Horror Stories At Work

[Fox1789]

I am in the cosmetology industry and I had a client come in to get a shampoo and a roller set. This was no big deal to me because i do about 10 of these daily but when i did the consultation she failed to tell me she was on a new medication. When i started to shampoo her hair clumps of hair where coming out in my hands and i did't know what to do! The medication she was taking was making her hair fall out. But at that moment i thought it was something i did and it scared me.


Would anyone like to share some stories?

 

[thenoblitt]

My cousin use to work in an old peoples home, and she has told me that people would just pee and poop on themselves and not tell anybody until there whole bed was covered in the stuff, also that some people would purposely do that and then tell everybody and then try to fight anyone that tried to change them

 

[JupiterBase]

Well i work at a party supply store and one day during october for about 6 hours i was the only one pulling costumes as well watching the fitting rooms and directing the customers to merchandise i was running the halloween area by myself wich usualy require like 8 people, i was also expected to shipping and recieving. that was hell.

As to why it was horrible they had a mob mentality was almost lynched. The lengths some people will go to to get stuff for ther children.

 

[Jark212]

I broke my boss's $6,000 dinner table. That made a hell of a phone conversation...

Good thing he's a millionaire...

 

[Aerodynamic]

I broke my boss's $6,000 dinner table. That made a hell of a phone conversation...

Good thing he's a millionaire...

Holy Hell, I would of had crapped my pants in that case

I have no horror story's because I don't go to work yet :|.

 

[DoctorNick]

So I use to work with this guy named Ken.

Ken was a cantankerous old bastard who didn't really like anyone or anything and wasn't afraid to say it, but that's secondary to this discussion.

Thing is, Ken didn't brush his teeth. Now I don't mean "Wow, he has some bad breath." No that I'd be able to deal with, what I mean is that I don't think he'd used a toothbrush for at least a decade and hasn't seen a dentist for at least twice that.

His two front teeth were rotted down to stumps, all of his molars were black and every tooth had at least one visibly rotting spot. Then there was his breath, oh dear God his breath, it was like being hit by some unseen vile presence that washed over you, hot and acrid as if the top layer of your skin might peel just being close to it.

The real kicker? He was one of those people who just loveeed to get up in your face when talking to you.

I feel like I need to take a shower just thinking about it.

 

[Motiv_]

Apparently because I am white I cannot fire any minority because if I do, I am a Swastika-wearing racist shitbag who NEEDS to be sued for everything he owns. Cool job huh.

 

[Gentleman_Reptile]

I used to work in a pet shop run by a family of what I could only describe as insane asylum escapees. I worked there for about three weeks and an animal died for every day I was there.

At first I just assumed I had acquired some horrible hindu curse but then I realised it was because A: the crazy old bat who does all the paperwork was smoking about 5 ciggarets a day out near the budgie cages. And B: The creepy guy who runs the place had accidentally poisoned half the fishtanks with the wrong algae or some shit.

They were all constantly fighting and the son of these two nutjobs tols me I'd get fired if I mentioned to his dad that his mum was smoking because she just got over some disease and wasnt supposed to be and they kicked the sister out of the house last time she happened to mention it to him!

Needless to say, I quit.

 

[SturmDolch]

Boxing day at Best Buy was hardcore. Here's what was supposed to happen:

First customers in line get a choice of tickets for the deals. Then, they come to me, the guy by the camera cage, if they want a camera.

Apparently they decided NOT to do that. I didn't know, so when the insane rush of people ran through the store, they thought they'd get the things by asking for them. The first woman that came asked me for one, and I asked, "Where's your ticket?"
"TICKET!? WHAT TICKET!? IVE BEEN WAITING IN THE COLD FOR 3 HOURS! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?"
"Well, you're supposed to have a t-"
"WHAT!? NO! NO NO NO WHERES YUR MANAGER!"

So I waved my supervisor down, and he let me give her the bloody camera. Was the RAGE necessary? No. The deal wasn't even that special, pretty much an every-day deal but superimposed on a flyer and labelled doorcrasher so that people think it's awesome.

What pissed me off even more was the know-it-all co-worker who looked over from her aisle, smiled at me with her herpies grin, and said, "You always want to try to avoid conflict!" I could have shoved a camera down her throat. If the rumours about her are true, it would have fit from all her, er, practise.

 

[Sonofadiddly]

This story is less horrible and more hilarious. I was working in the shoe section of Fred Meyer and some guy had picked out a pair of shoes, but apparently at some point he had set them down and they had vanished. I heard him loudly complaining that someone had stolen his shoes, and eventually he yelled loud enough for the whol department to hear:

"WHAT IS THIS, ISRAEL?"

I had to duck behind a rack of shoes so I could laugh my ass off without being seen. Israel?