| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? 16:37 - Apr 30 with 1367 views | Chris_ITFC |
Keep it light (if you can!)…
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 17:24 - Apr 30 with 1245 views | bluelagos |
On one of my overseas jaunts I uncovered a big fraud of local PAYE tax by one of the staff, who happened to be my boss...
Made for some interesting conversations with the parent company (who had employed me to check out the finances) and I got given 48 hours to get out of Nigeria, with death threats coming my way after the guy worked out he was fooked.
All my stuff was abandoned, one way ticket to Dubai and throw what you can into a suitcase...
Had better days tbh |  |
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 18:54 - Apr 30 with 1112 views | BlueBadger |
Called to help out with an overdose. They were a well-known local character with, as it turned out, a MASSIVE 'white power' tattoo across their chest.
Patient had taken a combination of antipsychotics, opioids and alcohol and fluctuated between super sleepy and wildly agitate but was increasingly trending towards 'super drowsy' with its accompanying airway issues.
Anyway, I ended up calling the intensive care team down because this individual needed to be somewhere where they could be safely looked after given their highly vulnerable airway.
Whilst I was waiting for the ICU team to turn up they suddenly switched to 'very agitated' because their blood pressure had been wobbly on arrival and they'd been given a couple of litres of IV fluid to rehydrate them and bring the blood pressure up.
The main focus of their agitation turned out they were busting for a piss. Despite my best efforts to 'point' them towards a bottle rather than the floor and instead, they emptied their bladder all over me.
So, now, if I'm having a rough one I ask myself 'is this as bad as being pissed on by a nazi'. |  |
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 22:43 - Apr 30 with 923 views | StNeotsBlue |
In my days as a taxi driver had a few shockers. But the low point was when the trains were knackered one Saturday night I got a fare for a group of young women to go to Peterborough.
It soon became apparent two of them were w@nkered already and just as we got on the A1 one of them decided the back of my head was best place to aim her projectile vomit.
As a normally positive person it was a proper f@ck me life moment. |  | | |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 22:45 - Apr 30 with 918 views | Chris_ITFC |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 18:54 - Apr 30 by BlueBadger |
Called to help out with an overdose. They were a well-known local character with, as it turned out, a MASSIVE 'white power' tattoo across their chest.
Patient had taken a combination of antipsychotics, opioids and alcohol and fluctuated between super sleepy and wildly agitate but was increasingly trending towards 'super drowsy' with its accompanying airway issues.
Anyway, I ended up calling the intensive care team down because this individual needed to be somewhere where they could be safely looked after given their highly vulnerable airway.
Whilst I was waiting for the ICU team to turn up they suddenly switched to 'very agitated' because their blood pressure had been wobbly on arrival and they'd been given a couple of litres of IV fluid to rehydrate them and bring the blood pressure up.
The main focus of their agitation turned out they were busting for a piss. Despite my best efforts to 'point' them towards a bottle rather than the floor and instead, they emptied their bladder all over me.
So, now, if I'm having a rough one I ask myself 'is this as bad as being pissed on by a nazi'. |
Superb catchphrase to live by… Have you considered getting it tattooed across your chest? | |
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 09:00 - May 1 with 760 views | Bluish |
I worked with a manager who was laid off in the same week as his kitchen ceiling collapsed and his wife walked out on him. Poor guy. |  | | |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 09:54 - May 1 with 698 views | ElderGrizzly |
I was shot at on the Yemeni border with Saudi while meeting the Saudi Border Guards back in 2014.
They missed, so maybe it is a good day? |  | | |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 10:43 - May 1 with 596 views | Warkystache |
One of my female colleagues accused one of my male counterparts (who was also a friend) of sexual misconduct. He was innocent, but she was on a 100% check at work following a performance review and was likely to be dismissed from employment (during an economic fallow period when jobs were very hard to come by). So she did what she felt she had to do to deflect blame. That was a bad day.
Thank heavens a load of his colleagues came forward at his hearing and vouched for his behaviour, and he had the foresight to record the conversation they'd had for the instance she had accused him. She was sacked following the hearing. She later appeared on BBC News about ten years ago when she took her then employer to a tribunal for sexual discrimination and lost. |  |
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 10:47 - May 1 with 584 views | KBsSocks |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 22:43 - Apr 30 by StNeotsBlue |
In my days as a taxi driver had a few shockers. But the low point was when the trains were knackered one Saturday night I got a fare for a group of young women to go to Peterborough.
It soon became apparent two of them were w@nkered already and just as we got on the A1 one of them decided the back of my head was best place to aim her projectile vomit.
As a normally positive person it was a proper f@ck me life moment. |
Reminds me of a weekend away with a bunch of kids. Except it was two minibuses, and the projectile vomit was crisps- and sweets-induced. My minibus became the less-occupied of the two for the next 3 days: mostly luggage, in fact. The stench remained for months afterwards.
Luckily the puke was mostly over the gearstick and my shoulder, and into the heating system, and under the front seats and everywhere. Explosive projectile vomiting at its finest. |  |
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 10:53 - May 1 with 570 views | KBsSocks |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 09:54 - May 1 by ElderGrizzly |
I was shot at on the Yemeni border with Saudi while meeting the Saudi Border Guards back in 2014.
They missed, so maybe it is a good day? |
I was a Saudi Border guard for three hours - not a bad day, as the incumbent had "business" to attend to, and I was being held while "smuggling" non-alcoholic malt drink from Bahrain to Kuwait. Illegal in the KSA apparently.
I collected tickets, or sent those without tickets back to get a ticket.
Was allowed on my way with the illegal malt beverages at about 03:30 same day.
A good day at work.
(I have Yemen stories, too). | |
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:00 - May 1 with 553 views | Meadowlark |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 09:54 - May 1 by ElderGrizzly |
I was shot at on the Yemeni border with Saudi while meeting the Saudi Border Guards back in 2014.
They missed, so maybe it is a good day? |
I was accused of stealing a towel from a hotel in San'a' in Yemen in 1987, but nobody shot me. I hadn't stolen anything.
I was confronted by a young armed soldier in Banana City in Zaire once. (1981?) He was shouting at me in French, and I didn't understand the problem, but I understood the gun.
But they probably weren't my worst days..... [Post edited 1 May 11:11]
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:06 - May 1 with 526 views | Keno |
Many years ago I got given a link to a website someone said I’d find interesting and I logged into TWTD |  |
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:11 - May 1 with 500 views | BlueSmoke |
Sharted myself in a lift just before a presentation. I knew without looking.
Wasn't even due to nerves goddammit. TWTD.
The presentation went well btw. [Post edited 1 May 11:15]
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:16 - May 1 with 469 views | baxterbasics |
Mine is extremely boring and probably shared by a few here.
Being one of the six of the firm being called down to seen the director to be told I was being made redundant. Packing my stuff up and leaving there and then infront of my teammates who survived the cull, all watching sympathetically but not knowing what to say.
Turned out ok in the end though. |  |
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:21 - May 1 with 446 views | Benters |
Getting stitched up building a block wall in some flats,I’d told the ganger it was in the wrong place by about 6inches,he basically said just build the fkr.
When the boss came round he said that wall is the wrong place and the ganger blamed me 😡. |  |
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:33 - May 1 with 398 views | stickymockwell |
When I was part of the Yemeni Houthis I saw this bloke on the Saudi boarder that I wanted to shoot. I only went and bloody missed.
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:38 - May 1 with 360 views | KBsSocks |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:21 - May 1 by Benters |
Getting stitched up building a block wall in some flats,I’d told the ganger it was in the wrong place by about 6inches,he basically said just build the fkr.
When the boss came round he said that wall is the wrong place and the ganger blamed me 😡. |
Painted a newly-plastered wall, the top 2/3 of which I had layed, but not plastered.
The paint smelt a bit iffy, somehow. Okay, very iffy, but hey-ho.
Three days later, the whole room and kitchen smelt of badly-decayed fish.
Scraped off said paint.
3 more days later scraped off plaster as the stench (of tench ?) had infiltrated the plaster, too, apparently.
If you smell carefully, the faint wiff of fish is still apparent - the bricks were non-engineering, internal cheapo 50s bricks.
This is ten years later, in my bloomin' house. I should have taken the whole wall down, seemingly. [Post edited 1 May 11:40]
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:38 - May 1 with 356 views | ElderGrizzly |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 10:53 - May 1 by KBsSocks |
I was a Saudi Border guard for three hours - not a bad day, as the incumbent had "business" to attend to, and I was being held while "smuggling" non-alcoholic malt drink from Bahrain to Kuwait. Illegal in the KSA apparently.
I collected tickets, or sent those without tickets back to get a ticket.
Was allowed on my way with the illegal malt beverages at about 03:30 same day.
A good day at work.
(I have Yemen stories, too). |
We were there to 'modernise' how they worked and the intelligence gathering process.
Basically moving them back from the physical border and using tech, but they hated it as the backhanders would disappear from all those crossing the border... | | | |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:42 - May 1 with 331 views | Meadowlark |
We sailed out of Aberdeen late at night into a worsening gale with little hope of starting the seabed work within the next 48 hours, but the divers had to go into saturation so a meeting was convened to explain to them the nature of the work and how the equipment should be deployed. Following the meeting, the diving superintedent asked me if he could see the actual items that were to be installed to get an idea of their size and shape. I said OK.
The gear was in a storage container that had been loaded onto the back deck of the huge diving vessel, so I nipped outside and located the container. The weather was pretty nasty by this time and we were steaming full ahead, so it was a bit of a change of environment out there. Dark, wet, cold and windy and the vessel was lurching from side to side making it difficult to keep one’s balance.
Anyway, I wrenched open the latch on the container and opened the door. Even with the floodlit deck it was a bit dark, but I had packed the gear so I knew where everything was located. I leaned inside to have a closer look but as I did so the ship hit a massive wave and heaved over to one side. The adjacent container began to move and I had to make a quick decision. As it hurtled towards me I jumped into my open container just in time. The door slammed behind me with a massive crash as the other steel container came to a rest against it, trapping me inside.
That might have been my worst day at work…... [Post edited 1 May 13:05]
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:56 - May 1 with 286 views | Cheltenham_Blue |
I was once asked to run an event at a well known historical site in Chester which I had never been to before.
After a 3 hours drive, knackered, hungry and in desperate need of a p!ss, I arrived at the venue and turned into what I assumed was a driveway, only to hear a crunch as I tried to do an Italian Job impression and drive down a flight of 15 steps to the front door.
Let me tell you, in a mk3 Vauxhall Astra, it doesn't go nearly as well as in does the films, and I was left balancing on the edge of the top step on my sub frame. Since then every time I see a car drive down stairs in a movie, (I'm looking at you James Bond), I say, "It doesn't work like that!!" [Post edited 1 May 12:07]
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 12:28 - May 1 with 185 views | BluePG |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:42 - May 1 by Meadowlark |
We sailed out of Aberdeen late at night into a worsening gale with little hope of starting the seabed work within the next 48 hours, but the divers had to go into saturation so a meeting was convened to explain to them the nature of the work and how the equipment should be deployed. Following the meeting, the diving superintedent asked me if he could see the actual items that were to be installed to get an idea of their size and shape. I said OK.
The gear was in a storage container that had been loaded onto the back deck of the huge diving vessel, so I nipped outside and located the container. The weather was pretty nasty by this time and we were steaming full ahead, so it was a bit of a change of environment out there. Dark, wet, cold and windy and the vessel was lurching from side to side making it difficult to keep one’s balance.
Anyway, I wrenched open the latch on the container and opened the door. Even with the floodlit deck it was a bit dark, but I had packed the gear so I knew where everything was located. I leaned inside to have a closer look but as I did so the ship hit a massive wave and heaved over to one side. The adjacent container began to move and I had to make a quick decision. As it hurtled towards me I jumped into my open container just in time. The door slammed behind me with a massive crash as the other steel container came to a rest against it, trapping me inside.
That might have been my worst day at work…... [Post edited 1 May 13:05]
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 12:42 - May 1 with 155 views | Cafe_Newman |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 11:42 - May 1 by Meadowlark |
We sailed out of Aberdeen late at night into a worsening gale with little hope of starting the seabed work within the next 48 hours, but the divers had to go into saturation so a meeting was convened to explain to them the nature of the work and how the equipment should be deployed. Following the meeting, the diving superintedent asked me if he could see the actual items that were to be installed to get an idea of their size and shape. I said OK.
The gear was in a storage container that had been loaded onto the back deck of the huge diving vessel, so I nipped outside and located the container. The weather was pretty nasty by this time and we were steaming full ahead, so it was a bit of a change of environment out there. Dark, wet, cold and windy and the vessel was lurching from side to side making it difficult to keep one’s balance.
Anyway, I wrenched open the latch on the container and opened the door. Even with the floodlit deck it was a bit dark, but I had packed the gear so I knew where everything was located. I leaned inside to have a closer look but as I did so the ship hit a massive wave and heaved over to one side. The adjacent container began to move and I had to make a quick decision. As it hurtled towards me I jumped into my open container just in time. The door slammed behind me with a massive crash as the other steel container came to a rest against it, trapping me inside.
That might have been my worst day at work…... [Post edited 1 May 13:05]
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| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 14:00 - May 1 with 18 views | Meadowlark |
| Your Worst Ever Day at Work? on 12:42 - May 1 by Cafe_Newman |
Crikey! At least you have internet. |
This was back in the 1980’s, possibly early 90’s so no mobile phones, no internet.
So. What next? I must admit I was a little worried. Standing there in the dark, trying to keep my balance as the storm worsened, and wondering how things would pan out. It got worse. As well as the rolling and lurching of the ship, I could now definitely feel my own container moving around, and the one next to it continually bashing into it and nudging us closer to the side rail. I tried to remember the layout of the deck and if there was anything out there to prevent my steel cage from lurching over the side into the freezing North Sea. I know there were other containers around us and I also knew that one of these was an open sided cage laden with helium cylinders for the divers. Now in the lull between the crashing of waves and the scraping of steel as we slid across the deck I could definitely hear another sound. A hiss. I could hear gas escaping from these cylinders.
Not only might I be crushed or drowned but now I might also be suffocated, whilst screaming for help in a very high-pitched voice.
I did actually try shouting “HELP” a couple of times, but it was only half-hearted. There was no-one out there to hear me and the crash of the wind and waves would have made my faint cries inaudible.
I was finding it difficult to keep my footing and there was not really anywhere to sit down and rest inside my dark prison, so I was continually adjusting my feet to get some balance. In a quiet moment I detected that the hissing had stopped, but the next time there was a drop in the decibel level it had started up again. This was a strange development.
I moved my feet again and the hissing immediately stopped. It wasn’t the helium cylinders outside that were making this noise. I was hopping on and off a box of WD40 aerosol cans!! With the threat of suffocation now diminished I could turn my attention back to an escape plan, but nothing was immediately springing to mind.
Back in those days, I smoked, as did nearly everyone offshore. I was sharing a cabin with an old colleague, Tony who had turned in for the night, but he was surprised that I hadn’t returned to so he thought I must have found some late night entertainment such as a video film, card school or an illicit drinking den somewhere on board, so he went looking. He found my discarded pack of Marlboro in the deserted meeting room and that set his alarms bells jangling. I didn’t go anywhere for very long without my cigs! The diving superintendent was awoken. He said he’d waited around for me to return but after a while had just assumed I’d not gone out on the deck due to the weather! So now a ship wide search was undertaken to try to find me or to see if I was still on board?
Back in my steel cage outside I could now occasionally hear the ship’s tannoy. “Will Mr Meadowlark please report to the bridge immediately.“ “If only I could,” I thought.
After what seemed like ages of repeating this message I could suddenly detect a difference in the ship’s motion. First of all the vessel slowed, then the lurching eased as we came around to head away from the prevailing seas, reducing our movement to a gentle up and down as we rode the waves. Now I could also hear voices. The ship’s crew were out on deck looking for me. Someone up in the wheelhouse had spotted that the containers had moved and I think they were expecting to find me splattered between them. Now when I shouted I could be heard and my ordeal was nearly over. They had to attach a crane to the rogue container and pull it away from mine and then they had a job opening my door as it had been bent by the impact, but eventually I was free.
Rather than relief at finding me safe and well I was (rightly) given a telling off for venturing out on deck in those conditions and for not specifically telling anyone that I was doing so.
I retaliated by bemoaning their incompetence in not properly securing the containers.
Sound like a bit of an adventure when I retell it, but I was genuinely concerned for a while. | | | |
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