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Editors Note:What a Dick!!
An attorney I worked for. He fired me for "missing too much time" because I had breast cancer which included 3 surgeries and a 3 day hospitalization for pleurosy caused by radiation. He was an A***. Thing is.....I was pretty good at my job too-- but I'll never work for another attorney again. He wouldn't even give me a letter of recommendation as he thought he may have gotten in trouble for firing me if he did. Poor him, huh? We lost our home!!!!

A few years ago, I worked a summer job as a convenience store clerk, and the whole experience was something truly out of Clerks. However, the one person that stands out was the creepy-looking guy that came in wearing a blood-stained wifebeater and neon raver pants, left bloody footprints on the floor and purchased seven bottles of hydrogen peroxide. It was 2 in the morning, I was by myself in the middle of nowhere, barely alive after a double shift and classes the previous morning and I wasn't going to call him on it.
In fact, I didn't trust my memory of the event until I watched the security tape later.

As a high school band director, I once had a parent call me relentlessly one evening leaving numerous messages on my answering machine. I got home at eleven PM, and the phone rang again at midnight. She demanded to know why her daughter had gotten an A in band for the grading period AND NOT AN A+!!!!!

I actually never met the jerk that pooped in the Girl's fitting room at the clothing store I was cleaning out. I put all the clothes from the floor on the counter and there was poop all over me. I left and never went back.

I used to work in a staffing firm and we had all kinds of people that came in to look for work. One woman came in, very nice, but said she lost her job due to her body odor and that she had tried body sprays, cologne and everything to get rid of the odor. I could see why; the odor was so strong, it would hit the room like a skunk spraying its enemy. I had to spray down the entire office suite to rid the odor after she left. Needless to say, I could not find a job for her.

My dad was working at Hill airforce base 30 years ago when someone working on a f101 in the hanger accidently pulled the eject seat lever while sitting in the cockpit. It would of sent him much higher if the cealing hadn't got in the way .

I worked at a taco bell in NJ. One night another employee threw a firecrack(m-80) outside. At the same time a customer drove in the wrong way into the parking lot. The firework went into the cars open passengers window. The guy jumped out of his car. The car started to drive over and got stuck on the median between taco bell's parking lot and the diner's parking lot next door. My coworker ran into the store, and hid in the back. The driver ran in and asked where he went. We all said out the other door. He came back in a few minutes later with the cops. They accused a different employee of doing it and were about to take him to jail, when the real culprit came out and owned up to it. So he ended up spending the night in jail, in a taco bell uniform, before he finally got bailed out.

Recently I was told a story about a guy who worked in a factory with some very caustic chemicals.
All the workers were required to wear thick protective gloves, since any contact with the chemicals would , after a very short time, cause a severe burning sensation. Unfortunately, our hero didn't find out about the hole in his glove until shortly after a visit to the bathroom.He spent the rest of the day in the nurses office, holding his finger in one bowl of medicated solution and holding ...uh, the other injured appendage (from the trip to the bathroom) in a seperate bowl. To add to the humiliation, since the nurse was a woman, company policy dictated that her office door remain open!

Editors Note: Is "Sex Mechanic" Irish slang for "Sex Maniac"? or is this just a misspelling? Or are there actually "Sex Mechanics" in Ireland (hmmm, your a little low on oil")?
I worked in Dublin (Ireland) with a lad called Ned. He was a 17 year old sex mechanic. He could see sex in a box of matches he was so excitable. One day, one of the girls was making the tea when he prodded me and said 'You can see her knickers'. I looked and saw that the girl had her back to us and was squatted down pouring the kettle. I said 'Don't be daft, you can't see anything'. 'Oh yes you can' said Ned 'look at the reflection in the kettle'.............

Editors Note: This was originally posted elsewhere on the net and I thought it was hilarious (although gross) so big thanks to the author for letting me re-post it here.
Did you ever have a co-worker come into your office to talk about nothing you give two shits about, but she goes on and on and on, and to keep the piece here, you listen to her rhetoric, hoping and praying that she leaves soon, but she proceeds to stand right at your desk talking away, WHILE DIGGING IN HER EAR!!! THEN, as if that isn't worse enough, she then looks at her gold she pulled from her ear, and starts to dig it out of her nail IN FRONT OF YOU and flings it on the floor somewhere in your office!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE F**K IS THAT!!!??? I looked at her and I was like, ARE YOU KIDDING ME??
She could tell I wasn't too pleased about that, and she then ended her conversation that I didn't care about in the first place, and leaves my office. I am going to go get the carpet cleaner, and clean my carpet because it grosses me out that much!!

My former (Thank God!) boss was obsessed about his female employees wearing pantyhose. As the County prosecutor, he was responsible for the prosecution of felony crimes...you know, murder, rape, big stuff. And how did he spend his time? Sending his assistant out to walk the cubicles and make sure all the females had on pantyhose. A good friend of mine stopped wearing them during the summer. Knowing our boss, she got a preemptive note from her doctor saying she had an allergy to pantyhose. Sure enough, within a few weeks she was called into a meeting with her supervisor and the head of human resources. The HR lady asked her why she wasn't wearing hose, and my friend produced a copy of her doctor's note. Our boss wanted the original - not going to happen - and actually called her doctor himself, to verify the note. The following week, my friend was stopped by the head of the the Civil division (a very funny, older attorney) who exclaimed "We had a 2 hour meeting about your underwear!" Turns out our boss made his entire civil division research what he could legally do to force my friend to wear pantyhose. Yep, tax dollars at work. Another time he went on a 3 day rampage because the printers were sealing envelopes and we had to tape them shut. He would scream at people routinely, having huge tantrums at the drop of a hat. Oh, and his birthday was a major event. EVERYONE (we had over 200 employees) was expected to produce a card and gather to sing to him. Gifts scored you extra points. He even fired one prosecutor because he had a blog. What a great guy!