What's the worst thing you've ever done?

[ShortTemperHatesStupidity]

had a really bad migraine 2 hours into my shift and my manager told the assistant manager to "take Katt out back for a smoke break"-

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*some people swear by it for migraines-I'd rather not, but that day I was already into the nausea, and unable to stand upright-I was willing to do anythingto make the pain stop.

It works well for girly problems too. I think it has to do with muscles relaxing...

[B&NGoddess]

OMG YOUR AVATAR IS FREAKING HILARIOUS!!!!!!

i assume you meant mine? ah, the joys of photoshop.

[Boozy]

had a really bad migraine 2 hours into my shift and my manager told the assistant manager to "take Katt out back for a smoke break"-which was team speak for give her some pot

I never found that its done much for my migraines (I get some absolutely brutal ones that can sometimes require hospitalization). But I had some back problems years ago, and it was the only thing that worked. I never went to work under the influence, though. It made me too stupid.
The most unprofessional thing I've ever done was getting intimate with my (now) husband where we both worked. It was after hours....but still. We're not usually like that, so we still cringe whenever we think about it. Just young and stupid and in love, I guess.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

OMG YOUR AVATAR IS FREAKING HILARIOUS!!!!!!

[B&NGoddess]

yelled "fuck you!" at a customer on the phone. she was being a bitch and i had had enough. all that followed was stunned silence then a :click:

[ContraCorriente]

Told a new teenage boy emplyee that if he was so horny that he couldn't keep his hands off the teenage girls, he didn't need to be out in the f***ing public...

...in front of a customer.

Luckily nothing came of it.

[BookstoreEscapee]

"These are rubbish, Nikki (the dog) will chew through them in no time."

Perhaps you should have suggested she try the hardware store and get a length of steel chain Of course, then she'd come back yelling at you when all the dog's teeth broke out of her head.

[Hobgoblin]

I was a Resident Assistant (RA) at a small Christian university. My "customers" were my fellow students in the dorm. Did I mention it was a Christian school? Cause that's important. The Christian thing, that is.

Moving on.

Two of the students there in the hall were called "Stink" and "Retard" for what I hope are obvious reasons (to clarify, Retard was not retarded, but he had a remarkable lack of common sense and tried to act smart, when, in reality, he was mildly dumb). They did something to piss me off on top of a long semester, so I finally exploded.

I started by saying "If you ever fucking do that again, I'll put a knife in your fucking balls" or some such. Retard replies with "Look bitch..." That's as far as he got. I managed to swear for about the next five straight minutes. The threats and usages were quite elaborate, which I'm proud to say. One of the guys who heard me down the hall is in the Marine Corps now, and he still says it was one of the greatest streaks of profanity he's ever heard. I learned to swear from sailors, machine shop mechanics and professional roofers. Apparently I'm really good at it.

We laughed for months (and even now, years later). I never heard a word about it, even though someone had to have told my boss. I ahve someone from the floor below call me to make sure I was okay.

[Severen13]

Hmmm...back in my DQ days I had undiagnosed depression and a hair-trigger temper that I took out on more than a few of my co-workers. Looking back, it's amazing that I was able to get away with my behaviour for so long.


Prozac is coooolllllll............

[RecoveringKinkoid]

One year for Christmas, just after the "Kinko's employees will now have to wear the blue uniform shirts" policy (which for some reason we hated at the time) the people in home office sent us a group color copy of themselves as some sort of masturbatory "season's greetings."

Not a single one of them was wearing a uniform shirt. As predicted.

So I snuck into the bathroom with it and rubber cemented it into the back of the toilet bowl so that the guys could whiz all over their smug smiling faces and cute little Santa hats. Now THAT's a spreading around a little holiday cheer.

Poor assistant manager headed in there a couple hours later with the rubber opera gloves and a razor scraper (yet another reason I never went for that position. That poor bastard spent far and away too much time with those rubber gloves on, shoulder-deep in the toilet. No thanks. As a peon, I got peed on far less than he did.) He was muttering about "you wait till I get my hands of Jeff."

Now, while the crime did indeed smack loudly of Jeff, Jeff was innocent. In fact, he wasn't even at work that day. However, if it started shaping up like Jeff was gonna get busted for it and get in trouble, I would have immediately confessed. But frankly, too much fun was had by all in the bathroom (well, except for the AM) for anyone to do too much sleuthing. Nobody ever figured out whodunnit.

Years later, I confessed at a party. Alchohol was involved.

Blaquekatt, I don't smoke...ANYTHING...but if someone handed me a joint and said "This will get rid of your migraine", I'd smoke it without a single moment's hesitation.

In fact....well....never mind. Thanks for the tip.

[BlaqueKatt]

had a really bad migraine 2 hours into my shift and my manager told the assistant manager to "take Katt out back for a smoke break"-which was team speak for give her some pot(I was the only worker that did not smoke anything but cigs) and hope her migraine goes away*-it did and I actually stayed for the rest of my 13 hour shift.

so it was done under managements direct orders

*some people swear by it for migraines-I'd rather not, but that day I was already into the nausea, and unable to stand upright-I was willing to do anythingto make the pain stop.

[powerboy]

The worst thing I did at anyjob, was tell this one guy off, at my last factory job. He was a newer guy, and he already had it in his head, that he was a boss. I told him off and hit my hammer onto the wooden steps that we had. After that we were cool with each other. But he had pissed me and everyone else off, by telling them how to do our jobs. I was the one, that taught him, how to do everything there.

[protege]

I think the most unprofessional thing I've done at work...was to throw a CD-R at the wall...causing it to shatter. I'd been trying to back up some data, and the damn thing wouldn't work for some reason.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

At channel 25, using videotape cassettes to brick up the case of beer we had hidden in the tape room.

At public tv, taking naps in the crew office lying full out on the couch. The kicker? This was common practice among the production crews. Stored a very large alligator turtle (a live one) in the tape room for the evening.

At public tv, chewed out a client for running her mouth about "how America asked for it" after 9/11. I didn't care much about the job, but I did care about going to jail, so she didnt' get assaulted. Nothing came of it. I only said what everyone else in the room was thinking. Also, kept an injured quail in the ladies shower until it recovered enough to fly off.

At "cussin' photo", we sometimes had dogs back in the labs. Also, on fridays, I would frequently sit around on the floor after hours drinking black and tans and getting hammered (the husband worked here, too, so no driving home drunk. I had a ride.). I wasn't even as bad as the rest of my coworkers....they were passing around a bong.

I don't think I've gone off in an unprofessional manner on a customer. Put them in their place, yes. But I never really lost my temper and went off on them in an unprofessional way...at least not to their face. My enraged rantings in the stockroom in private don't count.

[draftermatt]

In front of customers? I went off on a contractor who had been screwing up constantly. Honest to god every other word out of mouth was f**k.

But then again, my boss does worse.

The other thing was at the warehouse. I knew this guy was getting fired and he royally pissed me off, and again, every other word was f**k. The whole store and warehouse heard me. The only thing ever said to me was "You won't have to do that again, he's gone now"