I don't have many work related stories. I remember escaping an office Christmas party to hit on the hot new temporary secretary. Only for an old female employee to cock block me, joining the conversation as if it was some three way group event. I left shortly after.
gamingeek said:I... what? Was he trying to say ashore like a pirate?
Ahoy! He had a speech impediment.
At the library there was a middle-aged guy who would come and start talking to me. He would go on for a while, turn and take a step like he's leaving, then stop, turn around and continue. The thing about his ramblings is they were a bit out there. He claimed to be a goldsmith until a government and lawyer conspiracy shut him down. Most impressively, he said he bought a pair or corduroys he really liked, but one day he came home and they were replaced with a slightly smaller version of the same pants. It remains a mystery.
So be warned. The Government of Canada can and will steal your pants.
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Tell me to get back to rewriting this site so it's not horrible on mobilegamingeek said:I don't have many work related stories. I remember escaping an office Christmas party to hit on the hot new temporary secretary. Only for an old female employee to cock block me, joining the conversation as if it was some three way group event. I left shortly after.
Yodariquo said:For a while at university I worked at the computer lab and library as help with printing and software for anyone who needed it. The computer lab was only for students and was smaller, while the library was accessible to the public.
At the library there was a middle-aged guy who would come and start talking to me. He would go on for a while, turn and take a step like he's leaving, then stop, turn around and continue. The thing about his ramblings is they were a bit out there. He claimed to be a goldsmith until a government and lawyer conspiracy shut him down. Most impressively, he said he bought a pair or corduroys he really liked, but one day he came home and they were replaced with a slightly smaller version of the same pants. It remains a mystery.
So be warned. The Government of Canada can and will steal your pants.
Smaller pants swapping. Classic.
I got blowjob in the cafeteria once. Not all the way, but got it sucked on for a good minute. No joke.
The benefits of having a girlfriend at work. Until you break up...then its awkward.
On Wednesdays we had a drug dealer come by and sell cocaine to anyone who needed it. When the company went out of business half a dozen people ended up in rehab so that guy did well for himself.
Lots of other stuff went on too. That was a fun job.
robio said:When I worked at the spammer company I was at for a couple years it was like working in Babylon. The president used to manage Pure Platinum, the top strip club in South Florida. So any girl who wanted to quit stripping would be given a job as an assistant or receptionist. Most of them were entirely worthless, but the eye candy was top notch.
On Wednesdays we had a drug dealer come by and sell cocaine to anyone who needed it. When the company went out of business half a dozen people ended up in rehab so that guy did well for himself.
Lots of other stuff went on too. That was a fun job.
This sounds like wolf of wall street.
My work is so boring, it's a bunch of old people.
This is where we will talk about our jobs. Funny, sad, disappointing, whatever. Do you like your boss, your fellow employees? I'll start by sharing probably one of the funniest things I've ever experienced at work.
I was teaching a class of special education students. Students who had low IQs but no physical problems. There was about eight of them in this particular class, all males. One day, I lined them up to leave. They all had their drawings in their hands and we were waiting on their teacher to come and pick them up. I was at the back of the line and heard little Joey, in the front of the line, arguing with another student. I walk up there to see what the issue was and Joey calls out to me.
"Hey, tell them that this isn't a bad word!"
Against my better judgment, I ask " Well Joey, what is the word?"
" A whore."
I'm of course taken aback by this and respond, " Well Joey, not only is that considered a bad word, it's a pretty ugly thing to call someone."
" No, it's not bad! Look! Look!"
Joey proceeds to roll his paper up like a tube, puts the end of it to his eye and exclaims, " A whore! A whore!"