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I used to work for a slaughterhouse where we slaughtered hogs. A guy got mad at work and put too many cracklings in the guts auger and clogged it on purpose then walked off the job and quit. I was the newest employee; this was a summer job of mine in college. They made me climb up on top of the open-topped semi trailer and pull the stuck guts out by hand. It was like 95 degrees in the summer heat and there must have been a billion flies over that truckload of guts. I am not making this up.

I worked in an office that had been set up in a converted store front on a busy and kinda sleazy block in a major city. Although there was always a fair amount of crime going in on, we were well protected since we always had the local beat cop sleeping in our basement...ok, thats a lie, he wasnt always sleeping, sometimes he'd be talking on the phone or watching tv. Often we'd bide the time by trying to guess which hookers were really guys. Anway, one day I was sitting at my desk, feeling sorry for myself having this lousy job, in this crappy neighborhood when a poorly dressed guy shuffled up to the window right in front of my desk and mere INCHES away from me, seperated by only a thine pane of glass, unzips and takes a leak right on the window, aiming in my direction. To this day, I'm not certain if he was a homeless drunk or perhaps an customer making a statement.

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Editors note: A memo regarding toilet paper flakes?? Truly a micro manager!
Oh my gosh! Now, I love my job and there is noting else I would rather do but...my boss is a micromanager to the nth degree. She is prolific with the e-mails and has no problem storming into employees' offices to harangue them about the smallest thing. She is always right and will claim she never said "...xyz..." to you if it comes back that it truly was a mistake. When I came to her and told her I was pregnant and wanted to set aside some time to talk about maternity leave she said: "You know. You don't have to keep it." Yep. That's right. Upon returning from vacation, from where she calls multiple times a day, she will inspect the entire building and then send an email outlining the most innane things. For example: "Folks. Upon my return I noticed the mat outside the side entrance was askew. It should be flush with the door. Also, it seems that someone cannot flush the toilet properly. There were toilet tissue flakes floating in the bowl. Please flush twice to make sure all tissue is disposed of. For whoever used the stapler last. Please replace the staples. The refrigerator in the staff area has a cherry yogurt on the top shelf. I am not sure if everyone is aware that the top shelf is for my salads. Please keep all yougurt on the middle shelf." No lie. This is almost verbatim. At one point I had to tell her that a practice that she wanted me to employ was frowned upon by funders. She told me: "Do it until someone questions you about it." Against my better judgement, I did. It was the board who questioned me about it. I said "I have discussed this matter with my superior and was told to continue it." When she was questioned she claimed to have never had the conversation. Oh this happens all the time....and not just to me. Oh I've got enough stories to fill a book.

I was a restaurant manager for Burger King ,Years ago,. Lunch rush was on!!! I was helping the drive thru cashier,collecting money and taking orders. In my headsetIi heard a horn blowing ,"Beep, Beep ,Beep ect" for about 5 Min's . it was driving me nuts. so i went out back to investigate. a couple of teenagers were getting it ON in our back parking lot. she was on top of his lap riding him like a horse. "beep beep" get the picture!! she apparently got her foot stuck in the steering wheel in the heat of passion, I had to call "911" . now trying to explain this to the operator with out falling off my chair,I did so with urgency. all the police squad showed up, fire,emt's,ambulance and just about the whole city showed up for this fiasco!!! needless to say they made it on the 6 o'clock news!Now hows that for a whopper!!LOL

When I was 14, my mother's boyfriend had a door knocker type of security service. Basically, 2 or 3 times a night, you walk through warehouses and such and punch a clock at the different stations around the place while looking for bad guys or whatever. They thought it would be a good way for me to make some extra money if I worked all night so they teamed me up with this one legged guy (I was too young to drive) and we went around to a bunch of places and 'secured' them. One place we went was a laundromat. We had to close it up at 1 am. He couldn't get out of the car, so I had to do the legwork. He'd sit and wait 'til I got done, then we'd drive to the next place. At this laundromat, he ran out of gas, so I had to hitch hike to a gas station (this was in Phoenix, AZ, a 24 hour town) to get some gas. A Maricopa county cop saw me hitch hiking and pulled over to ask me why I was hitch hiking at 2 am on a school night. I told him the story, but of course, he didn't believe it, but he 'offered' to take me to the gas station and back to the car, which he did. When we got back to the laundromat, the one legged guy was still waiting in his old 1948 Hudson and the cop talked to him and he verified everything I said, so he didn't haul me in. I was pretty happy about that! (This was in 1964)

Also in Phoenix, I worked weekend days at a wrecking yard that year using an acetylene torch to cut up junker cars for scrap. That was REALLY a hot sweaty job, but I got cigarettes and $5 per weekend. That was cool.

Another of my mother's boyfriends would 'hire' winos to work on a cotton farm south of Phoenix. We'd cruise skid row in the evening (Phoenix had a huge skid row) to hunt these guys down and get them to drinking in the back of the panel truck. When they were finally passed out, we'd drive to the farm and take them in this large barracks type building with about 20 beds in it. They'd wake up the next morning not knowing where the hell they were. Pretty funny, cause the farm was virtually in the middle of the desert, so they either had to work in the cotton fields or take a chance on walking back to town without dying.

I had a lot more unpleasant jobs, but these were probably the worst. AND, they are TRUE!

This ACTUALLY happened to me.I once worked in a busy office where we had to do a fair amount of phone work. Due to the sheer volume of people we ran across some pretty strange names. One day, a customer I'd been dealing with, Mrs Head, called my Manager out of the blue. Debbie, my boss, quickly put the woman on hold and yelled to me "WOULD YOU GET ME THE FILE FOR HEAD?..."HELL YES!" I replied, running with the file "I would have got it for nothing!".

Editors note: Thanks to Anonymous for letting me use a number of good
posts...this is the first.
Several years ago, we had an Intern who was none too swift. One
day she was typing and turned to a secretary and said, "I'm almost out of
typing paper. What do I do?" "Just use copier machine paper," the
secretary told her. With that, the intern took her last remaining blank piece of
paper, put it on the photocopier and proceeded to make five "blank"
copies.

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