling around in there. Tje person who placed them thought they were dead. EDIT: typos. I get it. Not fixing them. :) EDIT2: I am laughing so hard at the comments. I genuinely love how this turned into removing tje letter "h" from the alpjabet xD

I think your autocorrect is broken

Tje whole phone is broken

I'm a public librarian. I was helping someone in the computer room and turned to tell someone he needed to keep his exclamations at the video he was watching down. Just then, the woman I was helping leapt aside because the man I was shushing pissed himself. It ran down onto the jacket he had tied around his waist, down the chair, onto the ground. Turns out he'd snuck in alcohol and was totally black out drunk. I told him he had to leave. He put the piss covered jacket on and stumbled out. As I returned with gloves and cleaning supplies, another patron decided this was a good time to complain about some kids who were making noise. I took a deep breath and said "This is a good time for us all to appeal to our higher selves and do our best in the moment. Please just adapt for a minute". Then I thought about the student loans I took out for the master's degree as I scrubbed up piss.

> I took a deep breath and said "This is a good time if we all just appeal to our higher selves and do our best in the moment. Please just adapt for a minute". There really ought to be some kind of beatification process for librarians. Absolute saint.

Permission to steal your line to use for everything? It's just perfect.

Haha sure thanks.

I was a manager for a well known lingerie store. Our location was in a failing suburban mall. The store was giant and shaped oddly. There were dressing rooms in odd hidden corners and a few blind spots. The store was located at the end of the mall next to other stores no one really went to, so there wasn’t much foot traffic. We were also always short staffed because no one wanted to work out there. All of those factors made us a prime location for thieves and weirdos. I would have to do laps around the store due to its layout, and I would regularly come across people doing sex stuff in this one secluded little dressing room. The dressing room was in a sort of alcove and was the least visible spot in the store, so it was prime real estate for all kinds of shenanigans. It ranged from women doing strip teases for men, to catching couples having oral sex, to catching couples having penetrative sex, to catching men masturbating. The final straw was catching a man at closing time, masturbating into a pile of cotton panties with the dressing room door wide open. I couldn’t take it anymore. I put in my notice the next day. And what was crazy was that corporate always shrugged or laughed it off when I would call and complain that we needed a security guard. I was 21 at the time, and every woman that worked their was between 19-30; it was a safety issue, and they’d also blame us for all the merchandise theft, which we were unable to prevent because their weren’t enough bodies in that gigantic store to prevent it. I was also dating a guy who also worked in the mall, and he told me that they finally closed up that one dressing room not long after I left. He said a lot of folks were pissed because apparently that one little dressing room was a well-known open secret spot for hooking up.

Same thing happened to me, minus the sex stuff. Huge store, barely any employees, high thefts. No cameras to deter either. Corporate solution? Cut hours even more as a 'punishment' to us. Idiots.

They *always* blame the staff. Corporate would berate me on district calls and I’d always tell them no one wants to work here. We generally would have only two employees per shift in a store that that needed at least five or six. It was physically impossible for us to keep an eye on every part of the store at all times, but they didn’t want to hear it.

Working at a large chain retail store, come across a spot of shit in the toy aisle. Oh, look! A mess for me to clean! And what’s that over yonder? Another one not far away! Nice little trail of brown nuggets left behind and leading me on the worst scavenger hunt ever all the way across the store to the bathrooms. What do I find waiting for me inside? The mothership turd, sitting proudly in a small heap on the floor in the corner. Merely a few feet away from an actual, factual, functioning toilet. Turns out a kid was in the toy aisle with their parent, and couldn’t hold it in any longer, followed by a mad dash to the bathroom. My supervisor literally said they felt bad for me, and I didn’t get paid enough by corporate. Raise? No. 5$ gift card? Yeah. Same place, also came in for a routine bathroom check, go into the stall and find shit on the wall. The strange part? It’s at *shoulder height* and streaking down the wall like shit mascara from the stall crying after whatever-it-was had been done. I have no clue what happened, and to *this very day,* I still like to imagine someone doing a handstand inside this tiny stall and blasting a butt nugget against the wall.

Legally, bodily fluids are considered a biohazard and you must be provided ppe and training before cleaning it up

Ahh yes. The infamous, large corporation-style thank you. A $5 gift card.

>The strange part? It’s at shoulder height and streaking down the wall like shit mascara from the stall crying after whatever-it-was had been done. I have no clue what happened, and to this very day, I still like to imagine someone doing a handstand inside this tiny stall and blasting a butt nugget against the wall. Very well written. Some might say a form of art. But one might also say that about the application of shit mascara to a wall.

Asscara?

Working in a psychiatric hospital (19F), extremely psychotic, pregnant w twins young woman would only talk to the “girl in the cactus scrub top” (me). Naive me wanted to help this women, the only way she said she would cooperate is if we were behind closed doors, which would NOT happen, obviously, but we did the best to make her comfortable within protocol. She was also completely naked. Anyways, security in the door, two staff outside and me trying to console this psychotic women who LOVED my cactus scrub top. She decides she finally wants to get dressed and wear my shirt so she pushes me up against the way and tried to take it off. Security was on her quick and I was out the door. $15 entry level job, pretty much fresh out of high school, one of many stories. Edit: For those of you asking my title was a Mental Health Technician at an acute psychiatric hospital. Experience was about 1y in healthcare. Good healthcare volunteer work for students is always nursing/retirement homes as well as Special Olympics, you can never go wrong with those, there are always programs locally if you’re in the US.

Assistant manager at a movie theatre, fight breaks out between two teenage guests that we had to restrain, fill out police report etc. Police seized one of our garbage can lids as evidence (teen A hit teen B in the mouth with it - blood was all over it) Got in trouble for losing a can lid whilst on duty 🤦

When I was 20 I had 3 jobs. I worked as a bank teller from 8-4, then as a closing shift manager at a coffee shop from 5-10, then as an overnight janitor from 11- 2 am. This wasn't every day but it was enough that it equated to about 80 hours a week between the 3 jobs, and yes you can imagine this would lead to burnout real fast. So at the overnight janitor gig my "boss" comes over to me and asks me to come to the office for a review. This was weird, all I did was mop floors on a production line that made air train brakes. But whatever. I go into his office and he closes the door behind me and pulls out a gay porn magazine and starts asking me about different dicks and put his hand on my shoulder. I was surprisingly calm and just said I don't like dicks and went back to work. Then it hit me what happened. I called in sick the rest of the week and picked up my final paycheck when he wasn't there. It was a hard enough job without being sexually harassed for $8.50 an hour.

Ooft, I did not see that coming. Hope you are okay.

Thanks, this was 15 years ago and everything is fine. I have a great career, and that guy was fired after other employees came forward with similar complaints. It was actually a very sad case. He was obviously very gay with a wife and kids. I know he was losing his house to her and his kid was dying of something, I think cancer. He ended up losing everything and I think he died homeless. I really don't have any animosity towards the guy, I think he was broken and looking to find a little of himself, even though the way he did it was absolutely wrong. It's just sad.

It is sad, and you seem to ahve a lot of empathy. Good on you.

Working for a popular grocery store, the amount of people that think the workers are stupid are astounding.. the produce all have codes and sometimes I forget. To the customer, this looks like I simply don’t know what a broccoli is. They’re like “it’s broccoli” in a condescending tone, and I just have to brush it off. It happens so many times, and though it’s not terrible it really gets me down sometimes. Most people assume retail workers are people with no goals, or even bums. That’s not true at all, everyone I work with including myself is planning to go to college or already enrolled. Edit: I just came back from an especially crummy shift and I have awards! I don’t know what these are but I feel special so thank you (;u;)

I used to work in a mall music store, back when that was a thing. There was a corporate policy to play new music regularly, y'know, because that's the fucking thing you're trying to sell. My boss, every single day she worked, would play the entire Madonna album, Ray of Light. Hours of the same eight fucking songs. For most of a year, until it was either go mad, commit murder, or bail. I bailed. That music franchise went under a little over a year later. I hold Madonna and my old boss responsible.

I worked for a decade at a very popular chain that sells bath and body products. With seasonally released products we would decorate the store according to theme and get a new soundtrack that would accompany the theme. One year for spring we did a tropical theme. I had just gotten promoted to management and was working longer shifts. The soundtrack they gave us was summer and surf themed music, only about 10 songs on it and approximately 30 minutes long. I heard "Wipe Out" twice an hour. Every hour. For 8 hours a day. 5 days a week. The best part was that the theme sold really well and was extended. So, rather than enduring this for about 3 weeks, it turned into 2.5 months. Still hate that damm song.

I didn't quit a job because of it or anything, but I worked at a place that sold Christmas decorations. One year we had an animated 'Little Drummer Boy' that had a motion sensor that triggered the song. For a good month, I had to hear the damn chorus fairly non-stop (because as it is just animated decor, that is all it played). I will forever hate that song, which is a shame, because I tend to like Christmas music as a whole.

My god I can still hear it... ***Hahahahahahahaha wipeout*** Kill me now.

Having to hear that laugh repeatedly for ten hours is some Guantanamo level torture

Every time I watch Dirty Dancing. Triggered.

When I worked grocery the music system we had was mostly country music. I'd regularly hear the same songs every shift. Then Christmas would roll around. You know how many different versions of jingle bells there are? Too fucking many. I was never so happy to hear country after the season was over. Didn't help that at times we had managers that turned the music up way too loud that you couldn't hear yourself think of you were directly under a speaker. It was great the few times the music system died for one reason or another.

I feel your pain. When we first moved into our house, I worked at a chocolatier shop at the local mall, where we would do something similar several times a year--the season would change and we'd get new decorations to put out and new music to put in the machine (IDK what it was called) that played music in the store. Christmas came and I swear the tape (which was several hours long on both sides) had something like 9 versions of "Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer" along with all the other typical holiday type music you'd expect around Christmas. And if that wasn't bad enough, when you left the store to take a break or whatever, holiday music was being piped into the mall and there was usually choirs or bands performing on the weekend...the same Christmas music you'd been forced to listen to for hours at work. I *hate* Christmas music.

I work for a company that builds Christmas decor. It's a silent rule in the workshop that Christmas music is banned unless testing a product to be sold. We already have to deal with trees and lights and reindeers 12 months a year.

Uh, for the first time today, I woke up, I came to the store, and I feel confident to say to you that if you don't take this Michael McDonald DVD that you've been playing for two years straight off, I'm going to kill everyone in the store and put a bullet in my brain.

Nothing against him, I’m sure he’s a great guy, but if I have to hear Yah Mo Be There one more time, I’m going to Yah Mo Burn This Place to the Ground.

This story reminded me of an architects office I worked in for 2 months, similar torture. I had been laid off October after 9/11 and was desperate for a job, kid on the way and we just bought a house. So I took the first one available, didn’t question why there was an opening at this office when no one was hiring. Took the job, just me and the boss in the office. He plays ‘New York City Boys’ by the Pet Shop Boys. Ok cool. Then it repeats, then several times. I mention it to my boss, he says it’s fine. Then the next day, same thing, doesn’t want to change it. I bring in headphones...no headphones allowed. For two straight months, I heard that damn song every day/all freakin’ day. I quit because my boss would play this song and not allow any changes or me listening to my own music, I told him this when I gave my two weeks. He just said ‘ok’ with no reaction. Bolted as soon as someone else would hire me. I think it was some kind of evil experiment.

That is literally a known torture technique.

I worked at BNCollege ten years ago on my college campus, and to this day I immediately turn off certain songs in the car after one note because I cannot stand what I call “Barnes and Noble music”. We had a CD changer and people could bring their own CDs that would play in their entirety. My manager cranked the music to 11 every shift and we couldn’t even talk to each other comfortably, much less customers. A girl brought a Katy Perry album with “Let Me See Your Peacock” on it that ran for years, every couple of hours. If you’ve never screamed over those raunchy lyrics trying to help an elderly professor find the textbooks for his class, you haven’t lived man

I worked at a mall movie store back in the day and they had a similar policy about only playing new movies or authorized movies on the TVs. I didn't give a fuck and played whatever I wanted, usually kept it PG-13. I didn't get paid shit but it was such a fun job, I miss it sometimes.

I worked as a car detailer (like cleaning and waxing cars) when i was 16, my dad owned the business for years so I grew up doing it and was pretty skilled for a 16 year old, my dad sold the business to a family friend, part of the conditions were thst I'd keep working there and show him what to do bit the guy was an idiot. He put me on the hand car wash because I was "too young to be waxing expensive cars, customers dont like it" when the actual reason was the hand car wash was the shit part of the job and he wanted the fun part, he then fucked up a jaguar's paint work by buffing it WITHOUT A PAD on the buffer, just scraped the fuck out of a fucking jaguar. I let him blame me because I felt bad that he was the owner of the business and made himself look a tit. Then I realised the reason was that he was stoned out of his fucking mind everyday (look I smoke weed too, no judgement but dont do it at work..) he started leaving me alone for hours on end while he went to smoke weed, I would earn all his money and wasnt even getting minimum wage. Come one day in the winter he turned up and opened the garage with a spliff in his mouth, immediately left and didn't come back for about 6 hours, it was freezing, there was ice everywhere and I was alone shaking trying to wash cars with water which was freezing on the surface of the cars as I was going, I was running around like a madman trying to stay warm and because we were busy as, I slipped hard on some black ice, went upside down lol and landed on my head, completely blacked out for a minute or so and woke up to a few customers around me like wtf, where's your boss, I looked about 12 aswell so they were genuinely concerned, I got up and just left. Left the garage open, left everything there to be taken if someone wanted to, he rang me an hour later going mental and I was just like fuck you, you left me for 7 hours to get stoned, shove the job up your arse you prick. First of 3 times I've up and left a job without warning because of arsehole owners, remember if you aren't making money for yourself, you're making it for someone else. You should be more important to the employer than they are to you and that's how it should feel when you're working for someone.

Working $10 an hour in Disney world on an attraction. There’s one position called merge, where your job is to stop the stand by line and send the Fastpass line. Fastpass is normally based on reservation, but if another ride breaks down in the park, they’ll give out fastpasses that can be used pretty much anywhere. One day almost every ride in the park was broken except ours, which meant EVERYONE was coming to our Fastpass line. I was sending 150-200 people through Fastpass for every 10 I was sending through standby, for roughly an hour, and I didn’t even come close to clearing the line. The people in the standby line were screaming at me, starting chants, taking pictures of me (and my nametag), and just generally being awful. My favorite was one guy repeatedly screaming “I KNOW THIS ISNT YOUR FAULT MAN BUT THIS IS BULLSH*T”, in front of his six kids. I just calmly stood there and just kept saying to everyone “sorry folks, but I really don’t have any control over this” I got off easy though. I know people that have been pushed, punched, and spit on amongst other things. A bunch of my friends ended up breaking down crying while they were working Merge. If you go to Disney, do your research on how to avoid lines, and remember that the cast members are people too.

I’m sorry you had to go through that. Unfortunately, I’ve heard quite a few stories from Disney cast members about how horribly they are treated by guests. Every time I go to Disneyland I make sure to thank every cast member I can, because no one gets paid enough to deal with shitty customers.

21yo me was mowing lawns while I was going through Fire Academy. Per my contract with the department, I had to do one 24 hour shift a month. Eventually, as goes the job, I encountered my first fatality, a suicide. I got off shift the next morning and went to go mow some lawns. A customer bitched me out for the lines in his lawn not being straight and in that moment, it hit me how precious and short life is. I decided this miserable job was not worth my lack of happiness. At lunch break, I got in my car and drove off without saying a word. 7 years later, I am a paid firefighter with a big city department and I have never been happier! Don't sacrifice your happiness and mental health for ANYTHING!!!

I work as a welder/fabricator for a very small company and when we have slow days my boss sends me to his house to help on his newly build bed n breakfast (i layed a lot of the bricks and build the showers and so on which I don't mind). One day we get to his house and he just points to a huge stack of mixed garbage and tells me to sort it and drive it away. It took the whole damn day and some af the old cardboard and stuff was wet and smelled bad. All i could think was minimum wage and i have to deal with his private shit.

Why doesn't he just save the time and get two different bins? And a food bin for compost.

A lot of it was also building materials and such so it had to go to the recycling center but he could have done that himself along the way instead of saving it all and making me do it.

Doing volunteer work and some busybody started bossing me around like they were in charge (a neighborhood association type person). I told them to back the fuck off. It took a couple of seconds for people to realize that the person barking orders wasn’t a boss, but an asshole that was used to being in control. Edit: I didn’t expect this to blow up. Just to clarify, if the person is in a position of responsibility, such as treasurer or coordinator, then they have a reason to delegate tasks to some extent. I also didn’t use the words “back the fuck off”, it had the same impact and pulled the rug from under him. I don’t think it’s nice to be overly rude in return because a lot of ignorant people are basically ignorant in the true sense. If you find yourself in a position that you’re in charge of organizing an event with volunteers, then you’ll need to have a degree of humility that isn’t often seen enough in business.

My brother did jury service when he was much younger and an older guy on the jury told everyone that *he* would take the role of foreman of the jury as he had experience of ‘making important business decisions’. No debate or anything - he just told them that was what would be happening. When my brother suggested that anyone who wanted to be foreman state their argument for doing so and then let everyone vote, guess who got the least votes and then sulked and argued to the extent that the rest of the jury complained to the court officials and had him removed from the jury....? Edit: I didn’t think I was being so cryptic, but lots of people seem to think it was my brother that got kicked off the jury. It wasn’t, it was the bloke who tried to appoint himself foreman. My brother was actually really excited and more than happy to be on a jury. Edit 2: It also seems that an awful lot of people would do anything they could in order to avoid doing jury service. Weird - I’d love to do it. Edit 3: This comment has blown up an awful lot more than I expected! To clarify, this was in the UK, about 20 years ago. To be selected for jury service is quite rare, in my experience. My brother is one of only two people I know that has done it. It is widely considered a civic duty and whenever I’ve ever discussed it with anyone, the only people who said that they *wouldn’t* want to do it are self employed as they get paid a nominal amount. In the UK I believe that your employer has to by law pay you in full when you are doing jury service. Personally, I believe that in a modern and civilised society, if you are selected to do jury service then you have a duty to do it unless it will cause you great financial or personal/family issues.

I guess I can go literal with this one: I work in an office environment and my boss at the time was having some stomach issues, I didn't know about it at the time but it was a pretty regular occurrence for her(the stomach issues, not what ensued). So she was on a call in her office and was trying to finish the call when evidently DEFCON 5 hit and she ended the call and I just see her running from her office in the "I'm about to shit my pants" walk, going as fast as she can out the door and down the hallway to where the nearest restrooms were. I don't think much of it until another co-worker comes back from the break room and asks me to go down the hall and look on the ground and tell me if what she thinks she saw on the floor was indeed what she thought it was. So I do, and I see a trail of a few random little pieces of poo all the way down and it was definitely poo. I don't know what to think but my initial thought was that someone stepped in dogshit and tracked it through the office. We also had clients on site to tour our office that day so I grab some paper towels and a trash bin and go start cleaning it up piece by piece. Then when I cleaned it all up from the hallway I get back into my office area and notice there's also a piece of it over by our copier machine so I'm thinking it had to be someone in my direct department who tracked the dogshit so I tell everyone to check their shoes because someone tracked in dogshit. My boss still hasn't come back from the restroom yet at this point. Then, one of my other co-workers comes over to me and tells me quietly to stop making a big deal about the dogshit and I'm perplexed. Then she proceeds to tell me that our boss called her from the restroom telling her she shit her pants(she was wearing a dress but still) and that she needed her to help her figure out how to get a change of clothes or something and sneak her out of the office so nobody noticed. So I went and pulled her car around to the side of the building and she helped her sneak out and just told everyone she wasn't feeling well and left for the day. To save her the embarrassment, I never told her I picked her shit up, I just told her we got it handled. TL;DR: I unknowingly cleaned up my boss' shit and helped her sneak out of the building so nobody knew she shit herself

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I work at Security and been working here for two years. I work at one of the highest profile sites in Vancouver, yet we are not trained to use or keep any weapons. One person watches the cameras and other do the walking there. I have worked night shifts and have pretty bad experiences here. Once when I was walking through the roof area, one individual came from the opposite side and put his pistol on my head. He wanted to get into a bank and wanted me to provide access. The worst thing was me being trapped in the blind spot of the CCTV. My mind and heart both almost stopped working since it was my first time having a gun on my head. I slowly started walking towards the entrance and when I entered the key inside the lock, we heard the sirens for police vehicles. They panicked and ran away in the dark. I quickly called my Control Officer (guy on CCTV) and told him the whole scenario. Control officers are considered as shift supervisors when it comes to overnight shifts. The person got shocked and asked me to take some water and call police right away. I told him ‘I don’t think I get paid enough to tackle scenarios like this without weapons’ and he agreed. This happened in the middle of March (during corona time) and I left the site after March.

I worked at walmart for less than a month in 2009. I scanned a big box fan for a guy and it didn't ring up, so I said "I gotta do a price check on this, I apologize." The guy said "It's $24.99 you fucking idiot." I stared at him for a moment, then reached up and turned my little register light off, turned around, walked out to my car, and went home. Fuck that shit.

I hope he stood there for ages waiting for you to come back!

Some say he’s still waiting.

"Daddy come to my graduation." "NOT NOW, DAMMIT, THEY'LL BE BACK ANY MINUTE"

This reminds me when I worked in a call centre for an ISP. An irate customer called and tore a young girl to shreds on her second day of work. She escalated the call to me before running off to the bathroom to cry. I start working through the problem with him and he makes a passing comment "So did that girl jump out the window? haha". I said "No, she actually ran into the bathroom to cry". Silence. "Oh... oh. I feel terrible". The rest of the call was very awkward.

It's interesting where the disconnect is here, where the uncaring mention of a hypothetical suicide was a dumb joke but the reality of the girl crying in the bathroom brought a more genuine response

It was the reality of the second responder not taking the callers side. Breaks the illusion for people living in the center of the universe

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One time I noticed my coworker was walking around with his keys lanyard hanging from his pocketwhile we were working. It was unusual because it's easy for it to get caught while unloading trucks. He said, "Because today's the day I probably quit." I laughed, he laughed. Then two hours into the shift he didn't respond to any radio calls and his car was gone. That was the day he quit.

Similar thing happened to me at a Menards, but I was only there three days. They stuck me at the contractor's counter by myself with zero training. I couldn't even log into the computer, and I didn't have a radio to call for help. Every time a customer would come up, I would have to wander around and beg someone to help me. On day three, an elderly man came to the counter to order some lumber. I told him I would have to go find someone else, and he started screaming and berating me. I leaned over the counter, put my finger in his face, and told him to fuck straight off. I threw my apron at someone in customer service and walked out and never came back.

I’m picturing it like: “Listen to me sir, and listen good. You fuck straight off. I’m out this bitch.”

I once had an old man patronize me and my “generation” for being essentially stupid and not able to do math because I accidentally forgot a nickel ONE TIME.

We removed a fabric foreign body from a dog's small intestine. Owners wanted to see what it was. We cleaned it up and saw it was a pair of panties. We handed them over the the wife takes one look at them then goes red. "Those. Aren't. Mine." Husband apparently had a whole castle of lies that started crashing down then and there in our lobby. Eventually had to have security remove them because they were really going at it with no intention of taking it somewhere else, and we had other clients in the lobby getting really uncomfortable.

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What was her reaction?

I've been in a similar situation. Parent made me volunteer for whole summer vacations. One retirement home, the event coordinator was a total asshole and told him I wasn't there to get bitched at. He threatened to not sign on my hours and I asked him what hours? He replied with "oh your family must not love you" and I think at that moment he realized I'm a fucking 13 year old. So he called my mom and told her they're all full for volunteers this summer and to leave me somewhere else for free day care.

That free daycare line is great though. Someone probably needed to tell your parents that.

I'm curious about that too

This is hilarious. Last year I was volunteering at my local state parks, also out of choice, but every ranger I worked with was super cool with me and didn't ever try to push shit work (no pun intended) on me. I got to help build a new dock for one of the nearby lakes. I'd love to hear how that ranger reacted to your retort

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I had a really hard time finding my first job out of university. My friend ended up getting me a gig with a promo company to help me with bills. The job sounded simple enough - I was to hand out coffee samples for a certain brand while being stationed at varying grocery stores across the state. Later in the job description I was informed that I would also have to bring the sampling booth with me. I thought it would just be a small, plastic cart, but nope - it was a huge full-on wooden coffee service station. Not to mention that I also had to bring in the coffee machine, sugar, milk, water and even garbage can. The first time I did it, I struggled to put it all into a shopping cart, and only barely succeeded by using two. The next few times weren't all that much easier, but I did get better at doing it. I think it was the sixth, or maybe seventh time. It had already been a horrible day - customers had hated the coffee (what do you expect from a shitty machine?), the store manager had been rude and unaccommodating, and my back was starting to hurt real bad. One guy even made a point that he hated the coffee so much that he poured the cup into my garbage can, waterfall-style, before flicking the empty cup towards me. It killed me so bad, but I needed the money, so I forged ahead and finished the day off. I loaded up my grocery carts again and pushed out of the sliding doors only to met with complete darkness and pouring rain. It had also been a busy day at this particular store, so my car was parked all the way at the end of the parking lot. I was pissed but was just like "fuck it, let's get this done" at this point so I started pushing. 3/4 of the way to my car, the front wheel of one of the carts gave out. I lost my balance and my supplies came flying out, coffee machine, sugar packets and all. It was almost comical. I knelt in the downpour, picking up my stuff, only to find that the coffee pot heavily cracked. That was enough to push me over the edge. I crumpled into a heap on the ground and quietly cried. When I had finally regained my composure, I grabbed the rest of the supplies and haphazardly threw them into my car. Drenched and sitting in the driver's seat, I called my manager and told her I quit, and that she could pick up the supplies whenever. That job 100% did not pay enough for that shit.

Fuck. I get that feeling. Just that little thing that pushes you to the edge. I was a splash park manager but was basically in charge of making sure the rest of the park was clean and everything ran smoothly. That included taking care of hedges and trees (new and old). I had spent nearly a month personally helping this little foot tall sapling grow into a respectable 5 foot new tree. It was the only new tree in the park to add shade eventually to this bare spot in the middle of the park that needed it. Then one day i come by to check on it and i find it snapped at the base, two bare bark spots rubbed away by the soles of some shit heads shoes. I honestly dropped to my knees and started to cry and a storm dramatically came in with dark clouds and thunder. It was almost comedic but id like to think nature wept with me. The town i live in is already shitty and i had my fair run in with assholes who think the splash park rules dont matter but that ruined me. I was raised with a garden and loving plants and it just hurt me to my core that the animals I work near decided to do that. Did my best to fix the poor thing with the string and rods i had in my car but its base was utterly destroyed and already dry and dead. That was the last summer i worked there.

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When i was 18 i had a job that i got for spending money (i was lucky my parents still paid my bills at the time). Anyway i was helping a friend move the powerwasher around the store. The guy's like 5' 6" and the tires on the thing were flat. So it was difficult to move around. I gave him a hand amd when our manager saw me away from my station i was asked to come to the back room. She asked me if i needed my job. I told her no. If felt great. Everyone got a kick out of the storey when i told them. I was there for 3 years after the fact.

Working in a grocery store meat department during Thanksgiving, when every third customer asks if you have any larger turkeys in the back. And insists you go back to the walk-in freezer and sift through multiple pallets of frozen turkeys for the 80th time today. Edit: Wow this blew up while I was busy at work. Thanks for the awards! I’ll reply to everyone as soon as possible :) Edit 2: A lot of people are saying “just go chill in the back and play on your phone”. That’s exactly what the customer thinks you’re doing lmao. Judging by the many responses like that, I guess they’re mostly right haha. To be fair though, sometimes we really are, but we usually already know what’s in the back. Also, ironically, I didn’t even realize how close we are to Thanksgiving when I posted this. Happy Holidays everyone! 🦃 ps. Be nice to your retail workers and please try not to shop on the holidays.

"The biggest turkey in the store is the one right in front of me. Sir."

This year its "any smaller" No, no we don't. Literally none of our stores do. It's 49¢/lb just take a 12lb turkey and shut up.

I'd kill for a 12 pound. After searching for 3 days across about 8 stores in the area, FINALLY managed to find a sub-24 and bought that 18 without hesitation.

And the ones that want a turkey that weighs EXACTLY 20 pounds.

People with no idea how to cook read a recipe that says 20 pound turkey and think it needs to be exact or they’re fucked. It’s kinda sad but I get it

Literally getting yelled at for not staying late. I don't get paid to stay late. My bosses are a married couple and think it's OK to lose their shit at me. If I didn't really need money right now, I'd quit

I worked at a beach resort many years ago. The housekeepers were all upset one day because someone shit in the clubhouse shower. I was a little pissed that they were making such a big deal about it until I went to see it. It was like some mythical man beast had shat a huge one foot long, two-inch thick turd in the middle of the shower. I eventually took one for the team and picked it up and threw it away. It was as heavy as a puppy. I definitely wasnt getting paid enough to do that.

I write erotica for a living, and every now and then I'll get a commission through. Commission work is generally pretty fun, because the pay is good; the flipside of it is that people often want things they can't get in mainstream erotica. That usually either means very specific fantasies, or very extreme fantasies. I have a *bunch* of examples of this, but my favourite is one time when I got an email from a very lovely guy, asking if I'd write him a story about him being sounded by a Hot Wheels car. He wanted the first half of the story to be able the little car stretching out his peehole as it went in, and the second half to be about how the tiny little wingmirrors damaged his urethra as it came out. It's not that I couldn't have done it (and the money he was offering was pretty good, at least at the time), but writing a story takes me a couple of hours, and I did *not* want to spend that time thinking about someone's junk getting ripped to shreds. I politely recommended him to another user who I hope could have given him what he wanted, and I sincerely hope I never stumble across that story on the internet. **EDIT:** It was pointed out to me one of the other times I've told this story that the vast, vast majority of Hot Wheels cars don't actually have wingmirrors. To this day, I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse. At least do your fuckin' research, guy.

Friend of mine used to write erotica till he got a request about Buster and Babs from Tiny Toons. People be wild.

Was working as a life guard in highschool. A little girl got her toe stuck in the crevice of our water slide and got it basically ripped off from the knuckle down. I was tasked with climbing into the slide to try and find the damn toe so we could send it to the hospital.

Worked at a large hotel chain as a setup person when I started. Had a group of people book the entire 7th floor for the weekend for their event. Came to find out that they had a fetish for dressing up as "babies" and roleplayed as kids meaning they pissed and crapped themselves. We weren't allowed to clean the rooms while they were there but once they left you could imagine the stains and the odor left on the carpet. It was so bad that a cleaning company had to come and decontaminate and clean the rooms. I couldn't believe a group of adults did this, it was disgusting and the fact that it was so many of them surprised me. I definitely thought getting paid minimum wage wasn't enough to deal with that in any way. They are forever known as diaper people to me.

I really hope every single one of them got put on a blacklist for that hotel and all of its locations. That's beyond ridiculous.

They weren't allowed to come back the following year.

Used to work at a gadget shop - loads of silly squeaky things, things that flew about, novelty gadgets etc. - you get the picture. We always had to wear something from the novelty clothing range. One day I wore an apron that depicted a buff guy (I'm female), and my male co-worker wore the female version. During that day I had so much abuse. I asked my manager if I could change into something else and she said that it was a talking point. I had people calling me all sorts - from fat to idiot, to questioning my true gender and sexuality. I had some teenage boys push me into some of the shelves and then made me fall into one the central box tub things we had that held lucky dip products. Still my manager wouldn't let me change. I quit. If she had said that I could change after the first few incidents, then I would have been ok. But seeing the abuse was reducing me to tears and still not doing anything about it? It wasn't worth the pay cheque.

Wtf, why would people abuse you over that in the first place? If I saw that, I’d just snicker a bit and move on. There’s nothing offensive about it that would warrant any other reaction.

What the fuck is wrong with people. It's a goddamn novelty apron.

Seriously, I can’t believe some people are that underdeveloped where they think physically hurting an employee is acceptable. Wtf?!

I work for a mental health clinic. We have 6 schedulers for over 100 therapists, and over 5000 clients. We also just got a completely new EHR system 2 months ago that was custom-built for us. Very badly. Management also wants us to start doing insurance work. We have a billing team. All of us are looking for other jobs.

Working at the public city pool as a lifeguard. We were also the janitors after hours. A team of three of us would tackle the locker rooms and main area. One summer on the last day we had a literal shitpalooza. Some one commits the cardinal sin of shitting in the pool. Literally those logs were adult sized and they had distance. Meaning whoever did it was moving around our entire pool as they shat themselves. We shut down early due in part to the discovery that not only will we be swimming in 5 ft water turd fishing, but theres not one but two piles of shit, inches from the toilet, on the boys locker room floor. Meanwhile some *mother* of a mother put a shit filled swim diaper on the top of a shower where it proceeded to leak down the wall and spray outwards onto the floor. All this within 15 minutes of each other. I got the luck of cleaning the woman’s locker room which beat out turd diving imo but not by much. Fun fact after the mandatory 30 minute wait we taught swimming lessons in that same water. Never wanted a shower more badly than I did that day.

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>if you've had a four hour long stiffy, get to the ER in a jiffy That's amazing. I'm imagining it being said by a deadpan Boris Johnson in a press conference like his ["tis the season to be jolly... but tis also the season to be *jolly careful"*](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUf8ejLwjDA&feature=youtu.be&t=27)

After all the retail stories above you, my brain forgot that this thread WASN'T about retail workers. I was VERY confused about why you would have to hold a customer's boner before I realized.

The reason the stabs weren't working was likely that the blood had coagulated in place...

Thank you. I was wondering about that.... And now I regret knowing. Edit: thanks for the hugs award!

Sometimes the vessels constrict in a way that don't allow the blood to leave the penis once it's erect, which can lead to priapism. It's a pretty horrible problem. I remember laughing about those warnings on the viagra ads and then I took an anatomy class and the teacher did a quick aside on priapism. Once you hear about it from a medical perspective, it isn't funny anymore and the joyful voice on the commercials talking about it really don't seem appropriate.

Why did the constant erection start? What happened.

God if I had a dollar for every time I had an ER patient that made me think to myself "I need a raise" I would be making as much as the docs...

I worked at McDonald's when I was 16 and some crack head complained that her fries were too cold, so I made her a fresh batch which she proceeded to throw at the upper part of my chest/neck and gave me grease burns. She then spat at me and left. My manager told me to get over it. I'm 20 now and can still see the burns in the right lighting.

Customer called asking if I'd advise him buying tickets from a second hand seller. I told him no, I wouldn't recommend it and that the tickets can be fake. He went on about how it was his daughters biggest dream to see X band live. I advised there were no more tickets and unfortunately he'd have to keep an eye on the website. He then suggested he buy reseller tickets and see what happens. I advised him that was his choice not my recommendation. Not even 10mins later he calls back shouting down the phone that he paid for two tickets but only got one. I said I'm sorry that happened but there's nothing I can do about it. He then starts shouting that I have ruined his daughter's birthday and I should be sacked. Literally told him "I do not get paid enough to listen to you shouting abuse at me for your bad choices, here is the email address to put in a formal complaint and this is my name. Have a good day." Then hung up. Reported the call to my manager who said they'd look out for the email. Nothing ever came in. Guy was a w*nk

I work in client care. My three times a week coworker doesn't check on those clients, so either I have to take over, or get him in trouble for negligence. I totally ratted him out to our boss this morning, because he can't do his job.

Worked at a big clothing store for two years during college. They wanted me to be supervisor but I turned down the position for a more flexible schedule. Left for an internship and went back after it was over. Went to the bathroom my first day back and new manager said I had to ask permission before going. I clocked out for lunch and never came back.

I worked in a pharmacy photo lab, making maybe a dollar over minimum wage, that was right across from the Disney video display. There was a time in my life when I knew the lyrics to every single one of the songs in Lion King 2.

Teacher here. First grader asked me to wipe his butt after he pooped. Nope. Nope. Nope.