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When do you start your new job?
Strange People at Work
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When do you start your new job?
Neesy
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Thanks for asking - it is tomorrow at 2:30 p.m. but I plan to be there at 2:00 - don't worry - I never wear any perfume/cologne or strongly scented products - it's a hospital and many people are quite sensitive.
Let's hope I don't meet any of these "Strange People at Work" on my first day! 
I hope your first day is most fabulous! ♥Thanks for asking - it is tomorrow at 2:30 p.m. but I plan to be there at 2:00 - don't worry - I never wear any perfume/cologne or strongly scented products - it's a hospital and many people are quite sensitive.
Let's hope I don't meet any of these "Strange People at Work" on my first day!
.....and if you meet any of those strange people, I want to see pics!!
Well. The new manager seems. Good. We. Got some new. People starting, but already two did. Not. Show up and one. Got fired.. on her second day..but the new manager seems to really care about a clean store. So that is nice
Today I had to get my co-worker to stop thinking people are spy's. I fell bad for him he has a mental disorder. We got new staff members and he thinks they are all spy's.. I got him talking about different cake flavours and pie.
And hiswife takes some of his meds so he is not getting the right amount
Oh on Saturday I helped a 90 year old lady look for a garter belt, she was missing her teeth and tried to show me what one was,she started to touch my belt and I was like I know what they are- they should be over their and pointed to the bra and panty section. It was cute yet odd
So a new employee started today. I hear a co-worker asking him what nationality he is. 
Then same co-worker says to him, 'Oh I hear they are smart people'
this place.
Then same co-worker says to him, 'Oh I hear they are smart people'
this place.
Every time something with a password, computer, etc. goes wrong around here someone inevitably says in a derogatory way, "Oh, that means you'll have to call the IT help desk in India. Good luck!" Meanwhile, our beloved coworker who is Indian is sitting right among us. Do people not make the connection???
A coworker who I like but I realize is from another generation (yes, even older than I am), always has to add "and he's Chinese" on to any story about her doctor. As if any doctor anyone goes to in the NYC area is "American," whatever that means anymore.
At my present job, I have a co-worker who is one of those born-again fundamentalist types. He believes the source of anything bad can be attributed to a demon infestation. He used to bug me a lot because I'm a Hindu and he said we "worship idols" (I told him heck yeah I do: Bruce Springsteen and Stephen King). He said my skull ring is a way for "the demon" to infiltrate me (I told him, "You never watched The Phantom? He wears a skull for protection"). He says horror books & films create an opening for "the demon" to infiltrate people. He also believes that gay people are gay because they get possessed by a "gay demon." Kinda makes you wonder how come these so-called religious types who are supposedly close to their Lord see Satan in everything around them, as opposed to God.
This reminds me of a story I have heard a comedian tell in a couple of interviews now. Unfortunately I can't remember the name of the person, which is a shame because the story is a beaut! Apparently, in his old job, there was a man who I think was a catholic, and he went to see The Exorcist. He decided that The Exorcist was evil - in the sense of demonic - and that to watch the film or own a copy of the book was to invite the devil into your life.
"So," the man said, "as soon as I got home, I took my copy of the book, went out to the beach, walked all the way to the end of the pier and flung it as far as I could into the sea!"
So the comedian went out at lunchtime, bought another copy of the book, soaked it under the faucet and stuck it in this man's desk drawer.
I'm not a vindictive person, and I believe in respecting people's religions - but I laughed like a hyena when I heard that story!
When I was in IT at the police department, I had a thing I liked to do that was funny...to me anyway...if I was working on an MDT in one of the patrol units and it was a rookie, I'd turn on the narrator function and switch the language to French, it sounded cool. Every time they hit a key it would scream at them in a foreign language. It made for some interesting calls back to my office, especially if they were trying to work on an accident report and it was yelling at them in French...I'd also act like I had no idea what they were doing wrong and that they may have contracted a "virus"..lol
This reminds me of a story I have heard a comedian tell in a couple of interviews now. Unfortunately I can't remember the name of the person, which is a shame because the story is a beaut! Apparently, in his old job, there was a man who I think was a catholic, and he went to see The Exorcist. He decided that The Exorcist was evil - in the sense of demonic - and that to watch the film or own a copy of the book was to invite the devil into your life.
"So," the man said, "as soon as I got home, I took my copy of the book, went out to the beach, walked all the way to the end of the pier and flung it as far as I could into the sea!"
So the comedian went out at lunchtime, bought another copy of the book, soaked it under the faucet and stuck it in this man's desk drawer.
I'm not a vindictive person, and I believe in respecting people's religions - but I laughed like a hyena when I heard that story!
I love this joke! Okay, so here's another oddball I worked with (your story reminded me of her).
I used to work with this girl who was a real hard-core vegan. Now, lemme just say I have nothing against vegans (my niece is one and I love to tease her about it), but I do have a problem if you believe in something strong enough to the point of wanting to force your ideology down my throat, be it religion, politics, even music or art; I just don't put up with that.
Anyhow, this co-worker always annoyed the heck out of everyone with her vegan beliefs, haranguing people about what they ate, etc. You'd be eating your lunch and she'd make it her business to very rudely come up to your face and start lecturing you. Now, lemme just say that when I'm eating, that is not the time to launch into a condescending lecture with me. So one day a few of us decided to car-pool and go out to get lunch. I asked my co-worker if she'd like to get something and she said yes. However, that day everyone decided they were in the mood for KFC. My co-worker made a point tell me that she only wanted some fries, so I said no problem. Then she grabbed my arm and said to make sure I don't "put it in the same bag with the meat." I said what's the big deal - the fries would be packaged in its own bag, which gets tossed in the one big bag with all the other meals. Still squeezing my arm, she insisted that I put it in a separate bag. Rather than try to convince her that dead fried chicken doesn't have some sort of evil osmosis agenda to molest a pack of fries through several layers of plastic and cardboard, I said no problem.
So we get lunch and come back to the office. Apparently deciding she could push her luck even further, she asks me to put her fries on a plate and bring it for her. Of course, me being me and recognising when God knocks, I said you betcha! So I take her fries out, lay it nicely on a plate, then take out the greasiest piece of KFC I could find and started rubbing it all over her fries. It was covered with flakes of dead fried chicken skin, which I told her was there new seasoning.
Anyway later in the evening as I'm on my way out she tells me "Steffen, when next you're going for lunch at that KFC, can you please let me know? Those fries were the best I've ever tasted!"
And yes, I know what I did was childish and mean. I regret nothing.
I love this joke! Okay, so here's another oddball I worked with (your story reminded me of her).
I used to work with this girl who was a real hard-core vegan. Now, lemme just say I have nothing against vegans (my niece is one and I love to tease her about it), but I do have a problem if you believe in something strong enough to the point of wanting to force your ideology down my throat, be it religion, politics, even music or art; I just don't put up with that.
Anyhow, this co-worker always annoyed the heck out of everyone with her vegan beliefs, haranguing people about what they ate, etc. You'd be eating your lunch and she'd make it her business to very rudely come up to your face and start lecturing you. Now, lemme just say that when I'm eating, that is not the time to launch into a condescending lecture with me. So one day a few of us decided to car-pool and go out to get lunch. I asked my co-worker if she'd like to get something and she said yes. However, that day everyone decided they were in the mood for KFC. My co-worker made a point tell me that she only wanted some fries, so I said no problem. Then she grabbed my arm and said to make sure I don't "put it in the same bag with the meat." I said what's the big deal - the fries would be packaged in its own bag, which gets tossed in the one big bag with all the other meals. Still squeezing my arm, she insisted that I put it in a separate bag. Rather than try to convince her that dead fried chicken doesn't have some sort of evil osmosis agenda to molest a pack of fries through several layers of plastic and cardboard, I said no problem.
So we get lunch and come back to the office. Apparently deciding she could push her luck even further, she asks me to put her fries on a plate and bring it for her. Of course, me being me and recognising when God knocks, I said you betcha! So I take her fries out, lay it nicely on a plate, then take out the greasiest piece of KFC I could find and started rubbing it all over her fries. It was covered with flakes of dead fried chicken skin, which I told her was there new seasoning.
Anyway later in the evening as I'm on my way out she tells me "Steffen, when next you're going for lunch at that KFC, can you please let me know? Those fries were the best I've ever tasted!"
And yes, I know what I did was childish and mean. I regret nothing.
Outstanding...lol
Some Vegans are so obnoxious. Next time she starts in on you, Steffen, tell her to go take a long look in the mirror at her teeth. Canines. Yep, they're called canines. Whether you believe in evolution or Intelligent Design they are there for a reason...to tear and rip meat. Period.I love this joke! Okay, so here's another oddball I worked with (your story reminded me of her).
I used to work with this girl who was a real hard-core vegan. Now, lemme just say I have nothing against vegans (my niece is one and I love to tease her about it), but I do have a problem if you believe in something strong enough to the point of wanting to force your ideology down my throat, be it religion, politics, even music or art; I just don't put up with that.
Anyhow, this co-worker always annoyed the heck out of everyone with her vegan beliefs, haranguing people about what they ate, etc. You'd be eating your lunch and she'd make it her business to very rudely come up to your face and start lecturing you. Now, lemme just say that when I'm eating, that is not the time to launch into a condescending lecture with me. So one day a few of us decided to car-pool and go out to get lunch. I asked my co-worker if she'd like to get something and she said yes. However, that day everyone decided they were in the mood for KFC. My co-worker made a point tell me that she only wanted some fries, so I said no problem. Then she grabbed my arm and said to make sure I don't "put it in the same bag with the meat." I said what's the big deal - the fries would be packaged in its own bag, which gets tossed in the one big bag with all the other meals. Still squeezing my arm, she insisted that I put it in a separate bag. Rather than try to convince her that dead fried chicken doesn't have some sort of evil osmosis agenda to molest a pack of fries through several layers of plastic and cardboard, I said no problem.
So we get lunch and come back to the office. Apparently deciding she could push her luck even further, she asks me to put her fries on a plate and bring it for her. Of course, me being me and recognising when God knocks, I said you betcha! So I take her fries out, lay it nicely on a plate, then take out the greasiest piece of KFC I could find and started rubbing it all over her fries. It was covered with flakes of dead fried chicken skin, which I told her was there new seasoning.
Anyway later in the evening as I'm on my way out she tells me "Steffen, when next you're going for lunch at that KFC, can you please let me know? Those fries were the best I've ever tasted!"
And yes, I know what I did was childish and mean. I regret nothing.
But I laughed my butt off at what you did...
I knew a guy that got the sack from a job we worked at and he told me he was going to get back at the boss. I told him not to do anything stupid so he might end up in trouble with the law, but he told me he wouldn't. So he waited for the day his boss got married. He did a **** in a brown paper bag and somehow on his ex-bosses wedding day got the bag to land on the guy's head.