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I was a Poop-flinger. No seriously! It's a real thing! You stand on the back of a wagon being towed by a tractor fling the poop out in a nice arc so that it spreads around. Poop-flinging stinks...in more ways then one!

I had a boss that would have me go to her office in the back of our office complex and turn on her computer and office light to make it look like she was at work on time. She was the HR Director and totally stunk at it. She would take vacation time when she had to present big projects in meetings. I had, had it when she was on vacation again and people showed up at our office from the IRS asking for her. She had forgetten to file the businesses important claiming paperwork for the past 3 years. I called her cell to let her know about her visitors and to give my 2 weeks notice.

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I worked as a Vet assistant through out high school and college. It was my job to do all the nasty jobs, like cleaning up pounds and pounds of animal crap, giving dogs enemas, and expressing anal glands (yum). Anyways, this one particular week we put down several dogs and cats, so much so that we ran out of room in our horizontal freezer. The owner of the practice told me to squeeze in this one last dead dog. It was a huge friggin Golden retriever and there was absolutely no room. When I told my boss there was no room, he just said "nonsense!, Take out all the animals and rearrange them to make them fit.". So that what I did. I must have pulled a dozen dead dogs and cats out of that freezer. Then I mushed the freshly dead dog into the corner of the freezer and then, like a puzzle, grabbed various frozen cats and dogs and tried to see which ones fit best with one another. It was pretty gross, but my boss was right...we did have room for one more.

I once worked in an office with a beautiful Ukrainian girl who I'll call Mimi. One day, I arrived at work to see my boss and most of the staff all standing on chairs near the front of the office with my bosses assistant frantically dialing a pest control company while squatting fully ATOP her desk. I asked what was wrong and they gestured toward the backroom (door now closed), telling me that there was a giant rat back there. So, being a manly man, (and wanting to look tough for the ladies)I gave a jaunty smile and bravely swaggered back to the closed door.Swingiing it open , hands on hips,I surveyed the room and what I saw was a huge, hideous, monstrous rat. Larger than the largest cat I'd ever seen and he was obviously ill, and angry!The bastard was lying on his side at first, then lifting his massive head, he turned his nasty, beady little evil rat eyes toward me and BARED HIS TEETH!. This was the point when I slammed the door and quickly joined my colleagues, now standing firmly atop my own desk.
Enter Mimi, sweet, petite, beautiful Mimi, who, after the situation was explained insisted on seeing the beast herself. I bravely offered to share half my desk upon her return and watched her disappear into the back room. Seconds later I heard her sweet, accented voice, now in soothing little girl tones, "Awww, poor baby, you don't feel well, do you?" Through the crack in the door we were all repelled by the sight of Mimi hand FEEDING this horrible monster ham from her Egg McMuffin!! Fortunately, at this point the pest control guy walked in, smirked at us all standing on our desks and asked where the "varmint" was. We all pointed to the door and he, just as I had moments before, swaggered back and opened the door...only to come running back seconds later. "You didn't tell me it was ALIVE!" He said! " I gotta call my boss" and with that he left out the door, never to be seen again.
About twenty minutes later, the problem was resolved when the horrid creature expired on his own (probably that McDonalds food) and the manliest one of us (Mimi)
took a shovel and sadly delivered the rat to his final resting...our dumpster.

I had a job working for a record company in Canada. It was pretty dull, going from store to store endlessly counting and re-ordering records, anyway, one day this really, REALLY beautiful blonde girl comes over and strikes up a conversation with me (this never happens). We chat for nearly an hour about music, politics, life, love, all the while with me gazing into her sweet baby blue eyes. Then she invites me over to her place after work! I pinch myself, am I awake? Could this be true? Of course I accepted. She starts telling me how much she enjoyed chatting with me! What she'll cook me for dinner!...and how she can't wait to introduce me to her SPIRITUAL LEADER!! Ok, I'm hoping that she's just devote and the Vicar lives next door, or even if the "Spiritual Leader" lives in her head. Thats ok too, I can deal with a little craziness if a womans cute enough (yes, shallow IS my middle name). But nope, the "Leader" is an actual guy, living with her and a bunch of other mopes in some kind of wilderness compound...of course I never showed for the dinner.

This one will be fun. I have a new boss who just left a cult. Nobody at work knows this...I started researching it after she talked about this so-called organization. She left the compound and works for the company we are with...but devotes her weekends still to this ridiculous cult like religion. She has even brought the cult leaders into the work place to meet everyone recently..scary people I tell ya. She lived in the compound for four years and my next line of research is to find out WHY she no longer lives there. Very odd.

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I was working in a max.security mens'prison,(Im a nurse)and we were in a tough situation (prison riots were a daily event) and so we couldnt keep quality nurses,and the applicant pickins' were getting slim.
So our boss hired 2 (odd looking!!) nurses who said they were from Tx. and had correctional nursing experience.They were hired on as 'temps'(then full time if their licenses were ok)

My friend and I were taking turns orientating them,showing the ropes.
Well,these 2 gals had odd behaviors,but we let it go,as times were tough,but my patience is only good for so long....by now,my co-worker friend was creeped out by these 2,and she left me holding the bag(s)!
My last straw came when the 2 gals & I were on supper break one evening,just eating/talking,getting to know them type of things....
Then,out of the blue,one of them proceeded to do something I couldnt believe!....She casually took her dentures out,and very throughly licked each one clean!
We were having sandwiches,ok,so most people know bread sticks to the teeth (even worse on 'falsies')....believe me,she must have taken a full 10 minutes to get them 'just right'.....Ive seen some pretty gory stuff in my day,but her doing that.....
I was literally froze,couldnt take my eyes away!Then she just popped them back in,and returned to work.

This lady used to come into the supermarket where I worked, she eventually got kicked out for good. She had long gray hair, wore a hood even in summer, long dress, creepy, looked like a witch, she scared kids in the store. She chased the bag person away to bag her own, in garbage bags she brought with her. When she paid, she reached down into her pants, inside, to get a baggie full of change. She was so mean and nasty and dirty. She carried a suitcase with her, some say she was actually loaded and her money was inside. We called her suitcase lady.

I remember a long time ago, when I was working as security for a very fancy 5-star hotel in Puerto Rico. A creepy old guy wanted to come in and oh my god!, he was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and -wait for it- panty hose and high heel shoes!. No need to tell you that mr weirdo was in high violation of the hotel's dress code for evening so I naturally told him he can't go in like that. He said some weird stuff I can't remember, but at the end he said "I'm right and you are wrong" and I said "whatever freakshow, beat it". I tell you, I needed a drink after that.

My boss used to love to pick on me. She made fun of my hair "Dont you own a hairbrush?" my pants "It's not Christmas time, why are you wearing velvet pants to work?" my shirts "Dont you own an iron?" and my voice "You need to be peppy when you answer the phone, you sound like you just rolled out of bed" (i have a deep voice, some say sexy) my Armani glasses "You look like an old grandma with those thick frames" and my brain, when i couldnt fix her 1980's fax machine "Well, you're just stupid, thats why you cant fix it" and screamed like a psycho because I forgot one week to water her five million plants in the office and the leaves were turning brown. She was a big fat pig with alot of money and paid me 7 bucks an hour to be her assistant (office slave) Of course I quit after a few months.