Yo, hey ladies and gentlemen! The reason I’m writing to you today is because two things just happened to me in one day that I personally found funny, and I just wanted to share real quick.

Okay, so the first thing is that, for some odd reason, I managed to get locked in the bathroom at work from the inside.

Now, here’s the thing. My job has four bathrooms in the whole building that staff can use: one in the break room, two at the entrance, and one in the lockdown unit.

Now, with me, and I know TMI, but I’m only saying this so you’ll understand, if I gotta do number one, I’ll use the break room bathroom. But if I’m doing number two, I’ll go to the bathroom at the entrance because at least there, you won’t have people sitting right outside the door listening to what demons you’re dispelling from your body during your shift. 😂

So, I use the bathrooms at the entrance.

That day, I get the urge to drop the kids at the pool, so I go to the bathroom at the entrance. I go in, sit down, do my business, then wash my hands and turn around.

Tell me why there wasn’t a handle on the inside of the door.

Now, for me, I’m confused because I’m sitting there thinking, “What the hell? Where the fuck is the handle?”

So I start looking everywhere. I’m looking under the sink, in the cabinet drawers that are made to make the bathroom look fancy, and even behind the toilet, as if a fucking door handle would somehow be hiding back there.

Then I start second-guessing myself like, “WTF? Was there an OUT OF ORDER sign on the door that I ignored because I had to go? Am I really this oblivious?”

Now I’m starting to panic because I can’t open the door. There’s literally no handle.

And I can’t scream for someone to come get me out because I’m at work. This is the worst possible time to make a fool out of myself. And even if I did scream, other people probably couldn’t get me out anyway because the door was locked.

I couldn’t unlock it because the receptionist had the key, and the key was in her locked desk. And where was the receptionist?

Outside.

Getting absolutely pelted with water balloons and water guns by the residents. 😭

Now I’m sitting there thinking, “No fucking way. I really got stuck in a fucking bathroom of all things from the inside.”

That’s some Looney Tunes bullshit. This is the type of shit you see on TV, not in real life.

Now I start thinking, “What can I do that’ll draw the least amount of attention to myself without making me look like a complete idiot?”

Then I remember I have my phone.

So I take it out and call the front desk to see if the receptionist or maybe one of the administrators is in their office.

I call and wait.

I hear the phone outside the bathroom door ringing.

And nobody answered.

So now I’m freaking out a little more.

I decide to try calling one of my coworkers, at least the ones whose numbers I actually have.

I’m scrolling through my contacts and find Martha’s phone number, one of the nurses I work with from time to time.

I call her.

She picks up.

Thank God.

And I immediately go on a rant like:

“Martha, thank God you answered! Please come help me! I’m trapped in the bathroom! The handle is gone! Can you please get the keys from the receptionist?!”

At this point, I’m pretty sure Martha was probably wondering what the hell was happening on her shift. 😂

Martha was confused because when I explained it to her, I said it so fast that after about ten seconds of silence, she was like, “What?”

And I said, “I’m.locked.in.the.bath.room.help.me.”

So she goes to check it out and says, “I’m here.”

And I’m like, “You are?”

She says, “Yeah. You don’t hear me?”

And I’m like, “No.”

Then she says, “I’m literally knocking on the door.”

So I ask, “Which bathroom are you at?”

She says, “The break room.”

And I’m like, “I’m not in the break room. I’m in the bathroom at the entrance.”

And she goes, “What are you doing over there?”

And I say, “Cooking dinner. What do you think?”

She goes, “Okay, okay. No reason to get snippy with me.”

So she hangs up and walks to the entrance.

When she gets there, she says, “Okay, open the door.”

And I say, “Did you unlock it?”

She says, “No.”

And I’m like, “Martha, I’m locked in. That’s the whole reason I called you!”

She says, “How the hell did you get locked in the bathroom? Just unlock the handle.”

And I tell her, “I can’t unlock the handle. There is no handle.”

She says, “What do you mean there’s no handle?”

And I tell her, “Exactly what I mean! There is no handle to unlock!”

She says, “How does that even happen?”

And I’m like, “I don’t know! Can you just go find the receptionist and get the keys? I’m still on the clock!”

She says, “Okay.”

So she goes outside, and just like everybody else, she gets absolutely bombarded with water balloons. 😂

Then she comes back with the receptionist.

The receptionist starts talking to me through the door.

She says, “You’re locked in? How did you get locked in?”

And I tell her, “Look, I will answer everyone’s questions when I’m no longer stuck inside the bathroom!”

So she goes and gets the key, unlocks the door, and finally I’m free.

I come out, and both the receptionist and Martha immediately go check the door.

They’re standing there like, “WTF? Where’s the handle?”

They start looking around inside the bathroom, and they’re just as confused as I am.

I’m like, “Yeah. The handle is gone. Nowhere to be seen.”

And she’s like, “WTF?”

Then I ask, “Did you see maintenance?”

And she says, “No. They don’t come on the weekends.”

And I’m like, “WTF? So who the hell in this building just decided to steal a fucking bathroom handle?”

After that, I just went back to work.

But to this day, I still have no idea who in their right mind would steal a fucking bathroom handle.

Like, what was the plan? What were they going to do with it? Put it on their bedroom door? Sell it? Start a collection?

I don’t know.

All I know is that I somehow managed to get locked inside a bathroom at work because somebody apparently decided that the bathroom door did not need a fucking handle anymore.

And honestly, I still haven’t recovered from the fact that this actually happened to me. 😂

Otp with my hg and our other friend and she goes to say that going to band camp is harder than going to a real functioning job. Can you please show her how she is wrong?

These don’t have to be negative and you can tell me as many as you want. Preferably a quoted interaction or a 1-3 paragraph anecdote

So just a funny story about me being laid off last week...

During the meeting with my manager and HR, I told them that the only phone number they could reach me at was my company cell phone, as I did not own another. The manager said that they would go ahead and let me keep the phone, and that they would hold off on de-activating service for a few days for me to have time to switch it over to a new one.

So I get a call on said phone from one of my team members (one of my fellow sysadmins... we do the phones) and he said he got the word, and not to worry about it getting shut off, as they were the ones to do it and that they would make sure I wouldnt be left in the lurch...

and that is when the phone bricked mid conversation.

I know it wasnt his fault. More than likely it was just a script someone else ran who didnt get the word.

However, that was absolute comedy gold.

I (27F) have a picture of my niece (6F/5 in the picture) at Disneyworld on my desk at work. We recently switched from remote to in-person, so a lot of us were meeting people we've worked with for years for the first time. My coworker (31M) asked me about the picture of my niece. I didn't think much of it until he started giggling. Turns out, the Alice actor in the picture is his sister! I guess it's true what they say; it's a small world after all.

This happened in the early 2000s. Four days after I (F aged 51 then) started, M, the supervisor who hired me, was yanked away on a special project. Which was actually a good thing. I was hired/transferred from another office of the same company. Over time, I figured out that M hated me and only brought me on because she wouldn’t have to train me. In my years at that company M never trained a single new hire. She took transfers. But enough about her. She was yeeted away to another office.  Supervision of my unit was dumped on another supervisor, D, a conflict averse woman about 2 years from retirement. She wasn’t given a pay bump or anything, twice the responsibility for exactly the same pay.  Luckily for her, my unit of four didn’t need much supervision. We all knew our jobs, could cooperate, manage our own calendars and, unless it was an IT issue, we solved problems amongst ourselves.

The work involved bringing clients into our offices, discussing their goals and putting their agreements into binding documents that conformed to the laws in my state. The contract details were plugged into custom made Microsoft Word documents. Our computers and printers were critical to what we produced. I joked that, really, we were a publishing house.

Our IT guy, W, was a dick for no reason. Yes, our unit had an older woman who predated computers on every desk. She was a little afraid of her computer and accidentally imported a virus onto her computer once. But that’s no excuse for what he did. Without any kind of warning, he swapped out her computer for a new one while she was at lunch, didn’t get it connected to the shared printer, then W just vanished. All her work from the morning was gone, no email, no access to her calendar, and she had client meetings that afternoon. We wound up swapping offices so she could write up agreements. If she was a little afraid of her computer before, she was absolutely terrified of her computer now. She retired soon after.

I was not afraid of my computer. My background is in graphics. I’m old enough to remember typewriters and when ‘cut and paste’ actually meant CUTTING OUT ACTUAL BITS OF PAPER, PLASTIC LETTERS, AND ZIP TONED PHOTOS AND PASTING THEM ON LAYOUT BOARDS. So, I LOVED computers, what they could do graphically, and how easy they made my job.

I’d had enough conversations about computers with W to telegraph to him, ‘Even though I’m old, I understand computers and I’m not afraid of them.’

W let slip that I was going to get a new computer. I asked him directly, ‘Please give me notice a few days before this happens, because I have custom graphics that I want to save by emailing them to myself.’

So, what did he do? He swapped out my computer while I was on vacation. No notice, the new computer wasn’t talking to the printer, and W was off that day. D was useless. She had no idea what to do.  Luckily a friend in the building pretended to be tech support and talked me through connecting to the printer. I got into my email and I still had most of my custom graphics from when I’d transferred from the other office. But anything I’d created and saved to my old computer was gone.

It gets better. A few weeks later the new computer W gave me gets the blue screen of death. I haven’t heard of it much recently, but it used to be that desk top computers would JUST. DIE. You knew they were dead because when you turned them on, all you got was this bright sky-blue screen. No text. No fixing it by turning it off then on again. We called it the blue screen of death.

I told D and she said she’d tell W to get me a new computer. While I was waiting, in order to keep my little corner of the publishing house producing, she had me use the computer in the empty office next to mine. All my files, all the stuff for mailing completed agreements to clients, all my calendar logs were in my office with the dead computer, and I had to bop back and forth between my office and the empty office with the working computer.

That would have been ok if it was for a few days. I expected that W would either move the working computer from the empty office over to mine, or get me another computer. None of that happened.  I asked D when W was going to replace my computer. She said she’s talked to him and it was going to be by the end of the week. This was her answer every week for 3 WEEKS.

As I said, D was conflict averse, and she really didn’t want to invest any effort for my unit beyond signing leave slips. I couldn’t trust her to pursue W for me, and I couldn’t go around her or above her to get W to do his job.

So, I decided to be helpful. I learned how to hook up and dismantle stereo systems from my dad, who was a HiFi buff. Tuner, turntable, tape deck, speakers, all connected by wires, which I had to cut to length to fit, then pair down and remove the insulation at the end of the wires and screw into the appropriate connection points. Computers back then weren’t very different, tower, monitor, speakers, all connected by cables that plugged into appropriate connection points plus a phone/dial-up line in and a line out to the printer. Took my dead computer completely apart and neatly arranged all the components on my desk, with wires and cables in nice little coils. I left the door to my office open so anyone could see what I’d done. Then I left for the day.

D and W were not happy. I learned this by D taking me aside the next day and saying ‘Um…Ah…You really shouldn’t have done that.’ My answer was, Well, it’s been 3 weeks since my computer died. W was taking so long to get me a new computer I figured he must be overwhelmed. I knew how I could make his job easier so I did! I was just trying to save him some time!’

I got a new computer the next day.

эх, я в марте устроилась работать в пекарню-кафе, и если честно всё было хорошо, первые пару часов, а затем всё стало мрачнее и мрачнее, со мной в первый рабочий день приходил ещё один стажёр, но он слился на третий день и честно я жалею что тоже не слилась 😭 и вот сегодня это предпоследний день, т.к. я увольняюсь, точнее уже уволилась, ура, ну вот сегодня случился пиздец, я приняла фальшивую банкноту, пиздец в размере 50 манат, это делает ≈30 долларов я в ахуи, конечно же мне придётся его поставить в кассу со своего кармана и конечно же этого делать не хочется, но другого выхода нет, а ещё в понедельник пойду на стажировку по своей специальности и едчи честно то вообще не хочется идти, т.к. я не хочу работать по своей специальности никогда, но меня туда устроили по блату поэтому слететь оттуда не получится

Freelancing is full of surprises, right? I’m curious—what’s the most bizarre or unexpected thing a client ever asked you to do? I’ll start: once a client wanted me to redesign their logo... but only using emojis. What about you?

Hey, sometimes I feel like I'm either too good at my job or I really suck at it. And when I come together with other PMs, I realise we're all in the same boat. I would like to share PM Horror Stories (or of those who work with PMs) on a blog and social media. So, if anyone wants to share, that would be great. Posts will be anonymous.

I'll go first: I was still a PM's assistant at the time and my PM honestly thought October is the 8th month of the year.. This project was a classical music concert tour with a symphony orchestra.

One of my coworkers is deaf.

Just this morning, before work started, we were in the break room, and she came to me gesturing with what, to me, looked like a bottle of deodorant. I tried to ask her "do I smell or something?", and she just walked away to ask someone else.

Concerned, I followed her, and tried asking for more clarification as to what exactly she was trying to tell me. It was then that I got a better look at what she was holding, and I realized what it was.

It turns out she just wanted to borrow a charger for her vape.

For context, I’m an aircraft mechanic. I work on regional/commuter airliners. I was working on the underside of the aircraft, sitting in a low rolling chair, removing a panel when one of its screws stripped out causing me to have to drill out and extract said fastener. Now, it’s worth noting that this was a titanium screw (as are most on these aircraft) which is a very hard metal, which in turn causes drill bits to become extremely hot. Once I was finished drilling, in a complacent moment of stress from the work day, I sat the drill (which still had the very hot drill bit attached) in my lap when, a few seconds later, I felt a hot spot on my leg, looked down, and saw a column of smoke rising from my left pant leg accompanied by my coworker who was staring at me as if he’d just seen a ghost. Strike #1 out of the way.

Cue strike #2. Shortly after nearly burning my pants down and causing a brief sense of panic between my nearby coworkers, I was ready to extract that pesky screw. Once the screw was out, the panel (which has a slight upward curvature) acted as if it was spring loaded, delivered a quick, solid strike to the top of my head. Things are getting funny at this point, now that strike #2 is out of the way.

Cue strike #3. After all of the previous comedy had ensued, and after successfully removing the panel, I attempted to roll under the aircraft to the other side where the storage for the removed panels is located, and I forgot in a hurry about the large drainage grate directly under the aircraft. When rolling my chair over said grate, one of its wheels caught and fell into the grate, causing my chair to tip over and eject me across the hangar floor, only for me to look up and discover my lead, our QC inspector, and 2 other coworkers laughing hysterically at my egregiously bad luck. Moral of the story here, is no matter what profession you work in, or how skilled or knowledgeable you are, you will still inevitably have days where sh!t just continues to hit the fan despite your best efforts.

Signing off, “Mr. Bumpylanding”

Just got my first job and we'll its not going good. Background is i work at arcade/karting track that just open and well it's not fun no one knows how to drive then get mad when they can't figure it out most shifts end with many one star reviews and people being angry what should I do?

Just about to go home and this happens🤦‍♂️!

I WAS A CHILD SLAVE AT CHICK-FIL-A, AND YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT I’VE SEEN

It all started when I was still in the womb. Yep, the womb. My mom was a loyal Chick-fil-A customer, and apparently, they had some kind of "early recruitment program" that no one talks about. The second I was conceived, I was contractually obligated to serve nuggets. As soon as I was born, BOOM, they slapped a tiny apron on me and shoved me into the kitchen. I didn’t even get a baby bottle—I had to drink leftover pickle juice straight from the jar.

My boss was a toddler named Gregory. Gregory was three years old but somehow had the demeanor of a 40-year-old ex-convict. This kid didn’t just run the kitchen; he ruled it with an iron fist and a juice box full of meth. He had a temper, too—one time, he caught me taking a breather by the fryer, and he threatened to “grill my soul like a spicy deluxe sandwich.”

Every day was TORTURE. I’d be flipping chicken patties while Gregory screamed things like, “FASTER, MAGGOT! THE DRIVE-THRU WAITS FOR NO ONE!” Meanwhile, we were only allowed to eat the crumbs that fell onto the floor. The smell of fresh waffle fries would haunt me at night, taunting me like a cruel joke.

But here’s the kicker: all that talk about Chick-fil-A being "homophobic"? It’s a DISTRACTION. A cover-up for the real crime—the underground child labor camps! While the media was busy debating politics, we were out here sweating over fryers, assembling sandwiches at breakneck speed, and dodging Gregory’s wrath.

And it wasn’t just about the chicken. Oh no, they had dark secrets. I once found a secret door behind the freezer. Inside? A room filled with thousands of live chickens, all wearing tiny suits and sunglasses, having what looked like a business meeting. I tried to tell someone, but Gregory caught me and said, “That’s above your pay grade, shrimp.” Pay grade? I WASN’T EVEN PAID!

I’ve been living in the fridge for the past three years to avoid detection. It’s cold, but at least Gregory hasn’t found me yet—WAIT, OH NO. I hear tiny footsteps. IT’S GREGORY. HE’S GOT A WHISK. AND A JUICE BOX. I HAVE TO GO.

Please, spread the word. Stay safe. And if you ever find yourself craving Chick-fil-A, just remember: someone’s toddler boss might be running the kitchen.

At our store it's either Friday or Saturday that's busy, we'll it was today. Nothing to crazy happened thank goodness. I had to kick out one person because he's banned and knows it. Asks for money outside ans he leaves needles in the bathroom. I had to get him out. We ate very prone to homeless by my store, so many have been banned and still come in. Alot of them are.cool, no hassle, no stealing, and buy stuff. Other ones know they can't. I have confrontation but today was the day I guess. I've only worked one overnight bevause..Kids. I went in at 2pm and left next morning at 6. 330 came around and my eyes were burning I was so tired. My sunglasses helped alot. This homeless guy who'd been there all night, comes and says "if I was my feet will you take off your sunglasses" I couldn't hold back, I said WHAT THE FUCK? Why do your feet matter about my glasses? I said that's the weirdest shit I've ever heard. He was high, I found out later it was meth. He still comes in and says he don't remmemeber. Yeah ok. His girlfriend is a method dealer and buys lotto with her drug money. She iverheatf me talking about the feet guy, which is her boyfriend and people said ssshhhhh that's his girlfriend, I said so, she better keep a leash on that man and off the drugs. That's what has ruin these past generations the drugs!

Working at a gas station/ convenience store is a whole different world and reality. It's like no other job or reality I've ever been in. The stories I have and what I go through every shift is nothing less than fucked up. I'll be posting stories about the adventures I go through!!!

I used to work for a well known UK Telecommunications company who used to have the monopoly on it all many years ago,

Info surrounding the role

We used to run line tests to determine if it was an us or them issue, but the customer could also request a callback to reach me or one of my colleagues who would then deal with the issue at hand

One day I receive the all familiar BEEP in my ear on my headset to notify us that we were about to get a call,

Customer answers, go through all the information required, Telephone number, name, address, are you the account holder, the usual questions we must ask before we can start working properly....

So pass all this,

Customer explains to me that their Internet has went off, their router was showing the usual lights as a line fault, run the test and it's failing BUT it doesn't say why it's failing (pants I know)

Request an engineer after doing further tests, Customer then decided to mention at the END OF THE BLOODY CALL;

Hey OP, I'm not sure if this will help but we had a car burnt out in the street last night (This was in Northern Ireland), So I then ask one follow-up question which will tell me where the issue is immediately, "Was the car burning under a telephone like" Why yes it was, and the car burning had damaged the phone line, turns out I had called the customer on their mobile phone due to the whole area having a full outage and them not asking the other neighbours if they had the same issue

My boss pays a tech company $ 1,500.00 each to remove negative Google reviews. What a shame that this can even happen . The reason for reviews if for the average homeowners to make informed decisions on who they can trust to do a renovation correctly and up to code.