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[DWAEJIMORIGUKBAP]

During university holidays I once worked for a weekend as a Toilet cleaner at a Muslim festival held at an old RAF base in Tilford, Hampshire.

There were over 20,000 Muslims from all over the world. The free food was nice and they were all very friendly (they were a non-millitant or 'liberal' branh of Muslim.)

But due to the huge numbers (number 2 he he) there were probably about a hundred porta cabins / toilets. And my job was to clean them. The worst part was that none of the Muslims from the African countires had ever seen or used a toilet beofre so they just crapped all over the floor, in the sink, up the wall - literally anywhere except in the sodding toilet itself...

I spent most of my time hiding behind empty billets smoking and reading Guliver's Travells.

Second nightmare was as a civil Servant working for the Training Agency for Teachers and schools. There were 4 people in our (GIT's he he) Government Initiatives Team - myself and 3 gay guys - Armin my counterpart a bald German queeny type, Peter my supervisor who was about 5 foot tall weiged 40kg when wet and sounded like a girl and Hugh (just call me Huge) our Manager who was going out with Armin's best friend.... At first all of the gay banter was quite funny and I found it interesting to be privvy to a subculture...

Things took a turn though when Hugh, Armin and I flew out to Lisbon (gorgeous city btw) to meet the Protuguese Minister of Education. In the lounge at Heathrow, Hugh (left his wife and son when he came out) said to me that it was a shame I wasn't gay... 'However' - he said with a wink - 'We'll change that.... Peter and I have the highest reputation for turning pretty boys like you in the whole of the service... We'll soon change that in Lisbon...'

The freakiest was yet to come however. After checking in to our hotel we had about 5 hours to explore until we met our Portuguese colleagues for dinner (the Portuguese connection was also gay and kept touching my arms whilst we strolled the red-light district later on....) I had a good stroll around and a lovely lunch.... Back at the hotel Hugh informs us that he's been too a gay bathouse...

'Mediterraenean men really know how to take the lead...., they don't even talk to you, they'll just come right up to you and start f*cking you... Lord I was banged by five guys at the same time just now... c*cks all over the place..."

When they eventually fired me because I messed up the details for a conference I had to organise (really I think it was because I didn't fit in...) I tried to sue for sexual harrasment and unfair dismissal. An outside 'un biased' investigator was boought in and I spilled the beans about Hugh constantly talking about gay sex to his underlings at work and making several crude passes towards me as well as his bathouse confession....- but do you think The British Govt were not going to hush tht one up....? which is just what they did... My mates said I should've called a tabloid, but that's not my style so I just put it down to experience...

Lol

[Perceptioncheck]

[seonsengnimble]

No real horror stories, but some rather unpleasant experiences.

When I turned 18, I received a job ad in the mail for vector marketing. I was in need of a summer job, and the ad said it paid $13/hour. I go and have an interview and am given the job. Immediately after hiring me, I go to training and find out that the job is selling cutco knives. I sit through the 3 hour "training" about how "fired up" cutco knives are and how the trainer made an old Latina's life so much more fulfilling because she had arthritis and couldn't cook. She felt worthless until he sold her knives with ergonomic handles. At the end of the training, I found out I had to buy a set of the knives for $150 and call every one I knew and sell to them. This was the only job I resigned from on the same day I started.

Another job was working as a telemarketer selling concert tickets whose proceeds went towards firefighters. I sat next to my supervisor who was one of the most obnoxious morons I ever met. Every time he made a sale, he'd stand up and say some obnoxious phrase about being a pimp daddy or something similar. When he spoke to potential customers, I wanted to stab him. "What do you get when you play a country song backwards? You get your dog back, your wife back and your job back. Funny stuff, but what isn't funny is the state of the Washington state firefighters. If you buy two tickets to the John Anderson concert....Do you like country music? Let me sing you some..."

[Aelric]

I was actually fired from a sales floor position at Target due to an email. I did some typical right after work with my GF at the time. She worked there too and was up for promotion. Well, apparently she showed the email to the HR director, who fired me on the grounds of slandering the company.

Another good one was my third job ever when I was 17. I was working at a Little Caesars with a bunch of typical repressed high school kids. Being the nerdy kid, I was naturally the butt of many jokes and I a recurring one was that I was gay. I've never found the accusation to be all that insulting, so I mostly just played along with it in that "You can't make fun of someone who agrees with all you say" kind of way. Well, a few days later apparently the joke became a rumor and the boss called me in a directly said "We don't feel comfortable working with you". Oh, the lawsuits I could have won. Of course, it would have helped if I actually was gay. Damn, I wish I were gay.

There are more stories, but I figured I'd just mention the highlights of firings as I got to teach in about 5 minutes.

[Moldy Rutabaga]

[Guerciotti]

Years ago, I got a job bartending at a nice Italian restaurant. Put up with the usual garbage. IE - the other bartender was a hotty who would never clean the bar at the end of her shift. I would clean the bar at the start and end of each shift. But I was making good money. I was bartending at another place, too, but why quit where you're making money?
Late one weekday night, the manager's (don't get me started on the manager) friend walks in with his gorgeous, dressed-to-kill girlfriend. She's applying for a bartender job! Two days later, as soon as I walked in, Mr. Manager asked me why the bar was dirty. I reminded him I didn't close the night before. Mr. Manager criticized everything I did. You get the picture.
So, I figured it out (doh! yea ima genius). Knowing my stay was over, I said Fxxx it. I started layering yellow liquors in a couple big wine glasses, just to see which ones were lightest or heaviest. Then, I started on the blue and green liquors in a couple more wine glasses! I had two glasses almost fully layered, and the other two for testing the layers.
I thought the layering looked pretty dam cool (hehehe). The owner, who was entertaining friends, came to the bar for drinks. He was not as impressed with my layering skills. He told me I would pay for the drinks, or have to quit, so I quit.
When I came in on Friday to get my last check, you know that gorgeous girl was behind the bar. I WANT to dislike her, but she really was drop dead gorgeous.
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This one has two parts - last year I took a part time janitor job, minimum wage, just to make some money. It was the sort of janitorial work where you get the keys to the offices, and you just call the manager every night when you start and finish your work. Easy, nasty, but alot better than doing nothing. They gave me extra work every week, so why complain.
After about 2 1/2 months (this is magic time you know) I get a call from the Owner! - not the manager - right at my start time. Don't clean the exterminator's office, he tells me. He doesn't know why, just don't. Hmmm, first time the owner ever called me.
OK, I don't. Owner calls me the next day, says the exterminators claim I ate some pastries they left in their office, and this is probably a violation of my employment agreement. I said "No, if I did that it would be a violation of common sense." Owner never asked if I had eaten the pastries; that later proved to be irrelevant. The next day, another manager comes to get the keys. She tells me my usual manager has a friend who can do this one, so she needs the keys. Well, I was relieved to know that someone would empty the garbage, vacuum and such. I'm off that job, worth about 12 hours a week, but I had two other "cleans" so I figured I could do those. Then I go to the doctor's offices I was cleaning. My regular manager stops by to tell me what a bad job I'm doing (? all of a sudden?), and he must take the doc's office away from me, too. Now wait a minute, up till now they thought I was great. So I handed him all my keys. You see, my third, and last remaining "clean", was Sunday and Wednesday for ONE HOUR each day! Yes, 2 hours of work per week. LOL. Why bother. So I quit.
But I took the tax class, so shortly after, I was doing taxes for HRBlock. I really had fun at HRBlock.
So a man sits down at my desk so I can prepare his tax return, and he has 7 or 8 W-2s, all bad jobs, including one W-2 from a certain janitorial company. I said I worked there, too, but they sort of fired me.
He says everything was OK at the janitor company, but then one day, they told him he was eating someone's popcorn, so they took away most of his work, so then he just quit. So I told him the story and we had a good laugh.

Bill

[DWAEJIMORIGUKBAP]

Can I cheat and add a cool work story? Canicanicanicani?

I worked as a hotel night porter once for 6 months. Arrived at 11pm and left at 8am. 11pm - 1pm meant filling in on all or any positions such as bar tending, working reception, waiting etc... Then everyone went home leaving the WHOLE DAMN HOTEL TO ME!!!

So from 1am - 5am all I had to do was vacuum the 1st floor and clean up the lounge, run the audit through a computer, do a secuirty check and then was free to do what I liked. This meant between the hours of around 2.30am - 5pm when the newspaper guys would come in and have breakky and a coffee with me - I had free run of a whole fancy hotel!!!

I'd first go to the gym and work out for free. Nice.

Then off to the kitchen for a bit of fillet steak and anything else I fancied (I used to make an awsome combo burger, with two 6oz patties, bacon, chillie, onions, peppers, mustard, mushrooms and fried eggs) including my pick of the desserts...

Then to the bar for a nice big glassful of Southern comfort (my fave tipple at the time) and switch on the godkjnowshowmany inches big tv with full cable and satellite... Eat my meal at leisure, drink as much as I liked and then finish off with a nice Romeo et Jullietta cuban cigar (well I used to mix it up with the cigars so they wouldn't notice stocks of any one brand declining faster than any other...)

Also a few cool things happened. Once a guy comes down to the bar in haiwwian shirt and shorts. He's like

'Ah the bar is closed eh? I don't suppose you can get us a drink? Probably tell me to bugger off eh?'

I was like - 'Nah, it's fine, no-one will know, I'll have one with ya.'

He then reaches in his pocket and slams a bag of coke on the table, at least a pound of it, and says - 'this any good to you? For the drink like, sort you out a few lines...'

I'd never done it before but I very politely accepted his offer and did a few lines with him and downed several glasses of Southcom and we chatted for a few hours and then he says he wants a hooker and says he'll get her to come down and 'sort you out a blowie' before she leaves.... Unfortunately all the numbers he tried were busy or the phones were turned off (it being around 3am...)

I also walked in on two girls in bed together whilst I was delivering room service food and once a guy and his girl sitting on the bed with a tray chock full of pills, bags of powders and rolling spliffs....

Got fired for punching the new chef in the face after he tried to drag me out of the kitchen for cooking my own breakfast (the old chef let the staff cook our own food as long as we were clean and sensible.)

Good days, good days....