I'm sitting here at work..thinking about the worst experiences, because today when I opened the door, water came rushing through the door like a river. So yeah..we were flooded from yesterday's rain. So today has been about moving boxes, computers, fax machines, and copiers that are ruined. I couldn't eat until now..about 3 hours late.

So what is your worst work experience?

Just going in :eek: :D

I used to work at a sno cone shack, and I remember one day the customers complaining about the bees coming in and swarming all over. I called my boss, because there were literally thousands flying around and comin' inside the shack and stinging me too. She told me to take a hose and spray them off. Not smart. I was stung at the ER's check about 30 times, spent the next few days on rest. They fired me a week later. :mad:


I hate that dad gum place, I was so happy when they started losing money and had to sell it. Too bad no one will buy the craphole. :angel:

Before I graduated from ECU, I was the assistant manager of a motel in Greenville, NC (one of the national chains that uses a number in the name. The one that, when you say the name of the motel really fast, it sounds like 'Super Rate'). As the assistant manager, I had to deal with all of the unpleasent situations, which were usually based on things the housekeepers found in the rooms like:

Poo smeared on the walls, TV, bed.
Passed out, butt-nekkid, very unattractive hookers.

One day, the police decided to raid a room. That was alot of fun.

I worked 36 hours straight the night of and the day after Hurricane Floyd. That was tons of fun. First time I was ever portrayed by local media as Satan Incarnate (it's happened since, but the first time is special) was due to the aftermath of Floyd.

Lethemeul Wrote:Passed out, butt-nekkid, very unattractive hookers.

Is that part of the benefits program?

blah Wrote:

Lethemeul Wrote:Passed out, butt-nekkid, very unattractive hookers.

Is that part of the benefits program?

You missed a word, apparently:

unattractive

LOTS of Hershey Smores on the floor; therefore, my shoes are covered in Smores.

Lethemeul Wrote:

blah Wrote:

Lethemeul Wrote:Passed out, butt-nekkid, very unattractive hookers.

Is that part of the benefits program?

You missed a word, apparently:

unattractive

No, I saw it. I figured that was the best they could afford to get at Super 8.

Lethemeul Wrote:Poo smeared on the walls, TV, bed.
Passed out, butt-nekkid, very unattractive hookers.

One day, the police decided to raid a room. That was alot of fun.

I worked 36 hours straight the night of and the day after Hurricane Floyd. That was tons of fun. First time I was ever portrayed by local media as Satan Incarnate (it's happened since, but the first time is special) was due to the aftermath of Floyd.

:laugh: I'm sorry but this one has my vote!

I really don't have anything to compare, but I used to work at Meijer (like Walmart for thos not in the north) pushing carts while in HS. Surprisingly regularly we'd find condom wrappers and then 10 feet away a used condom. Was the car rolling?

One time I found a squirell with it's back half run over and stuck in the asphalt. The front half was still moving and trying to get away. I was lucky enough to be the guy that had to put it out of its misery and scrap its carcass off the parking lot.


Can you explain the satan incarnate thing?

blah Wrote:

Lethemeul Wrote:

blah Wrote:

Lethemeul Wrote:Passed out, butt-nekkid, very unattractive hookers.

Is that part of the benefits program?

You missed a word, apparently:

unattractive

No, I saw it. I figured that was the best they could afford to get at Super 8.

Guests, yes. Not the staff. All my money was reserved for beer to drink away the pain of working there.

Quote:Bourgeois_Rage  Posted on Jun 7 2005, 07:35 PM

Can you explain the satan incarnate thing?

Long story long:

A young lady, who was a victim of the flooding, had taken up residence at the motel with her boyfriend/pimp (learned that second part later) and baby. For the first few weeks she was the perfect customer. After a while, she quit paying first thing in the morning and started paying in the afternoon. Afternoon turned to the next morning. The next morning turned to not at all.

So as not to be exceedingly harsh in a period of turmoil, I gave her a chance. For about a week, she stayed two days behind. One day she failed to pay and I told her that she had to get caught up or she was going to have to leave. Weep, weep, cry, cry, but I stuck to my guns.

She decided to call one of the local television stations. They showed her with a room full of baby food, tears streaming down her face and a look of despair wondering where she would go if the Super 8 put her on the streets. They managed to cut my interview to a clip saying "...we've tried to be as humanitarian as possible, but we're trying to run a business here."

The news story ended with a small speech on human kindness and the reporter wondering aloud, "What will become of Ms. X and her child?"

Lot of fun phone calls to the Super 8 that night.

To finish the story, a local church picked up her tab for about 2 weeks during which time she was arrested for prostitution and her boyfriend for possession.

Good times.

But you were the bad guy......

Only in a world this f'ed up could that happen.

Lethemuel's such a jerk. My worst work experience happened when I was a photo clerk at Walgreens my sophmore year at UC (they're gonna give me tenure, I mean ten years to graduate). So I'm developing these pics of this pretty young female and I must say they were very risque, she was very nekkid. Well anywho, the power goes out before the prints were finished, so I never got to see the completed project. :bang:

Ziggy Stardust Wrote:Lethemuel's such a jerk.

:bluethumb:

I hear that almost everyday at my current job. That's what I get paid to be, though.

I've been meaning to ask you for a while, and this is as good a thread as any to do it on....

How do you pronounce your username?

Is it Let-he-me-ul, Le-the-me-ul, Le-them-eul or some other? And what does it mean?

SouthGAEagle Wrote:I've been meaning to ask you for a while, and this is as good a thread as any to do it on....

How do you pronounce your username?

Is it Let-he-me-ul, Le-the-me-ul, Le-them-eul or some other? And what does it mean?

Le (short e)
the (short e)
meul (pronounced like 'mule')

No idea what it means. Made it up many moons ago.

Lethemeul Wrote:

SouthGAEagle Wrote:I've been meaning to ask you for a while, and this is as good a thread as any to do it on....

How do you pronounce your username?

Is it Let-he-me-ul, Le-the-me-ul, Le-them-eul or some other?  And what does it mean?

Le (short e)
the (short e)
meul (pronounced like 'mule')

No idea what it means. Made it up many moons ago.

Ok, thanks...

When I first saw your name I thought you were putting down Louisville somehow... but I couldn't figure it out... I thought maybe it's "Let them" something about UL.

I worked for Reynolds Metals for many moons after getting out of school. It was a rolling plant and I had lots of people working for me. Some of them were downright idiots. I still wonder how they found their way to work. There were a couple of instances which really stick out in my mind. When rolling aluminum through a mill the pressure exerted on the metal was tremendous. Every once in a while a piece of steel would get imbedded in the aluminum sheet. When it went through the rolls it would ignite a fire. Well, remember when you were a kid and you used to pour lighter fluid on your army men? (OK, I did). The fire would reach to the roof of the building. There were automatic CO2 systems which were supposed to put out the fire but they would not always work. We had huge Cardox rolling extinguishers and the rule was nobody ran from the fire except to get the extinguishers. You waded into the fog, all the while being able to see this mill just burning its *** off. The CO2 would take away your breath and your lungs would ache for a good while. Not only that, even in the winter it was hot as the dickens in there! Good times.............

The worst thing that ever happened was I had a guy who was working on a machine in another part of the building who was really into martial arts. Well, the machine had a long bin on wheels positioned underneath to catch scrap as it was generated from cutting 5 sheets of sandwich wrappers like the kind used at Arbys. Every once in a while the cart would be pulled and dumped. There was a long steel stairway/platform which ran the length of the side of the machine which enabled the operator to get above everything and see what was going on. The platform was moveable and not required to be anchored per OSHA standards. The rails of the platform (which was about 20 feet long and 3 feet wide) were about 6 feet above the floor. One day this guy decided he needed to pull the bin to get it loaded. He jumped up, grabbed the top rail and tried to hook the bin with his foot. What he ended up doing was pulling the platform over on himself. The platform rail caught him right in the chest and severed an aorta. The doctor said had he been on the operating room table when it happened they could not have saved him. That was a very difficult thing for me to deal with.
The wildest thing was when I was beside a machine which was running drug pack material. We used solvent inks with this stuff and it was VERY flammable. We were having a lot of problems with the oven on the machine. We would run light gauge aluminum through the print roll and then run it through an oven to dry the ink. The oven was about 20 feet long and 60 inches wide and 10 feet tall. Inside the oven was a device to measure the PPM of solvent vapor floating around inside. Well, if the amount of vapor got to thick the machine would shut down. It had a negative effect on production. Well, the freakin engineers would just set the low point to a higher level. I raised hell but the plant manager over ruled my fussing. Well, one day I was standing next to the oven talking to the operator when the oven caught fire and blew. There were pressure release doors which blew out. I turned to run and the concussion threw me about 10 feet. My hair got singed(SP?) and I looked like Don King. My hearing in my right ear was damaged and I could have sued those a-holes for big bucks. Needless to say everyone kissed my arse until they realized I was going to let it slide. That was a dangerous place to work. I loved it.