pigless in VA
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Californiablonde has a tough work situation. She's been very brave and decided that she is going to deal with it for the next few years until she can retire. Sometimes hearing other people's zany work stories can give you the strength to face your own situation. Every work situation has its challenges. What are some of the things you've had to handle?
CB, I used to work in a laboratory. I could fill pages of stories about the strange folks that I had to work with. I considered going back to work for them again but decided against it as there is one dude there whom I will call Dave. He hates me. He still hates me even though I've been gone for 18 years. Dave is a dud. He has zero manners and zero understanding of social rules.
Dave and another guy used to have farting wars where they would eat gas causing foods and spend all afternoon farting into the box fans and pointing them at each other.
Dave liked to take naps. He liked to nap spread eagle on the hood of his truck in the State parking lot. The Capitol Police thought he was a vagrant and demanded that he go away. He was incensed, because it was "my break, and my truck!" We had a small wall out in front of our building. Dave relocated his nap to the small wall. It is noteworthy that we had a forensics lab in our building. Police officers were streaming in and out all day bringing in evidence. So . . . they again thought Dave was a vagrant and informed him that napping on the wall in front of our building was not going to happen.
Dave, ever the conservationist, decided to recycle his aluminum cans. He preferred to crush them. He devised an ingenious method by stacking 4 cans on a laboratory table, placing a 4-legged stool on top of them and then jumping on the stool thereby crushing all 4 cans with a satisfyingly loud bang.
Dave, as noted above, did not understand appropriate work attire. He typically wore low riding, raggedy jeans with a grubby t-shirt. Frequently, his t-shirts were printed with tasteless jokes. I love a good joke, but you can't wear that stuff to work. The only one that I recall (this must have been during the stage where we had a supervisor who put her hands up as blinders when she walked through the lab because I confronted him) was Santa sitting atop a chimney as if the chimney were a toilet with his red trousers down around his black boots. It said something like, "You know you've been bad when . . ."
Dave was noted for saying witty things in meetings such as, "Will we have to brown-nose to get this job?"
CB, I used to work in a laboratory. I could fill pages of stories about the strange folks that I had to work with. I considered going back to work for them again but decided against it as there is one dude there whom I will call Dave. He hates me. He still hates me even though I've been gone for 18 years. Dave is a dud. He has zero manners and zero understanding of social rules.
Dave and another guy used to have farting wars where they would eat gas causing foods and spend all afternoon farting into the box fans and pointing them at each other.
Dave liked to take naps. He liked to nap spread eagle on the hood of his truck in the State parking lot. The Capitol Police thought he was a vagrant and demanded that he go away. He was incensed, because it was "my break, and my truck!" We had a small wall out in front of our building. Dave relocated his nap to the small wall. It is noteworthy that we had a forensics lab in our building. Police officers were streaming in and out all day bringing in evidence. So . . . they again thought Dave was a vagrant and informed him that napping on the wall in front of our building was not going to happen.
Dave, ever the conservationist, decided to recycle his aluminum cans. He preferred to crush them. He devised an ingenious method by stacking 4 cans on a laboratory table, placing a 4-legged stool on top of them and then jumping on the stool thereby crushing all 4 cans with a satisfyingly loud bang.
Dave, as noted above, did not understand appropriate work attire. He typically wore low riding, raggedy jeans with a grubby t-shirt. Frequently, his t-shirts were printed with tasteless jokes. I love a good joke, but you can't wear that stuff to work. The only one that I recall (this must have been during the stage where we had a supervisor who put her hands up as blinders when she walked through the lab because I confronted him) was Santa sitting atop a chimney as if the chimney were a toilet with his red trousers down around his black boots. It said something like, "You know you've been bad when . . ."
Dave was noted for saying witty things in meetings such as, "Will we have to brown-nose to get this job?"