What're your crazy/shitty work stories? I'll start with one of my ownt:

What're your crazy/shitty work stories? I'll start with one of my ownt:

>work at recycling plant as "can kiosk operator"
>homeless people & bar owners bring me cans, I crush them and give them a ticket for it that they give to people for money
>normal day, couple of homeless regulars and guys in pickups full of trashbags with cans, nothing fancy
>suddenly in the distance, I see a guy on an electric wheelchair pull through the entrance with with a few bags around the sides followed by another
>they both show up and I go up to them
>"Are you two ready for me to crush your cans?"
>"No we're waiting for our other guy"
>look at the entrance again and see another guy in an electric wheelchair towing a 20ft-ish homemade trailer literally stuffed with black trash bags full of aluminum cans
>get over the radio and ask "Should I redirect these guys to the scale" (trucks with trailers & box trucks are weighed at a scale and crushed at the baler, I handle everything but)
>people in the office say no because they aren't in a vehicle
>mfw I have to crush an entire 20ft trailer worth of cans because it's being pulled by a wheelchair and not a car
>end up running the cans through the crusher
>suddenly everyone else decides to get their cans crushed at the same time I'm doing the can convoy
>about 3 pickups and 5 homeless people just sit and watch as I try to run the can convoy through as quick as possible
>about 30 minutes and a very long line later they're done
>give them their ticket and they leave and back to work
>"I won't have to see them for another few months because of all their cans" I think
>can convoy shows up every day for the next week with the same amount of cans
>mfw

>starting to work in machine shop
>specifically on a drilling machine
>guy comes over and sets up first job
>I have to drill three holes in a piece of aluminum about the size of my fist
>I'm standing next to him and he brings the drill down on the first piece to show me how it's done
>he forgot to set the blocks to hold the piece in place
>drill his the piece, it spins and flies across the room
>guy standing at the lathe takes it right off the side of the head
>never saw so much blood in my life
>huge gash but no penetration into the skull
>my first day there and I've helped someone almost kill another worker

pic related

Holy shit how even

Maybe he thought it was aluminum or some shit, that isn't magnetic

it actually is, you just need a stronger magnet to feel it

I remember working at the plant I talked about in the OP, they tried to train me to identify different types of metal (copper, tin, etc.) and aluminum wasn't magnetic. If we were ever om doubt, we pulled out a magnet on a keychain and ran it over to see if it stuck or not.

I know it does shit with magnetics and shit, but if you were to put a magnet up to a gutter or anything it won't stick.

>me and other guy do basic cable pulling shit all day every day
>arrive at new construction site, ventilation has to be tested, you know the big ones for office buildings
>the elevator was broken, so we had to pull up 4 of these cables which were just a little smaller in diameter than my wrist
>onto the roof - 15 floors above ground level
>one of these cables weighted around 500kg (~1100lbs), so it's obviously fucking hard with only two people
>as we're completely smashed from work and eat our dinner sitting on the ground thinking about titties
>and then this guy in his fourties shows up
>"do you know why everything is going so terrible at this construction site?"
>we're exhausted and confused about the strange question from who the fuck ever, so we just reply "no"
>he goes on rambeling that it's all the (american) jews fault for something like 10 minutes and then leaves again
>we just shrug it off and keep working
>never seen him ever since
>also just as soon as the cables were in place the escalator worked again
>and we had to remove them again - they were just needed for testing purposes... fugggg

Aluminum is magnetic. Everything is. Strawberries can be pulled by a magnet. It's just that ferrous materials are many times more magnetic than any other material.

>I know it does shit with magnetics and shit, but if you were to put a magnet up to a gutter or anything it won't stick.
I know what you mean, I'm just being kinda pedantic.

Aluminum is magnetic in the sense that it will stick if you use a powerful enough magnet. One of a key chain won't cut it, but one that is 20 times the field strength of planet earth will. A magnet like that won't fit in your pocket though, it needs its own building.

That makes sense then. Dude thought that his cart would do nothing and it fucked shit up

>work at a bowling pin factory
>turn wooden blocks into pins with a lathe
>new guys first day on the lathe
>theres a rod that pushes into an indent on the block to keep it secure
>new guy manages to get the tip of his thumb crushed between rod and block indent
>never saw him again

Other story from burned out copper plant:
Do you remember those gigant pots in star wars 3 filled with lava or some shit in some factory? Now imagine that's 90% copper, still hot as lava. That shit was dumped right on a worker (only a few scratches). Needless to say as a result the whole plant was shut down and partially caught fire.
>our job is to find burned cable and to pull it out
>at some point decide to go full combat gear and wear a gas mask at all times because of weird fumes
>days later we're told to go to the power distribution room to cut out the cables at the base
>one guy wiggles with an obviously burned cable at the one side the other tries to find the other side of that mess and cuts it off with a bolt cutter
>pic mildly related, only on the ground, bigger cables and WORSE
>at some point cut off the wrong cable
>guy asks me if i heard an electrical short circuit
>no?
>ok, just put the stump beneath there, nobody noticed it
>boss drives away with several truck loads of (stolen) copper cable remains every day
>yea and pretty much every construction site i ever was at was like that

"bowling pin factory"
i dont know what it is about it but i fucking love it
do you test them?

>work at city dum- I mean "sanitary landfill"
>Rerouting the road through the facility, we use moveable concrete blocks the size of a couch To mark off the sides of the road
>New route is longer, not enough blocks
>I get the job of getting new blocks
>Fucking things cost over a thousand bucks each brand new, nobody selling used
>We don't have enough in the budget
>Make due with shitty caution tape that shreds apart every day while I look for alternatives
>Find some construction company selling plastic 55 gallon drums full of concrete for 50bux each
>I can work with this
>Getting them shipped is a pain in the dick
>But fuck me I also have to hand paint them all yellow
>Sit out in the sun all day painting barrels
>Some the plastic shells are cracked, one the concrete is entirely shattered but still contained, how does that even happen
>One of the cracked shells is leaking what looks like motor oil
>The fuck
>The leak isn't visible but wherever it sits develops a black greasy spot in the dirt
>Coworker jokes that there's a dead mafia guy in that one
>It's not blood and it doesn't stink like a dead animal, it just smells like rancid grease
>These barrels get used for all kinds of shit, probably restaurant waste grease or something left in before they filled it with concrete
>mfw FBI shows up months later, asking to look at our barrels.
>mfw they took the leaking one and grilled me on where I got it.
>mfw I never heard about it again

Nah, we just made them.

There's a seperate warehouse up the road where they test them. They basically sit around and bowl for work but not everyday

>working in laboratory
>have this electrical scalpel
>newfag sticks his finger in for reasons
>cuts 30% of his thumb straight off
>he collects his thumb stump and rushes to the nurse to get it re attached
>she throws it away

based nurse

>Be working in kitchen at nice Bar and Grill
>Dish tank is manned but nothiung but short as hell mexicans in there late 40's early 50's
>doing prep work one morning at a back table
>hear a loud ass yelp followed by screaming and cursing in Spanish
>one of the mexicans couldn't lost the arm extender they use to put the grill filters so he tried to put them manually
>He fell face first into a hot as hell and freshly oiled flat top and burned the fuck out of his face chest and arms
>see him again 3 weeks later and he looks kinda like two face from batman

I have a few more kitchen stories if anyone is interested.

>742093669
hooly shit please do

sure

> just start working at said bar and grill on dish tank
>just finished up the lunch rush so i'm just standing at the back of the tank talking to the chef
>Have the floor mats pulled up because we are letting the floors dry a bit in between rushes
>Server comes back into the kitchen to get more soup
>tell him to watch his step cause the mats aren't down
>not even 30 seconds later hear him yelling
>dumbass slipped and spilled scolding hot gumbo all his arm
>his arm is now covered in second degree burns
>owner drives him to the nearest hospital
>tells the owner it was my fault at hospital
>owner is about to fire me but the chef steps in and says I warned him
>owner bitches at the waitstaff and he quits 2 months later

I have 2 more after this one.

>Be eating lunch one day
> 2 mexicans are doing prep work and almost yelling at each other
>something about a money order
>one of the mexicans are pounding flat chicken breasts well not arguing
>Smashes his hand because he isn't looking
>starts yelling real fast
>I star laughing and so does the other mexican
>He ended up breaking his ring and middle fingers

>owner quits

So the restaurant got sold?

>"Are you two ready for me to crush your cans?"
Kek

>be cleaning out the walk in freezer one day
>floor of the walk in is covered in degreaser
>waitstaff comes into walk in to get tray of cake
>tell her to be careful
>whydon'ttheyeverlisten.jpg
>she proceeds to skip and land on her wrist breaking it
>Cake everywhere
>crying 18 year old
>have to help her upstairs and then spend the next hour cleaning cake off the ceiling and the walls

Sorry I should have been more clear but I am typing these in between my 1cc attempts of TH 16, The waitstaff quit not the owner, guy was a prick anyhow so no one really cared.

I clock in. Do the same work everyday and then clock out. Work is so mundane my mind is on auto drive. Work brings me no feelings of pride or worth. I earn to little to have hobbies to get enjoyment outside of work. I just work and pay bills.

>be undertaker
>get moved to a new graveyard and promoted
>1 week in get an unusual order
>people claim grandma wasn't buried there
>that I somehow did something with her
>they claim I buried her like 8 years ago
>I was in high school 8 years ago
>get court order to have me dig a bitch up
>they watch with th cops
>20 people watching me unintern this lady
>I'm not allowed to touch the casket
>they have to bring funeral director in to open up the casket so I'm not at any liability for grossness/stolen jewelry
>I crack open the vault it's in
>funeral director wants me to pull it up
>I can't move the casket up any higher than where it is now without a permiy
>he's wearing a 1000 dollar suit
>dude climbs in the hole and cracks open the casket
>family goes "Oh gross!"
>one guy says "Yep that's her, my bad."
>they leave
>I have to reseal this shit and re-fill the hole
>ff 2 weeks
>niggas want to dig grandma up and move her to Germany
>funeral director, cops and family enter stage left
>dig up grandma again
>people with proper permits load her into a truck
>now some other cunt had to bury her rotten ass for the 3rd time
>bitch has been buried more than a zombie

This is the worst thing I have ever seen happen in a kitchen and the reason you never wear open toe shoes in a kitchen.


>one mexican I work with wore crocs because he pulls doubles a few days a week and standing for that long kills your feet
>now twice a week we replace our deep fryer oil
>one night at closing I am covering for a dishwasher so I am on tank
>mexican guy is draining the fryer
>now we keep extra linen in a half pan on top of a fridge for plating
>well it fell off the top of the fridge and hit the side of of the pot the hot oil was draining into
>knocks over the pot and it all spills onto the mexicans feet
>worst screams of pain I have ever heard
>crocks are melting
>mexicans feet and now deep fried
>all the kitchen staff are freaking out including myself
>owner has to carry him to his car and drive him to the nearest hospital with a burn ward which is 30 miles away
> the chef and I spend an extra hour next cleaning up all the shit after the owner left with the mexican

This happened in march and the mexican just came back to work last month. Guess He can't wear shoes now and wears sandals but he is relegated to doing prep and walks funny now.

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>working the register at Boston Market my shitty part time high school job
>it's insanely busy, line out the door
>Mexican guy at the meat carving station taps me on the shoulder and points in the direction of the manager
>he's laying on floor stiff as a board, eyes wide open
>he begins convulsing, flopping around like a fish on a dock
>there's a growing pool of blood under his head from when he fell
>his convulsions are causing it to splash everywhere
>the customers seem barely fazed, they say things like "put pressure on the wound" and the proceed to order their fucking entree like it's no big deal
>the paramedics are called and take him away
>we mop up the blood and close the restaurant early
>I quit shortly thereafter. Not sure what happened to the manager. I'm pretty sure he lived though

>working in a 30-person company making small toys, total sweatshop
>has reception desk right inside main door
>have to push buzzer to get in, because neighborhood
>going home for the day, as I go out the door, man is two steps from door heading in.
>He's holding a handkerchief dangling from one hand.
>Passes me, goes through door that hasn't yet closed
>I take 3 steps, hear terrified screams.
>Turn around, look in window, see receptionist being chased around her desk by Handkerchief Man, which I now realize had been concealing a 8" knife with said handkerchief.
>Handkerchief Man lunging at receptionist, each lunge results in a thud as knife plunges into her desk.
>After two thuds, I run down to the corner where police station is, burst in, blabber out story to man at desk.
>Two cops run out to their car and drive back to toy place.
>I pause to catch my breath, start walking back to toy place. See cops walking Handkerchief Man out to police car.
>Find out Handkerchief Man was receptionist's ex-husband.
>Also find out Handkerchief Man was so drunk he could hardly walk. This probably saves receptionist's life as it's likely he was seeing three of her at any given moment.
>Fear I'll get sacked for letting him in the door.
>Turns out nobody even thought to ask how he got in the door.
>Receptionist wasn't hurt and didn't miss a day's work. Tough ass lady.
>Never find out what happened to Handkerchief Man.

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Asia confirmed?

jesus fuck

> Make Android apps for work
> Big firm client wants a super cool app like Facebook, but cooler and more brand-specific
> shitnotagain.png
> We'll work on your mockups sir
> Nope I got mine trusty array of designers
> After 3 months mockups arrive
> Texts are represented with plain gray boxes
> imnotpaidforthis.svg
> Ask client if his designers could kindly put some actual text in them mockups so we can pick the right fonts and text sizes and colors and shit
> Ok I'll have them put some Lorem Ipsum
> Excellent
> 1 month later new mockups arrive
> Oh there's text, nic...
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> NO

Lol shit that does your head in but nobody else understands

Be careful man... you can make it to retirement with all your fingers if you think safety first

>work at nuklear plant
>some smug asshole had a deadly accident
>shouted some shit that he believed he was our Safety Inspector
>always thought he knew shit better than us but burned a hole in the wall with acid, got scolded by the boss for it

lol

Entertaining 7/10

8/10

Can you feel the frustration flowing?

10/10

I saw a guy basically get cut in half by a high pressure hydraulic line that burst. at least we got the rest of the day off so it wasnt all bad.

>at least we got the rest of the day off

No, central PA.

Work swing shift at a paint plant. The tanks are 3000 gallons and at the bottom there is a butterfly valve to allow the paint to flow to the can filler. Worker goes over to change the line to a different tank not realizing they had already changed it to a new tank. Worker pulls the two levers and it blows off covering the worker head to toe in white paint, 3000 gallons of paint on the floor, no way to shut it off. You talk about a mess

More?

pretty sure we even got paid, i dont remember. we all went to the bar and got hammered.

>be me
>have to take a shit at work
>ask co-worker to cover my register for me
>go to take a shit, look at watch so that I know how long i've been gone, its 12:43
>sit down about to shit
>12:44 boss knocks on door asking if I'm ok in there
>anus clenches shut because of slamming on door
>yep fine
>1 minute later he comes back slamming on door
>you sure you're okay, are you sick?
>no im fine
>can't shit at this point again from slamming
>12:46 another employee comes up to door, knocks softly
>hey man are you doing okay, boss said you might be sick
>"no just shitting" I say in a pissed off way
>hear nothing back
>at this point I can't even shit anymore, im sitting there sweating 1 part from how hot the place is, the other from being disrupted so many times on the toilet
>sit there for 7 more minutes without being bothered, can't shit
>go back up front
>thank dude for covering my register
>go to check out next person
>immediately have to shit again
>hold it as long as I can through as many customers
>finally there is a lull and I tell buddy up front to cover again
>go back to bathroom
>1:12 on my watch
>1:13 Boss slams on door
>Hey man have you been in there this whole time?
>If you're not feeling well maybe you should go home
>Hello? are you okay in there?
>"Nope I'm fine just trying to shit but you keep slamming on the door."
>no response
>Sit there for 5 more minutes, can't shit because now I'm expecting someone to knock.
>Go out and tell my boss I am sick and need to go home
>He gets mad and tells me that I shouldn't come to work sick
>Go home, shit in 4 minutes, watch movies for the rest of the day

good good

It makes me wonder how fast your boss in in the bathroom where he thinks that shitting for one minute is worrying.

Harrisburg? I live in carlisle

Not far from Williamsport.

His asshole is so wide from all the fisting he gets that any shits that pass just roll right on out.

>be me.
>working at Wendy's.
>sandwich and burger maker.
>I make the food for the people that come into the store, and can hear the customer order.
>Slow night.
>Suddenly a land whale and her pod of children come bursting in.
>five kids, one toddler, 2 that look like their 8, one tween, one teen.
>All fat as Hell.
>Mother walks up.
>"alright, i'll take one normal cheeseburger, 2 double cheeseburgers, one spicy chicken sandwich, 3 junior cheeseburgers."
>register person rings it up.
>"alright kids, what do you want?
>wut?
>she orders a fuck ton of food.
>so much food i need someone to help me make it.
>We push it out and she sits her horde down and begins to loudly feast.
>Twenty minutes later, she walks up to the register.
>"EXCUSE ME, I WANT A REFUND!"
>What?
>she's been horking her food down like a starving rhino and now she notices something wrong?
>"I found a hair in it!"
>She holds up a long bright pink hair.
>My hair is short enough that i don't have to worry about it getting in the customer's food, and brown.
>My helper has dark blue hair.
>Landwhale's teenage daughter has pink hair.
>mfw I have to remake her food anyway because she threatened to sue.

The "I want a refund" people should actually kill themselves. The genuine scum of the earth.

I can understand if its something that's genuinely wrong, like we got your order wrong and they're not complete cunts about it.

Oh fuck, fast food stories! Got any more from wendys?

>working on the metal lathe
>small workpiece, using a collet closer
>making last finishing cut
>shift gears for highest speed, 1280 RPM
>fire it up
>hear a loud, metallic CLUNK nearby
>foot brake, stop immediately
>look at work piece, looks fine
>look at lathe, looks fine
>jog it, everything seems fine
>leave it e-stopped, start looking in direction of noise
>notice divot in wall about 12 feet away
>eventually find small, cylindrical pin
>recognize it immediately

For some reason, one of the pins on the chuck mounting plate was missing the retaining ring and was completely loose. Don't know how long it was that way, since you wouldn't notice when using a chuck because everything would be locked in place. Since I was using the collet closer, it was just hanging in there the entire time until I worked at a higher speed.

The pin is a fairly small piece of steel, about the size of the top joint to the tip of your thumb, but I am really, really glad it didn't hit me.

Sure. Fast food guys get my orders wrong all the time, I just politely ask for a replacement. I don't eat 95% of it, complain that there wasn't enough lettuce, then demand a refund.

A lot. Take your pick: potato lady, cunt who kept changing her order last minute, asshole who ordered 50 junior bacon cheeseburgers, time we ran out of chicken during a rush, or bitch who insisted on fresh everything.

>this
Feelsbad user.. Feels real bad

Potato lady pleez

ALL OF THEM

Keep the thread alive while i type them out.

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Professional Mover, this one was literally last week.
>On job in Ohio
>Boss calls, "Heyyyy can you drive to Nashville to pick up a load and deliver in Charleston, SC? One of the office ladies forgot about it, and it needs delivered tomorrow."
>Think: fuck that
>"Can do, boss"
>Two guys to run, so no cheating logs
>Load, drive 8 hours, unload
>Driving through NC and wrench light comes on (shitty ford 6.0 diesel van for tiny load)
>Call mechanic
>"Get off the road asap"
>Within next 30 seconds truck loses overdrive, overheats, and blows radiator cap off.
>"Np, pulling her over right now"
>"Great!" *click*
>mfw truck breaks down at 10pm and tow truck doesn't arive until 4 am

>be me
>working as a waiter at a restaurant
>have this weird foreign regular (only speaks english in a non-english speaking country, brings a backpack with him)
>always orders a beer, then sits on his own for a bit
>always leaves for a while and is back later to finish his beer
>asks me for a last beer and the bill after a couple hours of him doing his thing of coming and going
>give him his bill, take his payment and that
>stays at the restaurant to finish his final bev before he properly leaves
>after he pays see him pull something out of his backpack
>something rolled up in a bunch of soggy napkins
>think what the fuck man you're not supposed to bring food from elsewhere into the restaurant
>watch him while he unwraps whatever it is he has
>finally finished unwrapping it
>puts soggy napkins on table, ffs i have to clean this up
>reveals a half eaten icecream cone
>continues about his day drinking beer and eating backpack icecream
>mfw

>work at liquor store
>on quiet days go through excess stock make sure shit isn't broken
>find 6pack that came completely empty fuckyouasahi.jpg
>tops of all the bottles half smashed
>put in giant waste trolley thing
>come back later to shove some more rubbish shit in there just cardboard and light plastics
>really shove the shit down
>forget glass underneath
>shit pierces through everything on top
>effectively full force punch glass
>can see my bones
>keep serving people whilst holding my skin together with tape and paper towel
>nobody will leave so I can close up because alcoholics
>bloodloss.png
Bottom line is I'm an idiot

>Normal day.
>A grandma lady comes walking in.
>Has an old man, probably her husband, with her.
>she orders a sour cream and chive potato.
>Grab potato, cut it, sprinkle chives (sour cream is given in little packets to customer.)
>Sour cream and chives potato also comes with butter on the side.
>"wait, i want a different potato!"
>Manager walks up, asks what the problem is.
>She tells him whats wrong.
>he talks it to her, tells us to throw the potato away.
>she orders another chive potato.
>make it
>she says she doesn't want it, have to toss it.
>Asks for another fucking chive potato.
>Fucking make it.
>she changes her mind again.
>asks for a chili cheese potato.
>i'm so mad, i just put chili on top of the chives.
>"wait, give me a plain one!"
>by now, my trashcan is looking like a dumpster for taters.
>Manager constantly has to talk to her.
>she finally reveals that she just didn't want butter on it.
>Manager tells her that its not put on the actual potato.
>she orders another fucking chive again.
>this time she better fucking keep it.
>she does.
>but i still get ptsd from fucking potato orders.

>>be me
>>work shit fast food
>>same terrible customers every Sunday during lunch rush
>>always order broccoli cheesy cheddar baked potato
>>always tell them we don't carry it
>>back and forth for 5 minutes even though they always order the same thing
>>letmehaveacarolinajrandsidesalad.jpg
>>everyfuckingtime.wav
>>food is ready by the time they count their last pennies
>>Gotta pay with exact change amirite?
>>they ask for a remake because they want it "fresh"
>>mfw fucking old people

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Always hated dealing with those people too. Fucking potatos take forever to cook and you never have enough cooking or in the line.

Just cut them up and fry them

How are those niggers treating you? Based Altoona here.

Did you get paid less during this time? Just do you fucking job and quit whining.

>work at screw machine shop as an in house tool maker.
>using surface grinder with a 6" wheel that can run spindle cw and ccw.
>end of shift looking forward to going home and take a fat bong rip.
>switch grinder off, the switch is weird, bounces past neutral to reverse.
>spindle reverses instantly, wheel nut loosens due to torque, wheel comes flying at me doing 3600rpms.
Hits me on the inside of elbow, skin instantly gone.... SENT TO CLINIC TO PISS IN CUP.
>mfw boss tells me a week later I failed and to go home and smoke the rest and quit. Still top tool maker here...

i don't think you fully grasped the moral of this story

Checked, and he was right you know

Exactly. Its even worse when you have a couple all ready and then open one and its rotted in places.

I think you don't know how baked potatoes work.

>Work at grocery store
>Deliver groceries on occasion
>Customer calls in and wants us to deliver
>Go with to get out of work
>Drive to what appears to be abandoned house in country
>Trash everywhere and reeks of pure filth
>Human Garbage can walks out of building
>Overweght, old, yellow teeth, lazy eye, glasses
>God help me
Unload groceries from van and carry inside to inhabited landfill
>Cthulu hovers over us watching as we carry shit, makes small talk
>As we leave monstrosity asks me if I wanna tar her roof for extra cash
>Decline
>thankGod.jpg
>On way back co-worker says its code for something
>thinks she's fucking with me but never for sure
>never do another delivery again

Kek

She knows where it's been

Shut

Up

Heil

I quit that job a month ago. Not because of that but because my bosses somehow started hating me for no reason and tried to make me being there a living hell so I could quit, like taking my good radio and giving me shitty ones for no reason, sending me to first aid classes that were cancelled months ago, etc.

>hurr u faget u cant handel the heat

Who gives a shit. I'm back delivering pizzas fulltime and I make as much, if not more, doing that than I did crushing cans

>Work in restaurant
>Pregnant woman with empty bottle asks me to fill it up with water
>Happy to but then she chimes in with
>'It's for my son, hes hot in the car'
>Fill bottle, bring it back
>Suddenly just hit me what she said
>She's been sat in the restaurant and had a 3 course meal.

Frank Grimes?

Ok frank grimes

>testing submarine steel plate in the desert 4x - 5x weeks a year
>test using 24# 30# or 48# charges, with c4
>one trip, last day the gunners wind up the line no more blasts that day, can't see them because around a huge protective berm
>rest of the team, gathered around the van in a circle probably 10 feet in diameter
>*BOOM* - aw shit, expect body parts to come raining down
>hear a noise ftttp ffttpp fttttp, booom a piece of metal hits the top of the van, bounces straight up, lands right in between all of us, THUD
>we go running around the hill, run into the gunners, you all right? yes, you? Yes
>WTF?? Well, the gunners put all the spare c4 in the metal ammo can 2' cube and blew it the lid weights probably 5 lbs by itself, never yell "fire in the hole" so we can take cover

Pic is similar, except the ones we had were larger

I get wrong food occasionally but I fucking bend over backwards to be polite about voicing concerns. I don't understand why people feel the need to be rude about it.

>I push papers all day
>I make $90K/year
>I enjoy what I do

WELL!?

Company hired Indians

>couple years ago
>work as pizza delivery driver in sketchy part of town
>nothing really exciting happens, during downtime we toke in the parking lot and compare our crummy tips
>one time I get a really weird order
>someone wants four 2L bottles of Pepsi, but no pizza
>drive to the place, a middle-aged fat dude with glasses opens the door
>as soon as he does the stench of death hits me like a brick wall
>I get the feeling his mom expired in there
>give him his sodas
>mfw he tips me a mars bar

Checked, what job is that?

You're familiar with dead mother smell then?