Fess Up....

[Becks]

You're such a tease!

What's with all the calling others teases? You're just jealous.

[crazylegs]

You're just jealous.

What's your point?

[Enigma]

At the call center I used to go to partner sites and play the free games while on calls. Or play magic with my co irkers. Or colour.

Where I am now, the only things I do are text on the clock and attempt to jump over the service desk counter XD

[JLRodgers]

Now that sounds like a fun time!

You're such a tease!

Oh it was fun and all -- and a bit dangerous. I fear saying too much as people could figure it out

All I will say is.... it involved probably 50 people at one place, 25 people at my place. And a number got fired over it (I, however, got a recommendation for employment other places because I was loved [and no one knew lol] and unfortunately had a hand in the one person getting fired because they screwed up [really.... why on earth were they checking out child porn at work?!?]). And I did manage to save some people their jobs because I made sure they didn't get caught.

[Mighty Girl]

Oh where to begin.....

Had my then boyfriend come by (I worked alone- night security at retirement home) and we ordered pizza etc. (wink wink)

At the dealership........
Had sex on my boss' desk- several times
Played countless hours of computer games
Talked with job recruiters while looking for another job- while "working" at my then-current job.
"Lost" paperwork from a co-worker who was a total jerk.
Offered to pick up lunch for numerous co-workers so I wouldn't have to clock out until I got back.
Blackmailed the office manager who was getting it on with the married owner of the company.
Helped myself to company stamps- in fact didn't buy any stamps for 3 years.
Had my car detailed on company time by company people on the company dime. Sometimes, had the oil changed and tires rotated too.

Looking back, most of my exploits occurred because I became aware that regardless of how hard I worked, I wouldn't get a raise or anything significiant from it. And when I got cocky enough to just straight out ask for a raise, they said it wasn't in the budget (while the owner drives a uber pricey highline paid for by the company). They were completely stunned when I left. The guy was actually stuttering..... The above referenced jerk actually asked me to stay late on my last day there (I had given a week's notice) to do a set of lease papers for him..... idiot....

[tropicsgoddess]

Looking back, most of my exploits occurred because I became aware that regardless of how hard I worked, I wouldn't get a raise or anything significiant from it. And when I got cocky enough to just straight out ask for a raise, they said it wasn't in the budget (while the owner drives a uber pricey highline paid for by the company). They were completely stunned when I left. The guy was actually stuttering..... The above referenced jerk actually asked me to stay late on my last day there (I had given a week's notice) to do a set of lease papers for him..... idiot....

With a place like your old job, you should've called it the dealershit...and yours truly has worked in one not long ago. Hopefully you told the jerk off no on staying late on your last day and where to take it. A weeks notice with you being there was too good for them. I would've given them the notice and not show up at all.

[Mighty Girl]

Oh we had several nicknames for the place and the people...it was truly the shadiest place I had ever worked and to this day, am stunned that the owner never landed in jail.

People would get irritated because I was pretty bitchy (only to those who were deserving of my wrath)- and I even had a habit of showing up at someone's desk and saying "Company name slave at your service". That always got their panties in a bunch.

They were doubly stunned because I quit my job there so I could go work for this guy the owner used to do business with. Hey- if you don't pay- someone will! By leaving I got a $15K per year raise plus bonuses.

The general manager was known as the Evil Bitch Monster of Death....she claimed to be late 30's (mid to late 40's' actually), had liposuction but claimed it was back surgery (how back surgery makes your butt smaller I have no idea), scratched a new 911 Porsche right before delivery and put WHITE OUT on it (so NOT very good) had me returning lingerie to VS and picking up her dry cleaning, etc. all the time.

The owner and his two moocher kids sucked big time. The kids were beyond incompetent and hardly showed up, but always got a "paycheck". The owner talked a big game but was always trying to dig himself out of the red because he was so stupid, and he was actually banned from ever owning another Ford dealership again (before my time, but funny nonetheless). His wife was always trying to get me to buy her stupid Mary Kay stuff. His parents....oh for the love of all that is holy.....his mother would show up in fur coats and red lipstick (mind you she was at least 85) and whine about how they needed a newwwww Benz because they just can't be seen in a 4 year old car, how could her son leave her untended to like this

The office manager started doing the owner after the GM left (she realized the owner would never leave his wife for her). Suddenly, the company started paying her car payments etc..... She turned into the new reigning EBMOD, but was a new more volatile version because she had a psycho harley ex-BF who found out she was doing the owner and he was none too pleased.

Sorry to have rambled. I've done several more things while at work at that place, and you know what? Don't feel guilty in the least!

[Kilamon]

Fess up any naughty things you've done at work, past or present .

Found another job.

[Becks]

What's your point?

Uh...I don't think I have one, actually. *shuffles off*

[MystyGlyttyr]

I'm pretty sure the statute of limitations isn't up yet on some of the shenanigans I pulled in the past, so those will have to wait another...what's the statute of limitations on extortion?...maybe another six years or so...

I called a McDonalds regional manager a "dickless wonder" to his face once...I was on my way out the door at the time, though, so I don't know if that counts.

I sabotaged a former coworker's workstation on my way out as payback for her always trying to get me in trouble for not doing her job for her. Turns out that if you dump enough breading into a vat of oil, it makes a sort of cakey-brick that can resist a hammer strike...

I assaulted a cook at Waffle House, but you've all heard that story.

Mostly, my bad habits involve quitting with zero notice and just taking off...of course, if the people I worked for would quit pissing me off, it wouldn't happen. After all, here at the paper, they've treated me like a human being for three years and I'm still here...

[crazylegs]

I assaulted a cook at Waffle House, but you've all heard that story.

Um, no we haven't...

[Ringtail Z28]

Today, during a fifteen minute break I fell asleep in my car for an hour and a half, and no one noticed. I guess this is more of an oops though since it was unintentional and I was exhausted.

[aurelemsrealm]

I currently work at a convenience store. At my current job, it's mostly a matter of not doing all of the chores that upper management expects to be completed per the duty roster. For instance, I rarely ever dust shelves, and even when I do, I don't do it thoroughly. I especially despise the thought of dusting and facing the candy or HBA shelves because there are so many little articles. As long as the store looks to be in decent shape, I pretty much just pretend to look busy on the rare occasions when I don't have customers. I do enough so that I'm not bored, but nothing extra. I also don't really clean the pumps or trash cans because I think it's a pointless chore. I just take a bucket of soap water and wipe them down, but management wants us to wax the pump facings and use armor all on the trash cans. Yeah, whatever.

Here are my actual "bad habits" at work, though:

I frequently raid the discard bin and gather losing lottery tickets to enter in the second chance drawing since I can enter them online at no cost to me. If I find tickets laying on the parking lot or anywhere else, I check them and enter them as well. On the rare occasion that I find a winner someone missed, I cash it in and keep the winnings as compensation for having to deal with so many sucky customers, even if I know who had purchased it.

I drain the penny tray, and keep the change. I also literally keep the change rather than leaving it in the drawer or penny tray when someone leaves their change behind. I just sit it aside, and nonchalantly slip it into my smock pocket a few pieces at a time between customers.

I also cash in my excess change when I'm working by myself, like on weekends. Since I am a change gatherer as mentioned in the previous paragraph, I manage to accumulate a lot of it.

I don't pay for everything I want immediately. If I decide to buy a sandwich for lunch one day, and a bag of candy for a snack another day, I may not necessarily pay for them right away. I make a note to myself keeping a running total, and pay for it eventually. I only "charge" this way because I usually use my debit card, and don't want a bunch of little receipts.

That's all that I can think of at my current job.

At a previous job, I sold advertising for a local radio/TV station. They only paid commission on sales, so I often filled in running the control boards or covering news stories to boost my paycheck. When I was offered a job at a better radio station in a neighboring town, I was instructed to leave all my client records, ad copies, etc. I did, but I made copies of all my files to take with me to work for the competition

At the better radio station, the sports director and I got to be good friends. We had similarly sarcastic senses of humor, so we'd make up all kinds of fake ads and programs in the studio. Some of it was stuff making fun of well-known people around town, and their businesses and other pet projects. Everyone at work was aware of our activities, and we had a special "DO NOT AIR!!!!" folder on the computer. All coworkers at this job were guilty of messing with coworkers' spaces, especially the general manager's office. We frequently "decorated" his office with blow up dolls suggestively posed on the couch, foul smelling food long forgotten in the break room fridge at the bottom of his trash can, etc.

At a newspaper job, I tried my hand at the composition department. My primary interest was feature writing and photography, but I decided to try other things to broaden my horizons. This office was high drama all the time because we had two lazy ad reps who constantly turned things in after the deadline. Then, they'd run to the spineless ad manager when I refused to work on it right away. The ad manager would then come chew on me because the ads weren't done in time. Then, it got to the point that the editor/publisher called me into his office to ask why I wasn't getting my work done on time. Luckily, another ad rep and the classified ad manager came to my defense when they saw what was happening. The ad manager decided that she was going to have me fired after that. The editor/publisher was good enough to tell me that she was going over his head, so I told him I'd had enough. He tried to talk me out of it because he disliked what was happening, and was fighting it, too. So, I turned in my notice, then proceeded to trash every single ad belonging to those particular reps' accounts before finally walking out. The funny part came after I left -- some definite issues going on in the office lead corporate to send some new people to investigate what was happening. The ad reps who were causing me so much trouble were fired after being caught goofing off. The ad manager and the bookkeeper were both fired and prosecuted for embezzlement. The editor/publisher quit after purchasing a nearby small town paper, and the ad rep and classified manager who went to my defense went to work for him. That was the point at which I'd decided to be done with jobs in small town media because it was no longer appealing to me.

[Trayol]

Being young, I haven't had some of the exploits like others, but there are a few things:

At Rec Center:
-Nearly fell asleep on the job. (In my defense I was tired.)
-Actually fell asleep.
-Did homework.
-And Read.
-Surfed the Internet. (Mostly CS.com. )
-Watched TV.

At Dairy Store:
-Threatened co-workers. (They started it.)
-In theory, walked out during a shift.
-Let my frustration control me.
-Horded the dishes to build a lovely design.

[MystyGlyttyr]

Um, no we haven't...

Ah.

Well, long story short, he was some sort of wannabe rapist who was always harrassing the other girls and getting away with it because management didn't really want to get involved. The day rolled around where he put his hands on me, and I put my hands on him, firmly, many times about the head and shoulders, and then threatened the manager's manhood with the waffle iron if he didn't do something about it. Management peed it's collective pants and fired the guy with extreme prejudice.

Then I quit like three days later anyway, heh.