This isn't mine, but someone in my office was complaining. We have cubicles, so not a lot of privacy, and I guess this one lady would sit at her desk and clip dead skin off her feet all the time.. yuck..
I briefly had a job at a discount flooring store; I was in sales, and we were pretty consistently cycling through warehouse guys. On the second day one of them was employed, I walked in to find him showing off a wallet size photo of him with his ex-wife on their wedding day. Why, you ask, does he feel the need to do this? Because he believes that his ex-wife and I are lookalikes (not really, but okay) and he thinks this is an appropriate thing to share. He spent his entire tenure there pursuing me. Did I mention he was in his late thirties/early 40s and I was all of 21 years old? Yeah. Creepy.
Another warehouse guy notoriously ran a couple rolls out on for a routine delivery first thing in the morning in the company truck. Afternoon rolls around and he still wasn't back; the drive should have taken maybe 20 minutes each way. He wasn't answering (or did not have?) a cell phone. When he finally comes cruising in around 3, it's clear that he's made a stop at the grocery store and/or the liquor store, because he is drunk off his ass and there are snacks/receipt stashed under the seat. He had the balls to come in and blame car trouble; when the store manager followed him out to see for herself, he'd opened the hood of the truck, taken off the cap for some sort of car fluid (sorry, I don't know vehicles), and was behind the wheel furiously pumping the brakes (or something?), which sent fluid splattering everywhere. Needless to say, that was his last day.
A few years ago, I was teaching third grade and one of the other third grade teachers was absolutely awful! I was pregnant with DS and about a month into the school year, a very angry child (who was supposed to be in a behavior unit, but the proper paperwork had never been completed) became angry and ran straight at me, slamming into my stomach. I experienced some cramping, so my OB recommended that I go to the ER for an ultrasound. Everything was fine, thank God, but this other teacher decided that I was being dramatic and made the whole incident up because I was targeting the child due to his race. I am not at all racist and have actually taught very few children who were not minorities and have never had a problem. Well, this coworker was very vocal about his opinion and even made up stories about how I was forcing this child’s family to pay my medical bills. This is completely untrue. DH and I (and insurance) covered everything ourselves. He went so far as to tell his students that the other teachers who spoke to me and I were all racist and not to speak to us because he was angry that the child was placed in his class. He refused to speak to any of us and sat in staff meetings and in services playing solitaire. He regularly left students unattended. He publicly shamed kids and made them sit in the corner for hours. When I went on maternity leave, my sub was a very nice lady who had immigrated from Turkey. Well, he made her life hell by encouraging his students to call her Turkey lady. He was horrible to the staff and students and it drove me nuts, especially because he claimed to be a minister on the side. The saddest part is, he is an assistant principal now.
Oh and I forgot one of his more annoying behaviors. He would blare “California Love” LOUDLY the last 15 minutes of the day, which made it so hard to keep the kids calm, packed up, and in the proper dismissal lines. So inappropriate!
Okay folks. Here it is. The Saga of Shawna. (Sorry so late -- I was dealing with #toddler all day.) Please note that I read back in my old journal for a refresher on facts and it was...painful. I didn't love the job, the office manager didn't love me, and I was constantly worried that I was going to be fired. So, yay. Anyway. This will be long.
All this took place the year I worked at the eye doctor's office while my now-husband finished his last year of college. About a month after I was hired the office needed to hire another body, so for some reason the office manager went to a staffing company and hired Shawna without calling any of her references (I guess she couldn't because the employment agency was supposed to take care of that). Another coworker knew someone at one of the places Shawna had worked (the world of optometry is very small) and so she called her up and asked for the DL on Shawna. The woman basically told her, "LOL she's definitely not qualified for rehire" but wouldn't tell her why.
Everything with Shawna started out fine. Sure, she was quirky -- she told us about her dramatic weight loss and brought in this stuff she called "mush," which consisted of "edamummies," turkey sausage, and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember, for lunch every day. It smelled heinous when microwaved, but whatever. (Also apparently there was something about peanut butter that bothered me. Maybe she ate it directly out of the jar...I could see her doing that. Ew.) The first red flag about her, though, should have been her nineteen-year-old boyfriend, whom she'd met playing World of Warcraft and was trying to get to move to Colorado (they'd never met IRL). Shawna was in her mid-thirties.
Toward the end of October, a few months into her short stint with us, Shawna began to wear on me personally. Her food, her diet diatribes, the way she flirted with everyone, her smelly bathroom spray...I actually made a list back then, but I won't go into everything. I suffered in silence.
And then, in December, juuuust as Shawna's 90 day trial period at the office was ending -- after which she would be hired on permanently and would receive insurance benefits -- we were in a morning office meeting and realized that Shawna was missing. Several minutes later, the office manager (who I guess wasn't in the meeting? my journal doesn't make this fact clear) got her coat to leave. "I'm going to take Shawna to the doctor," she told us.
After the meeting I went into the optical closet to consult with the co-worker who always knew the office scuttlebutt (and the one whose friend had previously worked with Shawna). She had no details on that day's situation, but had managed to get more information out of her friend. Apparently, everything with Shawna had been going great at that office, and then, surprise surprise, a few days after her trial period had ended and she'd been hired on for good she'd injured her leg and couldn't work anymore -- she'd had to take paid leave. JUICY.
I never clarified what had happened with Shawna that day in my journal so all that's lost to history, but I guess she must have returned to work. I do remember she was super creepy with the doctor at the office Christmas party and there was some office gossip that she'd left with the doctor at Other Coworker's friend's practice previously.
In January, though, everything with Shawna blew up -- albeit quietly: she was sitting at her desk doing work and then all of a sudden went, "Oh! What happened?" She'd had, in her words, a mini-seizure.
After the mini-seizure, her health rapidly went downhill. All this according to her, of course. She experienced multiple "brain shocks" and spaced out regularly, which she blamed on her "episodes." She was convinced she had either a tumor, MS, or optic neuritis. One day she made us feel a "dent" in her head because she was sure it was the brain tumor pressing through her skull.
We co-workers, we speculated. We thought perhaps she was malingering in order to commit insurance fraud. We thought she was back on drugs (yes, she'd also told us about her extensive drug history), based on her long bathroom stints and the fact that her eyes were constantly dilated. I hypothesized hypochondria, or maybe even Munchausen Syndrome.
Meanwhile, Shawna's complaints became more aggressive. Stomach flu. Bloody urine. Continued brain shocks, accompanied by headaches and fogginess...
And then, as quickly as she'd entered into it, she slipped out of our lives. A few weeks after her initial mini-seizure she went to the doctor for an MRI and, in spite of inconclusive results, never came back to work, saying that she wanted to meet with the neurologist to straighten everything out before returning. We never heard from her again.
A few days after it became clear to all of us that Shawna's time with the company had come to an end, several of us met together for a sort of debrief chat session and realized that we'd each been holding on to our own bit of batshit crazy Shawna information. To the religious co-worker she'd confessed that she saw demons going in and out of a portal to hell in the basement of the old woman's house she was staying in. The portal was located next to some offensive posters. She'd also had a dream that flies were swarming her head -- an attack from said demons. To me she'd confessed that she was praying to God for a boob job. She also talked freely about her 'net boyfriend's penis. She was also, apparently, a recovering sex addict.
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Postscript: I still think about Shawna from time to time. She and her teenaged 'net boyfriend actually did end up working out. They moved to a town close to where I worked when we lived in Vegas, so I always had an eye on the resumes coming in to be sure that we never, ever, ever hired her. Not that she ever tried to apply. She ended up convincing some poor fool neurologist to do brain surgery on her -- I guess for some condition called a Chiari Malformation. There's a poorly-funded GoFundMe page created by her boyfriend. I realize after all this that I sound like a total jerk, but I swear to you there was nothing wrong with this woman other than perhaps some serious mental health issues that needed to be worked through.
Me: 31 | DH: 31
Together since 2003 | Married 2010 TTC #1 January 2016 BFP April 18 2016 | EDD December 29, 2016 Welcome baby A! January 9, 2017
TTC#2 March 2018 BFP March 30, 2018 | EDD December 12, 2018
So not really coworker, but he was our secretary. We had this weird guy who came in and was a secretary for us for like two-three months. He started to become buddy buddy with my "work brother". Turned out my coworker (the brother) walked out of his apartment one night and saw the secretary SITTING OUTSIDE HIS APARTMENT IN HIS CAR!! When he confronted him about it the next day, he said he was just checking out the apartments. The guy would go into the office after hours or stay late and play on the computer (by play I mean searching for jobs and stuff). I'd go in the office some mornings (I was always the first in) and the alarm wouldn't be set.. apparently he'd go in some mornings and wash up in the sink because he didn't have a place to shower. He was apparently living in his car and got a landlord to let him rent a CLOSET to live in for a couple weeks. This guy was such a creep. We were all so happy when he left. I am sure there are other weird things I am leaving out. He gave me the creeps. Work brother didn't want me to be alone in the building with him.
Me: 31
DH: 29, SA - Great
Married: June 12,2011
TTC #1: 1/2014
Diagnosis: Hypothalamic Amenorrhea
Treatment: Clomid: 50mg, 100mg, 150mg - not successful and not monitored
I worked with this girl for a long time. I don’t know if we’d call her crazy (I mean, she was a little crazy), but mostly she just almost drove me so far out of my mind that I considered quitting just so I could get away from her. Everything started out fine. We started working there pretty much around the same time and ended up sitting next to each other. We got a long well. She’s a very negative person, which I can take to a certain degree but constant negativity starts to get to me. She had a shitty boyfriend who she wanted to get engaged to but he obviously didn’t want to get engaged to her. I told her a great many times that she should dump him but she stayed with him until he dumped her several years later. She’s the type that wants to complain but doesn’t want any solutions. So she would present with a problem pretty much daily and I would shoot out some solutions and she’d shoot them all down. This could be anything from she was lonely and wanted a pet (every pet I suggested was unacceptable to her. She wound up with a hamster) down to some new problem with said boyfriend. She hated every single person she had to work for which included the nicest lady in the office who I had never seen get nasty with anyone let alone yell. But she was constantly being “yelled at” via e-mail. She frequently had panic attacks and would offer anyone who was remotely stressed one of her Xanax. I turned down a lot of Xanax. She also hated this one guy she worked for who always struck me as being pretty chill. I ended up working for him instead and she insisted he was an a-hole and I was going to hate him. Every time I told her we were getting along great her head almost exploded. Anyway the last straw with her was when I went ring shopping with now DH and instead of saying something normal she said, “well hopefully you’ll actually get engaged eventually, unlike me.” After years of her making everything about herself I was done after that. I was almost to the point of quitting when someone else in our department quit and I arranged to take his desk. I wound up sitting with a girl I didn’t know but who became my work BFF so everything was good in the end!
Crazy co-worker #1: This was quite some time ago, when I was in uni and working in a clothing store. I had this co-worker who was an absolute bully. I can't remember all the things she did (I feel like I blocked them out, but it still gives me mild anxiety to think about her), but one example follows. We each had our own "sections" of the store we worked (petites, plus size, formals, etc) and we were supposed to assist customers in our area without interfering with the other areas, since it was fairly clear that if you are shopping "petites", then you probably won't go to the regular section. We weren't on commission, but had daily sales targets to hit. Anyway, one customer must have not been happy with this woman, because she walked from dressing rooms on her side of the store all the way to mine, and asked me what I thought of the suit she was going to buy. So I talked to her, she decided to buy it, and I walked her over to the till and said to the cashier that I was helping her (ie my "sale"). Well, this crazy co-worker notices and makes a scene in the middle of the store, in front of the customer, about how I stole her sale and blah blah blah. I was too young to reply appropriately and didn't want to continue making a scene in front of the customer, so I just let her have her way. I wish, though, I would have told her that the customer was clearly unhappy with her because she came straight to me.. Anyway, I figured this woman will have a miserable life anyway, and this was just a temp job for me, so I didn't really care.
Crazy co-worker #2: So this is fresh off the presses. I don't want to give too many details just in case, but basically someone who had been working with us for years up until a few months ago has just been arrested for forging and selling transit passes It's unbelievable, since this person didn't even make that much money off this and the jobs in our industry pay REALLY well
I shared an office with a Filipina (did I spell that right?) woman who would call her family back home and talk in Tagalog all day long. I'm not exaggerating. She was probably on the phone with one relative or another for at least 6 hours during the day. This happened at least 3 days each week.
@rosebud332 Good thing you turned down the Xanax, I bet she would have used it against you because “you owed her”
Man, I have had so many...colorful co-workers over the years. Here are a few highlights. • I was an "office girl" for about a dozen aircraft mechanics, and one of them turned out to be a raging alcoholic. I thought he was just a little gritty and flirty - but I worked in the office, not the hangar. Shortly after he was fired we realized that the petty cash till (that was in my desk) was missing money. We loosely blamed him because we could literally trust each other with our lives, also none of us needed to steal cash. Shortly after his firing, I learned that he lived in the boss' old house in the country, rent-free because he was new to the area and didn't have money for an apartment. Living there was supposed to be temporary, especially since he was paid very well. Well, the boss never got paid any rent, and when he went to the house to see how badly it was trashed, all he found were handles and handles of empty, cheap vodka. The mechanic seriously made at least $80/hour and spent it all on booze. Sad really.
• In that same office, one of my bosses and I super didn't communicate. I didn't get it, we were like oil and water. He was paranoid and convinced that I was a moron. One day he was reaming me for something and in a break I interjected "Can I at least defend myself?" and he said "no!" Another time he was being paranoid about maintenance quotes - he was convinced that other shops were going through our garbage to give customers competing numbers - so I bought a shredder. The next day I start saying "Hey boss, yesterday when we were talking about quotes..." but he cut me off and lectured me FOR AN HOUR. Luckily there was another gal there to get the phone and help people, so I could be publicly shamed for no reason (thanks Melissa). When he finally stopped I finished my sentence and said "...so I got us a shredder, do you want one for your office too?" • Last one - different workplace - a guy who worked in the shared office next to my shared office would not stop flirting with me. It was cute for the first 20 minutes, then got old. About a month or so later, he tells me that he came to work high. We were in an analytical laboratory - we can't even drink coffee at our desks - much less come to work impaired! So I tattled immediately to management, who sent him out for a UA right away. Dude comes back and is obviously angry with me. I told him "Just don't talk to me" and eventually he started ignoring me, yay! Before that day was done, management asked me to record the "I'm high" morning talk. I said "Sure, do you want me to also record all of the wildly inappropriate things he says to me too?" So I got to spend an hour writing about him always asking about my sex life, and pressuring me for sex any time he walked by me. I wish they fired him, but no. He worked a minimum wage job that "he was good at" and the bosses were too lazy to hire and train someone with manners, so I left. Best day ever.
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@rosebud332 I can't stand constant negativity. My brother's ex-gf was like that and I stopped talking to her because it was so annoying. All the things she was complaining about were things she had control of, things that happened because of HER life choices. You put yourself in that position, if you don't like it then get out.
Me: 31
DH: 29, SA - Great
Married: June 12,2011
TTC #1: 1/2014
Diagnosis: Hypothalamic Amenorrhea
Treatment: Clomid: 50mg, 100mg, 150mg - not successful and not monitored
@echo-charlietango Wow! All three of your coworkers sound like messes. It amazes/frightens me the number of people who go to work impaired. What’s amazing is my nightmare coworker didn’t have to blow anyone to get that job. He is so intimidating that no one wants to get rid of him because he is scary and will cry racism, so they just keep moving him around.
Crazy co-worker #2: So this is fresh off the presses. I don't want to give too many details just in case, but basically someone who had been working with us for years up until a few months ago has just been arrested for forging and selling transit passes It's unbelievable, since this person didn't even make that much money off this and the jobs in our industry pay REALLY well
So I do a lot of negotiating with various oil companies, and western Canada is one of my territories, and whooooooooo boy am I having fun imagining that some of the terrible folks I've had to deal with over the years are the coworker you're talking about! None of them have struck me as criminal (criminally annoying, at best), but still...
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Re: GTKY: Crazy co-worker stories
TTC #1 January 2016
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Welcome baby A! January 9, 2017
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BFP March 30, 2018 | EDD December 12, 2018
Another warehouse guy notoriously ran a couple rolls out on for a routine delivery first thing in the morning in the company truck. Afternoon rolls around and he still wasn't back; the drive should have taken maybe 20 minutes each way. He wasn't answering (or did not have?) a cell phone. When he finally comes cruising in around 3, it's clear that he's made a stop at the grocery store and/or the liquor store, because he is drunk off his ass and there are snacks/receipt stashed under the seat. He had the balls to come in and blame car trouble; when the store manager followed him out to see for herself, he'd opened the hood of the truck, taken off the cap for some sort of car fluid (sorry, I don't know vehicles), and was behind the wheel furiously pumping the brakes (or something?), which sent fluid splattering everywhere. Needless to say, that was his last day.
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All this took place the year I worked at the eye doctor's office while my now-husband finished his last year of college. About a month after I was hired the office needed to hire another body, so for some reason the office manager went to a staffing company and hired Shawna without calling any of her references (I guess she couldn't because the employment agency was supposed to take care of that). Another coworker knew someone at one of the places Shawna had worked (the world of optometry is very small) and so she called her up and asked for the DL on Shawna. The woman basically told her, "LOL she's definitely not qualified for rehire" but wouldn't tell her why.
Everything with Shawna started out fine. Sure, she was quirky -- she told us about her dramatic weight loss and brought in this stuff she called "mush," which consisted of "edamummies," turkey sausage, and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember, for lunch every day. It smelled heinous when microwaved, but whatever. (Also apparently there was something about peanut butter that bothered me. Maybe she ate it directly out of the jar...I could see her doing that. Ew.) The first red flag about her, though, should have been her nineteen-year-old boyfriend, whom she'd met playing World of Warcraft and was trying to get to move to Colorado (they'd never met IRL). Shawna was in her mid-thirties.
Toward the end of October, a few months into her short stint with us, Shawna began to wear on me personally. Her food, her diet diatribes, the way she flirted with everyone, her smelly bathroom spray...I actually made a list back then, but I won't go into everything. I suffered in silence.
And then, in December, juuuust as Shawna's 90 day trial period at the office was ending -- after which she would be hired on permanently and would receive insurance benefits -- we were in a morning office meeting and realized that Shawna was missing. Several minutes later, the office manager (who I guess wasn't in the meeting? my journal doesn't make this fact clear) got her coat to leave. "I'm going to take Shawna to the doctor," she told us.
After the meeting I went into the optical closet to consult with the co-worker who always knew the office scuttlebutt (and the one whose friend had previously worked with Shawna). She had no details on that day's situation, but had managed to get more information out of her friend. Apparently, everything with Shawna had been going great at that office, and then, surprise surprise, a few days after her trial period had ended and she'd been hired on for good she'd injured her leg and couldn't work anymore -- she'd had to take paid leave. JUICY.
I never clarified what had happened with Shawna that day in my journal so all that's lost to history, but I guess she must have returned to work. I do remember she was super creepy with the doctor at the office Christmas party and there was some office gossip that she'd left with the doctor at Other Coworker's friend's practice previously.
In January, though, everything with Shawna blew up -- albeit quietly: she was sitting at her desk doing work and then all of a sudden went, "Oh! What happened?" She'd had, in her words, a mini-seizure.
After the mini-seizure, her health rapidly went downhill. All this according to her, of course. She experienced multiple "brain shocks" and spaced out regularly, which she blamed on her "episodes." She was convinced she had either a tumor, MS, or optic neuritis. One day she made us feel a "dent" in her head because she was sure it was the brain tumor pressing through her skull.
We co-workers, we speculated. We thought perhaps she was malingering in order to commit insurance fraud. We thought she was back on drugs (yes, she'd also told us about her extensive drug history), based on her long bathroom stints and the fact that her eyes were constantly dilated. I hypothesized hypochondria, or maybe even Munchausen Syndrome.
Meanwhile, Shawna's complaints became more aggressive. Stomach flu. Bloody urine. Continued brain shocks, accompanied by headaches and fogginess...
And then, as quickly as she'd entered into it, she slipped out of our lives. A few weeks after her initial mini-seizure she went to the doctor for an MRI and, in spite of inconclusive results, never came back to work, saying that she wanted to meet with the neurologist to straighten everything out before returning. We never heard from her again.
A few days after it became clear to all of us that Shawna's time with the company had come to an end, several of us met together for a sort of debrief chat session and realized that we'd each been holding on to our own bit of batshit crazy Shawna information. To the religious co-worker she'd confessed that she saw demons going in and out of a portal to hell in the basement of the old woman's house she was staying in. The portal was located next to some offensive posters. She'd also had a dream that flies were swarming her head -- an attack from said demons. To me she'd confessed that she was praying to God for a boob job. She also talked freely about her 'net boyfriend's penis. She was also, apparently, a recovering sex addict.
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Postscript: I still think about Shawna from time to time. She and her teenaged 'net boyfriend actually did end up working out. They moved to a town close to where I worked when we lived in Vegas, so I always had an eye on the resumes coming in to be sure that we never, ever, ever hired her. Not that she ever tried to apply. She ended up convincing some poor fool neurologist to do brain surgery on her -- I guess for some condition called a Chiari Malformation. There's a poorly-funded GoFundMe page created by her boyfriend. I realize after all this that I sound like a total jerk, but I swear to you there was nothing wrong with this woman other than perhaps some serious mental health issues that needed to be worked through.
TTC #1 January 2016
BFP April 18 2016 | EDD December 29, 2016
Welcome baby A! January 9, 2017
TTC#2 March 2018
BFP March 30, 2018 | EDD December 12, 2018
Me: 31
DH: 29, SA - Great
Married: June 12,2011
TTC #1: 1/2014
Diagnosis: Hypothalamic Amenorrhea
Treatment: Clomid: 50mg, 100mg, 150mg - not successful and not monitored
Menopur 75ml (upped to 112.5ml), Ovidrel, & IUI IUI #1 8/31/2015
9/15/2015: BFP HCG - 400, 9/17/2015: HCG - 827, 9/21/2015 - HCG 3,327!@ab_canada That is disgusting!!
@AGK2015 Oh.. wow. That is creepy and that second guy sounds like a real winner..
@katy0990 Oh my gosh!! He sounds like a terrible person.
@PensiveCrayon Wowwwwwwww. She sounds like a whole lot of crazy!!
Me: 31
DH: 29, SA - Great
Married: June 12,2011
TTC #1: 1/2014
Diagnosis: Hypothalamic Amenorrhea
Treatment: Clomid: 50mg, 100mg, 150mg - not successful and not monitored
Menopur 75ml (upped to 112.5ml), Ovidrel, & IUI IUI #1 8/31/2015
9/15/2015: BFP HCG - 400, 9/17/2015: HCG - 827, 9/21/2015 - HCG 3,327!TTC #1 January 2016
BFP April 18 2016 | EDD December 29, 2016
Welcome baby A! January 9, 2017
TTC#2 March 2018
BFP March 30, 2018 | EDD December 12, 2018
Wow, that guy sounds absolutely awful
This was quite some time ago, when I was in uni and working in a clothing store. I had this co-worker who was an absolute bully. I can't remember all the things she did (I feel like I blocked them out, but it still gives me mild anxiety to think about her), but one example follows. We each had our own "sections" of the store we worked (petites, plus size, formals, etc) and we were supposed to assist customers in our area without interfering with the other areas, since it was fairly clear that if you are shopping "petites", then you probably won't go to the regular section. We weren't on commission, but had daily sales targets to hit. Anyway, one customer must have not been happy with this woman, because she walked from dressing rooms on her side of the store all the way to mine, and asked me what I thought of the suit she was going to buy. So I talked to her, she decided to buy it, and I walked her over to the till and said to the cashier that I was helping her (ie my "sale"). Well, this crazy co-worker notices and makes a scene in the middle of the store, in front of the customer, about how I stole her sale and blah blah blah. I was too young to reply appropriately and didn't want to continue making a scene in front of the customer, so I just let her have her way. I wish, though, I would have told her that the customer was clearly unhappy with her because she came straight to me.. Anyway, I figured this woman will have a miserable life anyway, and this was just a temp job for me, so I didn't really care.
Crazy co-worker #2:
So this is fresh off the presses. I don't want to give too many details just in case, but basically someone who had been working with us for years up until a few months ago has just been arrested for forging and selling transit passes
Man, I have had so many...colorful co-workers over the years. Here are a few highlights.
• I was an "office girl" for about a dozen aircraft mechanics, and one of them turned out to be a raging alcoholic. I thought he was just a little gritty and flirty - but I worked in the office, not the hangar. Shortly after he was fired we realized that the petty cash till (that was in my desk) was missing money. We loosely blamed him because we could literally trust each other with our lives, also none of us needed to steal cash. Shortly after his firing, I learned that he lived in the boss' old house in the country, rent-free because he was new to the area and didn't have money for an apartment. Living there was supposed to be temporary, especially since he was paid very well. Well, the boss never got paid any rent, and when he went to the house to see how badly it was trashed, all he found were handles and handles of empty, cheap vodka. The mechanic seriously made at least $80/hour and spent it all on booze. Sad really.
• In that same office, one of my bosses and I super didn't communicate. I didn't get it, we were like oil and water. He was paranoid and convinced that I was a moron. One day he was reaming me for something and in a break I interjected "Can I at least defend myself?" and he said "no!" Another time he was being paranoid about maintenance quotes - he was convinced that other shops were going through our garbage to give customers competing numbers - so I bought a shredder. The next day I start saying "Hey boss, yesterday when we were talking about quotes..." but he cut me off and lectured me FOR AN HOUR. Luckily there was another gal there to get the phone and help people, so I could be publicly shamed for no reason (thanks Melissa). When he finally stopped I finished my sentence and said "...so I got us a shredder, do you want one for your office too?"
• Last one - different workplace - a guy who worked in the shared office next to my shared office would not stop flirting with me. It was cute for the first 20 minutes, then got old. About a month or so later, he tells me that he came to work high. We were in an analytical laboratory - we can't even drink coffee at our desks - much less come to work impaired! So I tattled immediately to management, who sent him out for a UA right away. Dude comes back and is obviously angry with me. I told him "Just don't talk to me" and eventually he started ignoring me, yay! Before that day was done, management asked me to record the "I'm high" morning talk. I said "Sure, do you want me to also record all of the wildly inappropriate things he says to me too?" So I got to spend an hour writing about him always asking about my sex life, and pressuring me for sex any time he walked by me. I wish they fired him, but no. He worked a minimum wage job that "he was good at" and the bosses were too lazy to hire and train someone with manners, so I left. Best day ever.
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BFP#2 Apr 2018 • It's a boy! • Born 13 Dec 2018
@echo-charlietango Wow... to every single one of those. Crazy!
@rosebud332 I can't stand constant negativity. My brother's ex-gf was like that and I stopped talking to her because it was so annoying. All the things she was complaining about were things she had control of, things that happened because of HER life choices. You put yourself in that position, if you don't like it then get out.
Me: 31
DH: 29, SA - Great
Married: June 12,2011
TTC #1: 1/2014
Diagnosis: Hypothalamic Amenorrhea
Treatment: Clomid: 50mg, 100mg, 150mg - not successful and not monitored
Menopur 75ml (upped to 112.5ml), Ovidrel, & IUI IUI #1 8/31/2015
9/15/2015: BFP HCG - 400, 9/17/2015: HCG - 827, 9/21/2015 - HCG 3,327!