People Disclose Their Workplace Horror Stories

Probably, the majority of employees have their own stories to tell. It could be good, wholesome, or a nightmare. 

Imagine yourself having the worst day of your life, you might want to check these people’s real-life stories and see how they deal with their workplace nightmares.

If you are having a bad day, just check these stories out!

1. Deceptive Resignation Tale

A teacher at our school was constantly being reported by her assistant for grossly and absurdly exaggerated offenses because the assistant didn't like the teacher she'd been assigned to this year.   

The teacher is new to our school. The assistant is related to a high-up administrator and has already been moved several times.  

The administration kept writing her up (the teacher), despite her protests that the complaints were absurd, and kept requesting this assistant be switched with another. 

The teacher finally had enough and quit. Admin spreads around the rumor that the teacher had to leave her job for "mental health reasons". 

True story.

Thecountessofdevon 

One co-worker had a bunch of cash stolen from her purse. Everyone knows who did it. Not only was she the only one not in attendance at a meeting when the money went missing, but she suddenly started avoiding my co-worker when they had been friends before that.

Also, she would have to know exactly where the purse was stored in order to sneak in and back before being noticed.

Now no one in the office is talking to the alleged thief. That’s our version of office justice since management can’t fire her without more proof.

IrianJaya 

Yeah, when my mom was in nursing school she was in a dorm with another girl that she considered a friend. Random stuff and money from my moms kept going missing, never a huge amount but enough that it was a pain.

She had a feeling it was the roommate, but since they lived in a dorm and the girls were always in and out of each other's rooms all the time it was hard to tell.

So my mom kept talking to her friend about how she had barely any money left for the month, and that so long as she had 5 pounds she'd survive.   

Kept saying for days "So long as I have 5 pounds I'll survive, without it, I'll be starving for the whole month and I won't know what to do" she only said it to her roommate, no one else. 

Then, she left her purse on her bed with about 20 pounds of notes. 

Came back. 

And would you look at that? 

All gone, except for exactly 5 pounds.

Gooperchickenface

Ran into a lot of Brendas when I worked HVAC in college.

I came up with a solution the company still uses today, which makes them a very popular firm in our region for office settings and their HVAC needs:

I installed a new thermostat in the open-floor plan office put it under a plastic lockbox and gave Brenda the key, telling her she is now in charge of the thermostat for the whole office.

But the thermostat isn't hooked up to anything, so she can get her rocks off over having ultimate authority over everyone's comfort while not actually impacting anything.

The actual thermostat is inside the manager's office, which is just a temperature sensor hidden away on a post somewhere in the larger officer.

Saved the company tons of money on their climate control bills because they don't have people turning the systems on and off and up and down all day.

Clarck_Kent 

Well, I am pretty sure my CEO has been stealing money from our company.

I am a textile designer and we have factories in India and China. No one wants to ship our product because they haven't been paid, personally, I haven't gotten a raise in 3yrs. All the while the CEO is driving a Bently and just purchased a new $2+million dollar home.

He is constantly getting angry calls from our factories to whom he owes millions of dollars (7mil to one in particular) and I am pretty sure if he went to China he would be legally detained bc of how much he owes people. 

A lot of them fly to our office here in the States and wait for him for meetings, and he ducks out the back door like a coward. One day he even drove an old truck to work so no one would know he was there.

Hmmimthinking 

There are 2 teachers in the office who sit side by side with each other passively fighting over a computer. It's been this way for 6 months now. There are other computers and seats available but neither one will budge.

The way it works is one comes in first, he starts using the computer and when the second one comes in a bit after, he'll just sit right next to the first dude really close. 

The convo usually goes something like this:

Teacher 1: Are you done?

Teacher 2: No not yet...It might be a while

Teacher 1: Ah that’s cool....I've got time

Teacher 2: OK cool…

bosstrasized

I wasn't there that day when it happened, but heard some of the details. I may be off but here goes. 2 maintenance guys were up in a scissor lift working on an overhead indoor crane.

Someone on the floor grabbed the remote for the other crane and started to move it. One maintenance guy yelled 'duck' and ducked, the other turned to see what was happening and apparently was crushed between the 2 cranes and then fell out of the lift. 

I don't know how true this is, but apparently, his insides were out and still alive for a short time. I got a call from my idiot team lead telling me work was crap down for at least the day, probably longer.

He didn't mention the guy dying, just mentioned it was awesome to have a long weekend.

Mat-tar 

Our young, African American, lesbian temp was just fired by her older, white, straight boss. It's causing some major backlash and racial division in our office.

However, he has hard, undeniable evidence that she was claiming overtime she didn't work and turning in fraudulent timecards. She was also taking overly long lunches and "forgetting" to register the time she'd taken off on her time card.   

Overall, she was working just over 1/2 the time she was actually getting paid for.

I'm one of the very few people in our office who know this, but I'm not allowed to say anything due to employee confidentiality rules - so I just have to sit back while her boss gets verbally pummeled by people who don't understand what's really going on.

ManiacallyReddit

OK, forgive my rant - but I am currently in Bizarre World here at a new job, and it is surreal.

After a five-month stint of unemployment, I finally landed a job at a company that does water and fire damage restoration work. Yay for me, right? Or so I thought. I was hired to do Collections, but at a lower wage than usual, but accepted the job because of their Bonus program that allows bonuses for making goals each month. I have been here only 3-weeks, and this is what has happened so far.

During my first week here, the Controller was walked out. Literally, walked out of the building by the President, with all her crap in a box. Wow. WTH? Everyone was suspiciously silent about it for days. 

I just put my head down and did my job. BUT - later found out that literally every single person in the office has been here less than a year, due to extreme turnover and mass firings by the President and his wife. In my department, the new "Supervisor" is 22 years old. Hmmm, ok. She has been here 8 weeks, has no degree, and seems as confused as I am.

In my second week, the Office Manager was fired. Didn't see it happen, but went down to talk to her about the Payroll, and her entire office had been cleaned out. I saw the President's wife who said, "It was something that had to be done". Ummm, what is that code for? 

So now there is no one here who has any experience, or education beyond a high school degree. We currently have no one handling payroll, commissions, bonuses, A/P or A/R. It is a BAD situation.

I figured that at least the President and/or his wife would step in to assist in the gaps we now have - but nope. Neither of them has any knowledge of the Quickbooks system that is being used, don’t know the passwords, what invoices are past due to vendors, etc...

A new Controller was hired this week, who was supposed to be trained by the President's wife, but was not. She called and said she was taking a vacation week, and asked me to train the new Controller. 

WHAT??? I have been here 3 weeks, I work in Collections, have no idea about your A/P or A/R or Payroll - AND I am supposed to be powering out the Collections to get a bonus for the end of this month, but we are being yanked to put out fires every day.

FINALLY, the phone will not stop ringing from vendors who haven't been paid in more than 3-4 months. The service Techs can't use their company credit cards because the account is frozen due to non-payment, so they can't even get gas for their trucks.

And the frosting on the cake?? It's been raining for a full day and night, and we came in today to a building that is leaking in four major spots. Water is bulging through the ceiling tiles and causing the tiles to crack and burst through. 

So, the WATER DAMAGE Restoration Company I work for, can't/won't even repair their own roof, and all day we have moved furniture and laid down plastic to protect our desks and files from being soaked.

I have spent the entire week online, pretending to work hard, as I desperately try to find a new job. I am pissed/sad/disappointed and mostly I am scared.

RedheadBanshee

I work for a very prominent doctor in my city, who has a solo practice. His wife is the practice manager. They hired a cute blonde RN in her early 30s (married) to work part-time. 

I work next to her and she tells me everything. The doctor proceeds to hit on her in person, via intraoffice instant messaging, and via text. 

The latter two methods caused the wife to take notice. 

Instead of apologizing for the extreme discomfort this caused the nurse, the wife progressively and passive-aggressively pushes her out of the practice by gradually reducing her hours, making her keep track of everything she does minute by minute, and generally making her work environment crappy. 

She's gone now. It worked.

 SynapseForest

We have been noticing small mysterious changes over the last month in our office. A square of brand-new carpet is being torn up and replaced in a hallway. 

The runner in front of the cafeteria disappeared and a few weeks later we got a brand new one. Parts of the hallways have been strangely roped off. We also just had security cameras installed in all of the walkways. 

The situation was finally brought up and discussed in a private meeting. 

An employee has been pooping randomly throughout the building during business hours. These have been rather large piles of poop that people have narrowly missed stepping in. 

This is a very professional workplace which makes this entire situation all the more perplexing. This person is still on the loose and it could be anyone.

Tl;Dr Our office is currently plagued with a mystery pooper.

Captainsandman

Was working a graveyard shift at a company (May have been ATT at the time) call center. There were TVs everywhere with movies on, as there weren’t many calls at midnight. 

Suddenly all of the TVs shift to a channel change, down to one of the paid porn channels. My coworkers and I spot this, and start chanting ‘click it click it’. The click goes through, and then the ‘do you accept the charges’ comes up.

We chant again and wonder of wonders it goes through. Suddenly there’s a full spread on every television in the call center. 

We spot two managers running full tilt across the cubicles, and shortly after it got shut off.

Apparently, the security guard thought the TV at his station was just for him.

FoomFries 

We had a new employee who used her pregnancy to get out of doing any work. She was only a few months pregnant, and every time she was told to do even a minimal amount of work she'd hold a napkin over her mouth, put on her best puppy dog eyes, and pretend to be nauseous.

  And it always happened after she was asked to do some work (and even then, it was always at half the capacity the rest of us had to do).  

I knew that she was faking illness to get out of work. Everyone at the office accused me of being "a hater" for daring to suggest that she was pretending. 

But then she went and told me straight up, "Every time they tell me to do work I just act like I'm sick! Hahaha!"

My Manager overheard her when she said this. She was given the option of quitting or being fired.

But what would I know? I'm just "a hater."

[deleted]

I work in a hostel in Amsterdam. It's a quick turnaround because we hire travelers who are passing through and we let them work for their beds, changing bed sheets and cleaning toilets. 

People usually stay for a couple of months. There's this new guy who everyone loves but I am growing more and more suspicious of him. 

Things keep going missing in the rooms that he cleans. Started off small. Earphones, sunglasses, hats. 

Last week 150 pounds was stolen and two days later he asked me the exchange rate for 150 pounds to euros. 

He also told me that he was traveling on his brother’s passport using a fake name and was kicked out of his parent's house for stealing. I don't know who to turn to.

 I like the guy but we can't have a thief working in the building. I've got lots of juicy stories we get some crazy characters coming through.

Alexeggbird

Long story. 

I worked in a nursing home kitchen for a month back in 2017, thankfully it was a temporary job as I was on summer break from university. There were so many things that were up with that place, and I kept on questioning my boss (the head cook) and the care home manager about many things. 

Firstly raw meat was stored on the top shelf in the fridge! So unhygienic.

Not to mention that some of the kitchen staff had very poor personal hygiene too. I once saw one of my colleagues drop a boiled egg on the floor. To my horror, he put it straight back on the plate and gave it to a resident!

That's before we even get to some of the carers. I knocked on residents' doors when I entered a resident's room. One of the senior carers pulled me up about that, but I told him to do one. Thankfully the head cook had my back about that. 

Once I noticed that one of the stair banisters was loose in the dementia unit, which many residents used, and mentioned it to the maintenance guys. When they didn't do anything, I went straight to the care home manager to demand that it got done.

She managed to turn the subject around from a health and safety issue to me losing my job if I didn't shut up and toe the line. I was just speechless.

Oh, and the activities coordinator was one of the most horrible people I'd ever met. She was in charge when the manager wasn't around, but she was even worse than the manager. She acted so nice to the residents and their families, but she treated all the carers and the kitchen staff like dog crap and used to go on frequent power trips.

I remember on one evening shift, one of the nurses was unhappy because she thought I had served dessert portions too small. No issue, I offered to fix it. The nurse wasn't having that and got the activities co-ordinator, and five minutes later she gave me an absolute dressing down in front of all my colleagues.

I must admit, I nearly walked out, but I didn't want to screw the guys in the kitchen over either as they were already short-staffed as it was. It was at that point that I decided, "I'm never coming back to this place once this shift is over".

The head cook texted me that evening after I'd finished work, and basically told me that whilst he liked me, I was not welcome back at all. Apparently, I'd pissed off the higher-ups for "talking back and being disrespectful". 

I had a feeling it was coming anyway though, and went back to university to complete my degree. Every time I have a bad day at my current job, I always think "At least I'm not at the nursing home".

Thankfully one of the kitchen staff who I had always got on with, quit his job not long after that and reported the nursing home to the council as an anonymous whistleblower. 

The council sent an inspector to the home and they noticed everything that was wrong. Apparently, the care home manager got a massive fine, yet somehow still kept her job. 

To my amusement though, she complains in the town's Facebook group about being short-staffed.

Thunderfart_99

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Ugh. Ok. I had this guy who was around 650 lbs come into the hospital via EHS. It took twelve people to move him onto a stretcher. He was coated in rotting flesh from his behind, groin, and thighs from sitting in a recliner for so long, and there were flies buzzing everywhere.

There were so many maggots and flies covering him that we had to shower him outside of the department while he lay on the stretcher.

We wheeled him into the trauma bay, leaving a trail of brown rot water behind him. Lucky me, I got assigned the job of placing a Foley catheter in him. I had two masks, a gown, and as much other PPE as I could find. The smell was not masked in the slightest.

As I tried to fight back my dry heaving, I pulled the blanket back that was covering him in an attempt to grab his penis for cleaning prior to catheter insertion. There were still maggots literally all over his groin and legs, and some were legitimately falling out of his penis hole.

I damn near threw up in my mask. I remember thinking to myself “omg, I’m going to be pushing maggots up into his bladder, but I gotta do what I gotta do”.

End result for all ye wondering, he passed away later that evening.

Nurse_malibu87 

At the time I was a teacher and the accusers were 2 students who I had taught several years prior but not that school year. As a result of their age, I was unable to press charges or sue.

I was told flat out by the union attorney that in cases exactly like this, the prosecutor would never take the case and that the families were so destitute that collecting any awarded money would be useless. 

I taught at a Title One, inner-city school where the kids came from nothing and whose families had nothing. These girls were on food stamps, public housing vouchers, free lunch, etc.

Afterward, my colleagues supported me wholeheartedly. 

I had taught at the school for 5 years at that point and was a mentor and veteran teacher - always earning the highest evaluations, mentoring early career teachers, writing curriculum for the district, facilitating professional development at work, etc. 

My colleagues were like “I can’t believe those witches would do something like that,” in the teacher's lounge.

As a result of that situation and the anxiety, and anger that stemmed from it, and after advice from a good therapist, I started looking for jobs outside of the classroom and landed a job in educational administration at the end of the school year. Haven’t taught since then. 

It’s weird - I always thought I would retire a badass teacher in my 60s, but it turns out that one crappy experience drove me out of the classroom for good.

328944

I worked at a supermarket for 6 years and I saw a few interesting things. This time when I was working nights for a couple of months I got to know the night team well. 

Generally sound guys but there were a few I’d keep my distance from. It became apparent to me one morning when I was washing my hands and saw something in the corner of my eye… a work shoe that contained human crap. 

After reporting this and there being some investigations into the phantom crappier, it happened again. This time a colleague of mine discovered it, having unfortunately put his shoe on before realizing the crap. 

On one other occasion, a colleague had finished using the toilet and then realized that there was a crap strategically balanced on the hook on the cubical door… 

Upon this being reported, it was realized that this person could be caught. CCTV. 

Once the security guard managed to narrow the footage down, the questioning began… However, nothing came from it and no one got caught. I know that when I left the job 10 months ago the culprit had neither owned up nor been caught.

Word got out about 3 people that it could’ve been but it just stopped being talked about and everyone moved on. Whether or not this person left, we will never know. 

All we know is that a man liked to crap into people's shoes and balance them on things.

_somethingisoff

Many years ago, I was a teacher at a very fancy, rich high school. The kind of place where politicians send their kids. Most of the students were either taken to and from school by chauffeurs or boarded.

During a sports event, one kid suddenly had a seizure. He wasn't concussed or anything; he'd just been sitting and watching at the time. There was a flurry of teachers variously keeping other children back, moving chairs out of the way so he didn't hit his head, calling an ambulance, first aid, all of that. 

Of course, once the immediate danger had passed and he was in the recovery position, his parents were called. Due to the emergency, their family's staff let the call go through to the father directly.

Teacher: Mr. Parent, this is the Son's Teacher at School. Your Son is okay now, but he's just had a seizure. An ambulance is--"

Father: No, he didn't.

Teacher: He... Um, sorry? I don't think I was clear. Your son had a seizure. He's recov--

Father: No, my son has never had a seizure. Good day.

And he hung up.

Talking to the poor boy later revealed that this had happened before. He was told it was dehydration or other such things. People don't usually remember much during seizures, so that helped convince him that it was minor, I suppose.

He was unaware of the twitching, vomiting, and lack of consciousness... He just remembered being with his friends one moment, then suddenly waking up with a huge headache.

Among the rich and wanna-be rich, parents will sometimes doctor-shop to get their children diagnosed with whatever as an attention-seeking, "aren't we unique?" sort of thing. But among the very rich and influential, it's kind of the reverse. 

They have incredible power and freedom but only if they fit into a certain image. Epilepsy is a health condition that is unacceptable. His father basically had decided that his son did not have any such disorder, and being rich and powerful, it's easy to "convince" others.

I still feel absolutely awful for that poor boy.

FrankSonata 

I was a freshman in college working for my school's facility department as a secretary.

At the start, everyone was praising Mr for how well I was doing and how much I was taking on. I had 2 superiors and 1 boss. 

One superior was threatened by me. She was older and didn't know much about technology, and there I was doing things she couldn't/wouldn't.

She started to give me tasks I would never be able to complete. Things I found out (on my last day when I quit) I should have never even worked on.  

She told lies about me to people, shamed me in front of others, and was just plain nasty to me (yelled at me for asking the head of maintenance a question).

I was asked the day I quit why I was quitting, I told it all.

She ended up being fired, as this wasn't her first time doing this to a student. Plus, she gave me documents I wasn't allowed to legally see.

 So... ya.

Zebra-eds-warrior

At my last coffee shop job, we were told to take out all of our trash cans (one in the lobby, one behind the counter, one by the coffee grinder, and one for each of the bathrooms) in a specific order. 

One night, I started to take out the bathroom trash cans, which I did first, but before I could replace them with new bags, I got a mini rush that lasted about 10-15 minutes. 

When I finished with them and went back to the bathrooms, I found out that someone had snuck in through our back customer door and thrown the used underwear that they'd crapped inside one of the trash cans. 

I never saw this person and had no idea who it was, even though my manager reviewed the CCTV (I trusted her way more to handle it than our bosses, so I'm gonna assume they did nothing to actually help).   

The smell was like nothing else I'd ever encountered in my life and when the person threw them in, they smeared the side of the can.

 My bosses didn't have any PPE (this was before COVID) that I could use to safely dispose of the situation so I had to go to the restaurant next door to ask them for gloves and something to cover my face.

I'm so grateful the shop was empty because my immediate reaction was to run to the lobby trash can and puke in it. One of the many reasons why that's a former job of mine.

Taeminsluckystar

This happened at my current retail job back when I was a teenager (4 years ago I think?). So you know those little metal circles scattered on the floors of public grocery stores? So those are drains that are directly connected to the sewage pipes.

One fateful summer afternoon I was managing the self-checkout area. It's pretty busy so I'm running around quite a bit. All of a sudden I smell something absolutely foul. 

I walked over to the walkway between the wall and the ends of the tills and on the floor I saw two of those drains bubbling up grey water. In a matter of minutes from tills 1-12 the entire walkway was completed FLOODED.

You'd think with such a biohazard we'd close the store up for the day, right? HA! 

The store manager grabbed this machine that cleans the floor (idk the technical term but I call it the cleaning Zamboni) and begins attempting to suck up the water.  

The janitorial staff came over and did their best with a mop and bucket.

All while this was happening, customers were just casually walking through these massive puddles of greywater.

Anytime I had to help customers on machines close to those puddles I held my breath because the front end was just so freaking rank.

It happened again twice on a smaller scale and then it hasn't happened since.

Easily the worst experience I've had working here (so far lol).

No-Dentist-7292

Worked in a large hospital back in the olden days of paper charts (mid 90's.) The records department was quite large, and there were shelves and shelves of them, like a huge library. Records were on the first floor, and there were outpatient clinics on the second floor. The hospital was multiple stories, maybe 10? This will be important later.

Some jackass kid was in a waiting room on the second floor while their parent had an appt, and they thought it would be funny to go into the bathroom and light some M-80s and flush them down the toilet. Now, one M-80 might have just stressed the pipe, but three of them were equivalent to almost a half stick of dynamite. 

The fireworks had hit the main stack before they blew, so 9 floors worth of feces/urine and liquid biological waste were let loose in the ceiling above... you guessed it... the medical records department.

The explosions triggered the fire alarms and some other kind of facility alarms, so we all ran out to the lobby. We could see through the wall-to-wall glass interior windows. There was literal poo soaking the drop ceiling, raining down onto the racks of records, soaking them, and the smell was godawful.

The best part - our department head ordered us back in with rolls of plastic sheeting and told us to "protect the records." We all looked at her like she was a crackhead. 

Eventually, some of the employees did go back in to help, but most of us noped out. A few days later our entire department was ordered to get Hep A shots and issued N-95 masks. 

Our office wasn't habitable for almost two weeks, and when we went back, we were told to clean our desktop surfaces and chairs ourselves with spray cleaner, and they had not yet shampooed our office carpets. About 2/3 of the staff quit on the spot. Most of the staff were older and riding out of this job until retirement, and they just placed out and put in their retirement papers early.

I felt bad for the patients, though. For some of them, that was a lifetime of their medical history destroyed. The hospital hired some biohazard remediation company to come in and photocopy whatever they could salvage, but most of the records were a total loss.

In anticipation of your questions: I'm no OSHA expert or plumber, but yes, I know they rinsed blood and pus down the drain from the surgical theatres. No, I don't know what happened to the kid, like if the hospital sued his parents or anything. 

Yes, I was one of the people who quit on the spot. We were planning to move in a few months to a different state, so I didn't really care about the job. 

Also, this was before HIPAA was a thing, so the secrecy of the records was not as intense.

chickenfightyourmom

Worked in a call center and there was this guy who printed stuff all day long even though there was nothing he needed to print- all the information he needed was online and he would have gotten disciplined for using printed materials.

One day I was getting a schedule off the printer for my boss and noticed that the guy had a stack of papers sitting there. I picked them up and brought them to him. He was incredibly flustered that I had picked them up, but I hadn't looked at them so I just continued on with my day.

A few weeks later, I was notified that this guy's desk needed to be cleaned out. I had no idea why, just needed to box everything up.

 After everyone left for the evening, I pulled out a bunch of boxes and sorted his personal effects into piles. 

And that's when I noticed a recurring theme. In addition to keeping his whole life on his desk (checkbooks, bills, photos, money, medical records, etc. ), all of the items he'd printed at work had to do with one thing: child sodomy. Thousands of pages.

I later learned that more than one coworker saw him looking this stuff up on his work computer. I don't know how he lasted so long there. He obviously wasn't trying to hide it.

There was another guy who was arrested for distributing child p@#n. Such a messed up place to work.

lavenderpenrose

Worked in the Frozen/Dairy section of a grocery store while in college. The boss of my department was the son of the owner of the whole grocery chain. 

Lucky me.

This guy clearly didn't have enough to keep him busy, so he liked to walk around the floor while we were all busy stocking shelves, dating products, etc. 

He loved to talk. And talk. And talk. He was really into stop-motion animation and had a studio set up in his basement. I learned all about his hobbies. In excruciating detail.

He would talk to you so much that he would slow you down. Because of this, a couple of times he would take me aside during the start of a shift and tell me that I wasn't stocking fast enough, or that my productivity was low...jerk.

Once I was scheduled for vacation and he called me to DEMAND that I be at work the next day, despite the fact that was 600 miles away.

Once I called in sick because I was vomiting. He said he would either see me in two hours, or I was fired.

It all ended when I requested two consecutive weekends off. The boss said ok, so I took off. Came back in the week between weekends to check the schedule and everything seemed cool. 

Came back after the second weekend and I wasn't scheduled to work any days that week so I went to talk to my boss.

He, very rudely (and strangely with a hint of anger and hostility), informed me, "If you can't work when I want you to, then you won't be working here at all."

I never handed in my apron (mwahaha!).

stephancypantsu

A little late to the party, but there's one thing I can't let go of. Happened about a year and a half ago. We'll call those involved Bob, Sue, and Veronica. 

They're all supervisors. Bob and Veronica are married, so they can't work in the same department. Sue begins an affair with Bob, who works in the same department she does.

Months go by with people in the department knowing, but Veronica not see it. She starts having suspicions and ends up finding out. Sue is a total witch about it.

Veronica ended up taking her life over it.

Bob and Sue still work there, but Bob was transferred to another department.

I hate Sue. She thinks no one remembers. I remember.

Murdertherain

Not really a horror story but I was using the grinder to clean up a sample part (I was a quality engineering intern at an automotive parts manufacturer)

I had my finger through the eye ring on the part to get better leverage, the quality tech (awesome dude to work with) came by and he said hey you don't wanna do that if the part yanks out of your hand you'll lose that finger. I listened, and a little bit later it yanked the part.

IDK if it did it hard enough to remove a finger completely but the dude definitely saved me from some damage.

Also a semi-frequent horror story of someone coming and saying hey we made a mistake and didn't notice until 700 parts later, only some parts are affected you'll have to check and sort them all. Not really a horror story for anyone but the quality guy who was trying to have a nice day

Honestly, though it's a wonderful place to work normally, I love it there and I'm going back for another internship soon.

Complete-Hat-5438

I was fresh out of high school and got hired at a local restaurant. The guy doing the review was one of the shift managers. It wasn't until I started that I saw a pattern. 

The guy only hired barely legal high schoolers or fresh out of high school girls. When I started there were about 10 of us newly hired. By the time I quit, there were 2 left. I only worked there for a few days.

First off, I was hired on for kitchen staff. Instead, I ended up working 3 different positions all at once including being a waitress. I was supposed to get paid kitchen staff pay but instead was paid waitress pay.

I didn't even get to keep the tips cause my "trainer" swooped in and stole them.

Second, the shift manager who hired me was extremely creepy. He felt the need to place his hand on my lower back or rub himself against me as he passed me even when there was plenty of room for him to walk by.

He was also very sexist. He would say creepy misogynistic things "jokingly" and wouldn't allow female staff to use the bathroom outside of their 5-minute singular break but would allow male staff to use it on the clock. His reasoning was women take too long. The singular break was also very illegal in the state I was working in. He would let the men take breaks whenever they pleased though.

Thirdly and most importantly, I got sick with pneumonia. Like I fainted in the walk-in freezer type of sick. I started coughing up blood, I was stubborn and wanted to finish out the day so I asked if I could do a job that didn't require me to work with the food or at the very least give me a mask if that wasn't possible so I didn't accidentally cough up blood in someone's food. 

He told me if I coughed up blood in someone's food to just make sure they didn't see it and "pick it out". That was the final straw. I also found out during that shift that the kitchen had black mold which is probably why I was sick.

I finished out my shift and then immediately went to the ER. I was kept for observation for 24 hours because the doctor wanted to give the medicine time to work before making a decision to make me inpatient or not since I made it very clear I didn't want to be inpatient unless absolutely needed. 

The shift manager called during that time and demanded I come to work. I wasn't on call yet he said he would fire me if I didn't come in even going as far as telling me to leave the hospital cause I was "fine" the day before. 

I had already decided I was going to quit since minimum wage (didn't know I wasn't even getting paid the wage I was told I was going to at the time) wasn't worth being harassed, groped, and knowingly possibly giving someone mold or germ-filled food. It was my secondary job anyhow I was just trying to build my savings quickly. I figured my health wasn't worth being able to afford to move out quickly.

I was released from the hospital with orders to stay on bedrest for the next week and to continue my medicine before going to my regular doctor to make sure everything cleared up. Before I head home though I swing by a store to buy a t-shirt since I still had my work one on before going to the restaurant. I walk in one of the owners happens to be there. 

The shift manager sees me and instantly comes over to yell at me. I slam my apron and shirt down in front of the owner saying "I quit, I'll be picking up my check tomorrow". The manager tries to say he fired me (he never started the paperwork so nope I quit) and that he's going to take the cleaning bill for the shirt/apron out of my check (he legally couldn't). 

The owner just stands by as this 40-something-year-old man gets in my face screaming and threatening me. I asked her if she knew what went on in her restaurant and the health code violations. She acknowledged them but said no one has complained about the food yet and the staff was easily replaced but they couldn't afford to replace a long-term manager (like he needed his ego inflated anymore).

I picked up my check the next day and immediately reported them to the local health department, city council, and state health department before I even left the parking lot. Also blasted them on social media with pictures I had taken of the mold and video evidence of the harassment I had taken after the "pick it out" comment.

 All the locals that kept their business afloat in the off-season for tourists were horrified about the state of the restaurant, news spread fast. With it being during the winter months with little to no tourists around they stayed empty until the public outcry for an investigation led to one. The place was shut down within a week and never reopened.

I don't feel bad about reporting them or getting them closed down. All the workers got hired on almost immediately at stores or restaurants close by so no one suffered from it outside of the owners who allowed this to happen. 

That one shift manager was hired on at a McDonald's but was fired shortly after for harassing coworkers and went as far as making sexist remarks towards one of the managers there.

He bounced around a few jobs but never kept one for long due to his attitude last I heard.

River_7890

A bit late, but here I go. It was 7:34 in the night, and I was sitting at the register. The shop was about to close, due to it being Christmas Eve. I was just about done with closing up, but I couldn’t actually leave, yet.

 I was sitting on my phone watching One Piece when I heard a knock on the door. I look, no one. That’s when I realize the knock came from the door that lead to the back, where all the extra food and other crap was. I immediately get this horrible feeling in my stomach, like someone lit it on fire. 

But, I have to check. I walk up to the door, open it, and check the room. It was your normal stock room, filled with crates of unopened stuff. I looked around but nothing. I walk back out and go to the counter. Then, I realized I didn’t lock it back. Footsteps ran out of the door and crashed into a shelf. 

I jumped and hid behind the counter. 

Thankfully, I had just closed up the place, but that meant I would have to make a B-line straight for the door. I don’t know what the hell’s going on, but I’m smart enough not to call 911 yet. That thing would’ve definitely heard me.

I peek my head, and It’s a tall, shaggy-haired man, about 6’9”, so he was hella tall. He has a white coat and black shirt on. He has white shorts, too. He’s on all fours and looks freaking possessed.   

He definitely had screws loose. 

I slowly reach for the gun under the counter of the register and pull out a Makarov from the bottom shelf. However, in a fit of jittery nervousness, I dropped it. He juts his head in a way you imagine a wolf does when it smells food, and he stands up and looks. I’m crapping my pants in fear, cause I’ve never shot a damn gun before this. 

My aim is gonna be useless. This guy looked stronger and faster than me. I was barely 17 and weighed 159 pounds. I wasn’t muscly, but I wasn’t fat, either. He came over saw me, and fight or flight took over and I chose a bit of both.

I basically body-slammed this dude, and he fell over. I gunned it for the door and locked it behind him. He was yelling and saying, “ I’LL F**KING KILL YOU, YOU WITCH! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!”, and started pounding.

I ran as fast as I could to the back of the building, locked the back doors, and gunned it to my car. I called the cops and told them what looked like Slenderman broke into the gas station and nearly put me on a shirt.

The cops came, I came back, and I got a rundown of what happened. He was a schizophrenic, Bipolar psycho who ended the life of his brother and his wife beat his nurse to a pulp, and managed to escape. 

He was wearing all white to blend in with the heavy snow, so he could not get caught. Where did he get the clothes? He bludgeoned two men to death to get the clothes and burned his hospital clothes. 

When they got there, he was laughing his ass off like Joker. But also crying.

Freaking crazy ass.

heeheewarrior_27

So about a year ago, I was working at an amusement park. I was a ride operator and on the ride I was working at it was a little boat ride. 

The “loading doc” had belts and those belts never stopped unless we stopped them if it were necessary. 

So this one day I was working a 9-5 shift and towards the end of my shift I was a loader I was loading people onto the ride and this man came up front with his infant wanting to ride but in the front before go in the queue line we had a measure stick the minimum height was 43 inches and it was visible like you could see it right before you enter the ride. 

I told him that his infant couldn’t ride since the child wasn’t the minimum height and he started cussing me out saying that this was a crappy place and that’s why wouldn’t they let the kid on the ride that he would be holding the kid but you need to drive the boat you can’t hold a kid and drive the child could easily fall in the water and we as workers can’t get in the water to save the kid for safety precautions.

The park didn’t want to be liable for any injuries that could happen to a guest if we did try to jump in the water and help them. Long story short I had to call the security office and have him escorted out of the park.

The next day I had a closing shift and we usually have to walk through the customer service area to leave the park we have a wall full of pictures of people who are banned from the park and he was on that wall it felt amazing knowing he wasn’t allowed in the park.

Cute-Consequence5073

I teach severely disabled special ed kids. Most of them have cognitive issues and can get aggressive. I had one psycho nonverbal autistic 6-year-old in my class for 60 days of evaluation. His parents were afraid to cut his nails and he would dig into my paras' arms until they bled.

He attacked me one day, first pulling chunks of hair out of my head. Then he started wailing on my head with his fists. My paras wrestled him out of the room and sat on him outside until help got there. He was a fat little fudger and strong.

Of course, while this was happening my other 11 kids were either screaming bloody murder or trying to Spider-Man crawl up two cabinets. I called our district office and half the administrators flew over to my school site to see how badly I'd been hurt. 

I ended up in the hospital that night with a concussion. I had to teach him literally the next day and every day until his 60 days were up. We don't suspend these kids and every child in the US is entitled to a Free Appropriate Public Education in the Least Restrictive Environment. Even though he never should have been in school.

After a few days, the witch school psychologist told me it was my fault for letting him back me into a corner. Not long after that, she was observing my class one day when he ran up to her and punched her in the tit really hard. 

She screamed bloody murder, started crying, and ran out to find the SPED director. 

My paras and I laughed our asses off.

Ok_Department5949

This drama is happening in my house, actually, and has been happening for a few months. I’m changing all the names but you get the idea.

My roommates Jack and Will were best friends. Jack used to date my friend Anna, whom he met through me, and my other roommate Will was dating this girl Lexi. Somewhere along the line, Jack and Lexi gained interest in each other and began an emotional (possibly more) affair until they eventually broke up with Anna and Will, respectively. 

They began seeing each other the next day. Jack and Lexi continued to hang out and canoodle in the house—even in common areas such as the living room. Will, who was handling the situation surprisingly well, considering that his best friend and his girlfriend ran off together, asked Jack to please not hang out here with her because he didn’t really want to see them together every day.

A couple of weeks pass and Jack and Lexi have not modified their behavior, but no problem, because Jack now realizes he’s made a huge mistake, and that he loves Anna. Anna tells him to screw off, and he tells Lexi that he can’t be with her because he loves Anna.

The dust settles, and Will and Jack are moving past their issues. A few more weeks pass, and one morning Will is making breakfast when Lexi stumbles into the kitchen from Jack’s room. So now Jack and Lexi are back together, Anna, who’s one of my best friends, won’t come to my house, and Will is looking for someone to take over his lease here.

I’ve just been sitting back and watching this crap like it’s a movie. 

Unreal.

hermionejean1

A mutual friend had been crying during lunch but nobody was close enough to him to find out what was going on. He's usually pretty reserved so we were pretty curious to know. Via another mutual friend, we found out that his parents have been fighting a lot and they're on the verge of divorce. 

That seems like a normal situation for a teenager to go through even though it really sucks, but somehow it got even worse. We were looking up his dad's name on Facebook and it was private but it showed his Instagram in the description. 

We went to his Instagram and he was making out with somebody in the profile picture and it obviously was not his mom. At the time his Instagram wasn't private and there was a guy tagged in most of the pictures. 

We went to the Instagram of the guy that was tagged and he was making out with the friend's dad in a majority of their pictures. We all went into shock and just started yelling. 

The guy was 19 and the friend's dad was AT LEAST 43 years old. He'd been cheating on the friend's mom with a teenager for at least a year. To make matters worse the dad had a history of getting drunk and being creepy to us younger guys while we were ~14. I'm fairly certain he moved to Brazil to live with his boyfriend.

This all unfolded around a year ago, but I needed to tell it because it's probably the most soap-opera-esque event that has ever happened close to me.

dlolb

This is actually Condo drama, but it gets juicy around here sometimes.

My neighbor called the cops on my roommate's boyfriend for working on his car in OUR garage. He was yelling in our faces and threatening to get us evicted because it's "illegal to work on your car in the garage". 

The cops came and said we were fine and my neighbor started yelling at them to do something. They were really nice and were even giving mechanical advice, lol.

So anyway, after the cops left our other friend left too and my neighbor tried to say that our friend hit him with his car!! I was like sir, we were all watching, you were trying to get in front of a moving vehicle, but he definitely did not hit you. 

So I tell him he needs to leave our property and he does. 

The next day he reported us to the association and left a note on our door calling us "mentally unfit" people and to stay away from him or he would call the police.

Anyway, we've lived next to each other for 3 years and we've never caused trouble. He notoriously harasses other neighbors over tedious drama. Also, this neighbor writes a blog of poetry about Donald Trump and never changes his TV. off of Fox News, the dude is seriously deranged. 

We also have reason to believe he sublets to people...because sometimes there are up to 4 people living in his two-bedroom condo and it's different people every few months or so.

So for now we're just avoiding him at all costs and I also put up a small camera in my garage, he has been in our garage without permission another time as well.

BananaButton5

So here's a tale from the university.

It all started the day after we freshmen moved in. While waiting for the elevator in my dorm, alone, as most freshmen who know nobody usually do, I met one of my first friends at school, a guy we'll call Greg. 

The reason why we were both on said elevator was to go to a BBQ required for all freshmen. Greg invited me to join him and his friends there, an offer which I graciously accepted. It wasn't until we arrived at the BBQ and sat down that I met Zoey. 

Zoey is an absolutely stunning girl, and Greg is obviously very defensive about her, so I assume that they are a "thing," and think nothing of it.

Fast forward one week, and I've hung out with this group every day since, and gotten to know them more and more, especially Zoey. Finally, not even a week after we met, I find myself alone with Zoey in her dorm room, and we end up making out for about an hour, but I know full well how much Greg likes her.

The two of us know how much our friend group's dynamics rely on not only us, but also Greg, as he was the one who brought all of us together, so we decided to keep things between us on the down low and continue as normally as possible.

Finally, after almost a month of doing this, we couldn't stand it anymore and Zoey and I decided to become official, something which immediately drove a spike right through our squad. Greg is the kind of person who hates taking no for an answer, so when he found out I "stole his girl," he decided to cut off all contact with me and her me, as well as forcing all of our friends to choose between him and us.  

This resulted in what can only be described as a schism throughout our hall, as most people in our group lived on the same floor as me and Greg. Just like that, a friend turned against a friend, roommate against a roommate. My roommate was one of the few people who chose Greg and moved out shortly thereafter.

In the month since this happened, Greg has been telling everyone who will listen that he slept with Zoey, but that didn't have the desired effect. In fact, instead of liking us less, most people started to see what an ass Greg really is, and have left him. Now he has almost no friends and claims that he'll drop out at semester. 

He blames me for both.

DaManDaMifDaLegend

I had been hired by a shop that turned out to be entirely owned and operated by devout Mormons. I knew there was a Mexican guy who worked upstairs (where I would be working) and another gal who didn't *look* Mormon, and I figured they wouldn't hire me if not being Mormon was an issue so when they offered me the job, I took it.

I worked typesetting and binding on the second floor of a large print and copy shop. Upstairs with me was Carl, the guy from Mexico who was the company accountant - really nice guy, Carl was, trying to convert to be a Mormon. Another typesetter, whose name escapes me now, operated the more complex of the two typesetting machines. And Danny/Keith who worked upstairs on the binding equipment and downstairs on the printing presses. And, of course, the owner's big glass-walled office took up about a quarter of the second floor.

I'd been working there several months, having fun with the non-Mormons, and the lapsed, Fridays after work at a local bar. We made a club of it, printed and laminated membership cards and all. 

Friday nights we'd drink a few beers, shoot some pool, maybe share some appetizers. Carl never joined us because he was trying to be a good Mormon-in-training - and he thought we should all be doing the same. No smoking. No alcohol. 

No caffeine.

One day, I noticed Carl, the accountant, glaring at me from his desk across the room. I mean, really glaring like I've run over his dog or something. He'd been eyeing me funny for a few days now, hardly speaking to me. I asked the other gal if she knew what his problem was, but she just shrugged.

Now, while I'm minding my own business, doing my work, the boss's wife comes up to my desk and asks me if I could please show her where the <some kind of paper> was in the storeroom and carry it back to her husband's office, so I got up and escorted into the storeroom. While I'm digging around in the back I can hear her moving stuff around, too, having a look herself - I presumed. Then, I hear the door click and a lock clack.

When I turned back around the owner and his wife were both standing there. She with some artifact in her hands, leaned against the closed door and clutched a big Bible to his chest. There was now a cleared-out space in the storeroom with one bare chair set in the middle. L (the man) gestured for me to take a seat while his wife, M, sat on a pile of paper boxes.  

I really had no clue what was happening, but there was no way in hell I was sitting in that chair. "Um..." I did walk up to the chair and hold onto it, putting it between me and them. But the door was behind *them* and there was no other way out. "What's going on here? 

Me: Did I do -

L: Carl told us what you do!

L thundered.

Me: Carl?

I gaped and nearly choked on a laugh. Squirrelly little Carl told them... anything... and they believed him?

Me: What, exactly, did Carl tell you?

I don't know if I'm curious or dismayed here, it all feels way too odd.

Now L and I are both standing defiantly, one at each end of the storeroom, arms crossed and glaring at one another. M started quietly talking, almost in a whisper.

M: Sometimes it starts with the music, or the drugs, movies -"

I was leaning closer to hear her words when "SATAN!" L thundered.

And I nearly pissed myself at the outburst, jumping back, startled, clutching my chest and hyperventilating. I'm certain this has got to be some sort of very weird Mormon prank, right? A hazing or something?

L: Carl said you were a devil worshiper.

I had to change that bit of left-field data around my head for several moments, but eventually, the lightbulb went off. There was a piece of jewelry I had worn the previous week. A "Christian Thor's Hammer" which, at a distance and to the untrained eye, looks just like an upside-down cross, the sign of the devil! Meek Carl had seen that and jumped to his own conclusions without bothering to ask me about it (as several other coworkers had).

Boy was I pissed. I also wanted to laugh my ass off, but mostly I was pissed.

Me: First of all, even if I *was* a devil worshiper, it wouldn't be any of Carl's business, or *your* business because we have freedom of religion in this country!

Me: But your necklace... are you..?

Me: Are you HOLDING ME HOSTAGE or can I get back to work right now? Because I'm pretty sure you can't ask me that question, and I'm pretty sure I don't have to answer it. 

Now, are you opening that door or do we have a bigger problem here?

RocMills

I got this secondhand, so not my drama, but juicy nonetheless.

After grading his first programming assignment of the semester, a professor teaching an undergrad CS course at the local university got a rather indignant email from a girl who had gotten a zero (because her code didn't compile) demanding to know why she had failed when her code had passed all of the test cases on her computer.

The professor looked into it and found that indeed most of her code was absolutely flawless. The problem that had made it fail to compile was a rather sloppily written section that was clearly very different from the rest of the program. A little bit of googling and he was able to find the part of her code that had worked on a homework help site.

He went back and took a look at some other students' work and found that a bunch of others had taken the same exact code off of the site. He also noticed some other bits of identical code that had clearly been copied and shared between some of the students, and by checking for programs that had those, found even more students who were cheating.

All told, he ended up finding between 20-30 students who had cheated on the assignment, all because one girl complained about the grade she got for a program she had cheated on. Last I talked to him, the professor was still swamped by paperwork for all the student conduct reports he was writing.

Pun-Master-General

This happened some years ago. I worked summers as a carpenter and we were building a residence complex at a local university. One day the local TV station showed up to do a feature piece on the job site. 

There were a few sketchy dudes in the mix (lots of weed and drinking on the job) and one of the worst just disappeared in the blink of an eye. 

Literally, he vanished. We all looked around and called out but he was nowhere to be found. We thought he may have fallen on a footing or injured himself and we looked for probably an hour. 

When the TV crew was gone we saw a head peek up out of a stack of roof trusses and there he was hiding like a rabbit. The guy was wanted. Never saw him again after that day.

Tbird1313

I worked at a photo print place for a couple of months over Christmas 2015. Small place, with only one employee, but she needed someone to work the floor, and till while she made photo gift products like pillowcases, phone cases, mouse mats, canvas prints, etc.

Turns out that his woman is computer illiterate. She can only do with it what she’s been shown over and over at her previous location, so that she doesn’t know what she’s changing when she changes the number in a certain box etc. Whenever a customer wants something a little more complicated, she either sends them to a store 25 minutes away or calls that store so they can help her over the phone.

I started working there and got the hang of it right away. I have a basic national diploma in graphic design, but it’s mainly because of my personal interests that I can work out their programs pretty quickly and already understand Photoshop. So she got me to do the photo gifts as well. 

Then I’m doing simple photo editing work. Then restoring old client photos. Then I built canvases and photo gift printing and even spent days at home on Photoshop making advertising and doing client graphic projects and stuff, all for minimum wage.

I don’t really care that I’m being underpaid, I’m pretty confident that they’re going to be giving me a permanent job. That other store she used to call for help - they started calling me for help in Photoshop, sometimes even on my days off.

Months later, I hear nothing, go in, and see that they have taken on a second person, older than me, who also doesn’t understand computers. I’m disappointed and wonder what I did wrong, but kind of feel defeated and don’t ask questions. But my mum had a friend who happened to use that 25 minutes away store and asked about me (I did one shift there too). 

Turns out that you’re supposed to pass some courses within the company to be allowed to do some of the stuff I was doing, for quality assurance, etc. Also with all that extra stuff I was doing, my boss was claiming all the commission from it to net herself a nice Christmas bonus.

They are all friends and she didn’t get in trouble, but if they kept me on and I found out, I could technically go above them to get back paid that commission, and then my boss would be in the crap for claiming it in the first place.

Felt kinda crappy. I haven’t been able to find a job since and kinda wonder if I’d still be working there if I’d played down my abilities for a while until I had my foot in the door.

sugar0coated

2 years ago I worked at a place I loved. I made beverages from coffee and coffee and we sold small bakery food items and lunch stuff.

I was obsessed with cleaning. Our rating was 99.9something and we were due for a health inspection any time. I wanted a maximum cleanliness rating. But I was just a lowly regular worker, not a manager or anything.

I closed up late one night favorite co-worker who was my manager. I see something flash across my freshly mopped floors out of the corner of my eye. I pull the fridge back (it is on wheels) and there is a MOUSE! It’s SO CUTE! But it needs to leave. It's just staring at me.

I call my manager over and we conspire about what to do. We decided to tell the store manager in the morning ( he was home for the day) and we went home.

Only next morning guess who showed up before our store manager? The HEALTH INSPECTOR! Luckily the mouse was still sleeping or whatever mice do when they are not under the fridge and he gave us our 100 rating! YAY! Even with the mouse.

Then the exterminator came and killed the mouse sprayed for bugs and set traps for more mice just in case.

TL:DR we had a mouse issue at a coffee shop and before it could be taken care of the health inspectors came, but they didn't notice. Then the problem was fixed. But don't always trust those ratings. The health inspectors just pop their heads in look around for like 2 min and leave.

ThornOfRoses

Well, there was a riot at my school today. Kind of.

We had an extended break for about an hour. No teachers in the yard at all because they had a conference. Just 250 kids. About 100 kids all fought each other. It was a mess. Some were bleeding some were crying. A few were sent home. Everyone was screaming.

We'll see how the story unfolds tomorrow when teachers and parents will be involved.

EDIT/UPDATE: Well some unanswered questions.

It's an average school with about 300 people. No special needs school lol. The ages are 10-18 because the school system is different here in Germany don't ask me.   

During all breaks, there's 1 teacher watching over the yard which is pretty big. No teachers on that day.

I also may have exaggerated. Yeah, 100 people or so fighting and the rest of the school shouting! But there were only 3 or 4 serious fights with punches and hurt people. Rest were just your typical 12 yr olds fighting like pussies trying to put each other on the ground and crap. It was still a mess. One kiddo bled out of his nose and mouth for 10 mins straight. A fatty fell on the ground and didn't move for 1 whole minute. 

I thought he died.

Prison Break Sona.

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We're all telling stories about the horrible drivers in our area due to an encounter I had yesterday on my commute home with a man who got out of his truck at a red light to stand in front of my car and yell at me that I needed to learn how to drive.

We're still trying to figure out what I did that enraged him enough to come flying up from behind me going at least 80 mph just to cut me off and slam on his brakes and start yelling and flicking me off. I, of course, had to slam on my brakes when he did this and I honked at him to let him know he was a jackass.

Apparently, honking at someone who's driving badly is a sin worse than murdering someone's family because he continued to keep cutting me off and slamming on his brakes for a good 5 miles. At one point, he pulled alongside me and started trying to force me off the road by driving closer and closer to the side of my car.

There was a guy following behind us, straddling the center line, (I think he might have had a dash cam and was making sure he got everything on camera, just in case) making sure that no one else got caught up in this guy's bullcrap.

It came to a head when we were stopped at a red light and he got out of his car to scream and yell that I was a witch who needed to learn how to drive. 

The guy who had been riding behind us also got out and told the guy to get back in his truck and leave me alone.

At work, we've come to the tenuous conclusion that the guy got pissed off when I merged into the exit lane. I pulled up beside him, and looked over to see if there was room to merge, and he accelerated and closed the gap so I couldn't get over. I saw that there was plenty of room in front of the car in front of him, so I sped up and merged. 

Even though another car did the exact same thing, just right behind me, I was the one who earned his wrath by apparently not being an obedient woman and getting in my place behind him when he wouldn't let me merge.

So, a lot of us women are telling stories about the men that we've pissed off while driving because we honk at them when they cut us off or try to change lanes into a spot where we already are. It's crazy how many of us have been followed because we pointed out someone's crappy driving.

Beaker90

I work in the mental health field. this is long-winded, but drama-heavy. hope you guys enjoy it.

So we have a senior manager who hired a lower-end manager about a year back. the person had absolutely not a single interesting thing about her on paper and her experience with management was pretty much managing waiters and waitresses at a local country/BBQ eatery. No college. No credentials. Just nothing. 

Of course, the senior manager is an idiot and thinks putting this person managing a day service program (an average of 100 ppl in attendance daily) would be an epic idea. this puts something like 20 staff under her command including janitorial staff and up to caseworkers with master's degrees. 

So this new manager went from telling fellow waitresses what to do to providing oversight for a mental health program. Ah yep. Worked about as well as you'd imagine it would.

Read on.

The girl starts working there and within weeks she's replaced several staff and hired new staff, one of which is a male (janitor) that she ends up screwing/fudging/bumping uglies with. 

She sends a text to another worker in the building (client worker too - so he also gets mental health treatment with us) asking about his dick size. this is extra LOLTASTIC because her boyfriend works at our agency as well, and the guy was on her boyfriend's caseload. Do you see any red flags yet? no? Let me keep going.

So word spreads about the program that the young pretty manager is asking clients for dick pics. Even though the manager has been there less than a year, this ends up being her THIRD investigation due to various serious ethical violations. DURING her investigation, she manages to break yet another client's confidentiality...yep, a HIPAA violation!

The program staff and clients are in literal chaos at this point. Staff are dropping like flies and attendance is in the gutter. There's about half the staff left as when she first started. Morale is not just down, it's nowhere to be found. Clients are unhappy with the services they're receiving and are literally revolting in the group rooms, demanding change. Within days, the investigation is concluded and she's fired.

Management covers up the investigation and shares that the manager is off to greener pastures and has accepted another job at another agency. Clients are angry and confused about how she was able to leave for better opportunities but are glad she's gone. The senior manager tearfully tells the day program that she will miss the manager and wishes her well, then introduces the new staff who is to take her place.

One month later, the senior manager refuses to admit any fault or wrongdoing and is best friends with her ex-manager. They Facebook together, go on play dates with their kiddos and loved ones, and overall are the best of friends. It's a lovely partnership and the senior manager is now helping her open up a drug rehab for men.

RatherBeRaving

I remember when I was a teaching assistant in the UK (I was like 20 doing a university thing) there was this one kid who was super freaky. All the kids were like 9-10

I’ll explain: He had naturally long, black hair that was always over his face (yeah I know cliché horror) and he would walk in the funniest ways. And no matter how the other kids treated him he always was just like “No I want to be alone” which I guess is alright but sometimes he would lunge at them to scare them off. He even bit on the kids once which obviously we had to phone home for. 

The parents sounded nice but anyway. He would just do weird things like dig quite large holes in the ground and make crosses and pentagrams (I’m guessing the devil ones?) in sticks. He would draw crazy drawings of himself hitting the other kids with sticks and making them bleed (but It was all like stick figure stuff). But you get the idea he was a pretty disturbing kid and was just kinda creepy.

Anyway, one day as I’m like locking up the classroom cupboards and cleaning up after the kids I see him in the corner of the ‘book nook’ if you will and it’s a few hours after home time so I’m panicking thinking “oh god he’s been left here” or “oh no his parents forgot him” I don’t know like the normal stuff you’d think if a kid was still at school when he’s meant to be home.

So I go over to him and I say “Hey name why are you still here? Did your parents not come to pick you up?” And he sort of didn’t answer just mumbled something and I say almost the same thing again. 

This time though he whips his head around revealing his eyes (which are red, yeah I know don’t believe me if you want) and they are big and wide. He looked like a psycho really. He had red paint all over his clothes (at first I thought was blood but of course later realized it wasn’t) and he smiled an awful smile before saying “Hello Mr. my name sorry about the mess” before he literally I sh*t you did not run out of there on all 4s. 

I was in utter shock for a moment and then I looked at the wall he had completely covered the very crevice of the wall in red paint and the rest of the corner was just stick men killing each other and “blood” going everywhere.

Yeah, I called the kid's parents and he got home fine (he lived literally next to the school) and I had to report this all to the headmaster of the school and he dealt with the kid. I’m not really sure what happened to him but yeah needless to say I didn’t go into teaching after all. 

It wasn’t a nice experience

Arlo1611

I used to work at a lil hipster restaurant in my city. Not the best area, not the worst area.

We were a really popular place, but very small and in an old building upstairs from the coffee shop. So there was always a long line of people down the stairs on weekends.

We just cleaned off a large table, and this random disheveled young guy just walks past everyone on the stairs and sits down at the table. 

So naturally we're like, uh. Can we freakin' help you?

He's obviously on some psychedelic, and just puts his hands up and says, "Let me draw you a graph." We're like, yeah, no thanks. Let's get you out of here.

Escort him out, and he's grabbing the paper and pen at the host stand and shouting, "Let me DRAW you a GRAAAaaaph!" while being dragged down the stairs

lilpastababy