[ARCHIVED THREAD] - WTFs from work (Page 1 of 4)
Posted: 2/22/2011 1:25:13 AM EDT
Had a guy pay a woman to rub his junk in the break room 
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We closed down a facility 100 miles away because they couldn't make $. They shipped all management up to our facility to take over. They all carpool in company supercrew trucks, work 4-5 hours and drive home making twice what we all make.
On nights when they feel like getting away from the wives, they get hotel rooms nearby and go out to lavish dinners (2-3 times a week). Sometimes they do it just because they can. This costs thousands. These are not suit and tie jobs either, this is construction of precast concrete. The rest of us managers got our pay and bennies cut, and they want us to come up with ways to cut another 4%
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We closed down a facility 100 miles away because they couldn't make $. They shipped all management up to our facility to take over. They all carpool in company supercrew trucks, work 4-5 hours and drive home making twice what we all make. On nights when they feel like getting away from the wives, they get hotel rooms nearby and go out to lavish dinners (2-3 times a week). Sometimes they do it just because they can. This costs thousands. These are not suit and tie jobs either, this is construction of precast concrete. The rest of us managers got our pay and bennies cut, and they want us to come up with ways to cut another 4% Ive worked a few places like that. |
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We closed down a facility 100 miles away because they couldn't make $. They shipped all management up to our facility to take over. They all carpool in company supercrew trucks, work 4-5 hours and drive home making twice what we all make. On nights when they feel like getting away from the wives, they get hotel rooms nearby and go out to lavish dinners (2-3 times a week). Sometimes they do it just because they can. This costs thousands. These are not suit and tie jobs either, this is construction of precast concrete. The rest of us managers got our pay and bennies cut, and they want us to come up with ways to cut another 4% Obvious solution is obvious 
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and werent my business to ask.
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Tales of a teenager in the fast food industry:
I was about 17 at the time and an assistant store manager at a local fast food restaurant. 1. Walked into the freezer to get more fries and 2 of the crew members were screwing on the boxes of fries. I simply told them to Finnish up quick as we were getting killed out there. 2. Same job as above: Walked into the break room to find a crew member doing lines on the counter. I walked out and got the store manager and he walked in and simply said damn it I told you to stop doing that get back to work! 3.Convertible full of inebriated chicks comes through the drive through just before closing asking for free food. I tell them no and to get out of the drive through. They suggest that they would be willing to strip and put on a "show" for free food. Being 18 this has me interested to say the least. So the top of the car comes down and theirs come off and they start at it. By then there is a crowd at the window. By the time they were done they all looked like glazed doughnuts. I asked them what they wanted had it made up fresh and handed them what they came for. 4. Butterscotch schnapps in the shake machine make for yummy shakes after closing. No one would ever get fired as the manager would say "they will quit in a few weeks anyway". |
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Tales of a teenager in the fast food industry: I was about 17 at the time and an assistant store manager at a local fast food restaurant. 1. Walked into the freezer to get more fries and 2 of the crew members were screwing on the boxes of fries. I simply told them to Finnish up quick as we were getting killed out there. 2. Same job as above: Walked into the break room to find a crew member doing lines on the counter. I walked out and got the store manager and he walked in and simply said damn it I told you to stop doing that get back to work! 3.Convertible full of inebriated chicks comes through the drive through just before closing asking for free food. I tell them no and to get out of the drive through. They suggest that they would be willing to strip and put on a "show" for free food. Being 18 this has me interested to say the least. So the top of the car comes down and theirs come off and they start at it. By then there is a crowd at the window. By the time they were done they all looked like glazed doughnuts. I asked them what they wanted had it made up fresh and handed them what they came for. 4. Butterscotch schnapps in the shake machine make for yummy shakes after closing. No one would ever get fired as the manager would say "they will quit in a few weeks anyway". Well this just got more interesting 
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Quoted: We closed down a facility 100 miles away because they couldn't make $. They shipped all management up to our facility to take over. They all carpool in company supercrew trucks, work 4-5 hours and drive home making twice what we all make. On nights when they feel like getting away from the wives, they get hotel rooms nearby and go out to lavish dinners (2-3 times a week). Sometimes they do it just because they can. This costs thousands. These are not suit and tie jobs either, this is construction of precast concrete. The rest of us managers got our pay and bennies cut, and they want us to come up with ways to cut another 4% Union? |
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Tales of a teenager in the fast food industry: I was about 17 at the time and an assistant store manager at a local fast food restaurant. 1. Walked into the freezer to get more fries and 2 of the crew members were screwing on the boxes of fries. I simply told them to Finnish up quick as we were getting killed out there. 2. Same job as above: Walked into the break room to find a crew member doing lines on the counter. I walked out and got the store manager and he walked in and simply said damn it I told you to stop doing that get back to work! 3.Convertible full of inebriated chicks comes through the drive through just before closing asking for free food. I tell them no and to get out of the drive through. They suggest that they would be willing to strip and put on a "show" for free food. Being 18 this has me interested to say the least. So the top of the car comes down and theirs come off and they start at it. By then there is a crowd at the window. By the time they were done they all looked like glazed doughnuts. I asked them what they wanted had it made up fresh and handed them what they came for. 4. Butterscotch schnapps in the shake machine make for yummy shakes after closing. No one would ever get fired as the manager would say "they will quit in a few weeks anyway". Well this just got more interesting I am jealous 
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Worked at Johnson Space Center for 4 years. One day I had to walk over to the building with the astronauts' offices so I could get one of them to sign off on a report I had written. The first thing I notice that was out of the ordinary when I entered the building was that it was brightly lit! I had come in a side door so I followed the sounds of elevator chimes to find the elevator lobby; the walls and floors were solid granite! Ride the elevator up to the fourth floor (inside of the elevator had granite too), and get buzzed in to the secure area with their offices: nice carpet, nice looking furniture, a whole wall of windows, and a huge conference room off to the side. I got directions to the office of the particular astronaut I needed to see. He wasn't in his office so I just stood there for a minute in awe of his office: he had a whole room to himself of about 12' x 15', 7 foot high window along a whole wall looking out onto Clear Lake, more light from the window than my work area had from all it's yellow fluorescent lighting combined, a nice desk that WASN'T government standard from the 1950's, and nice looking chairs. The single most striking thing was the silence... there was no noise at all standing in there. I had to strain to hear a phone ringing somewhere down the hall.
Since the guy I needed wasn't there, I left my report on his desk and walked back to my building. My building had linoleum floors badly in need of replacement: gouged, stained and discolored yellow. The whole building smelled like stale motor oil. I walked deeper into my building, until I reached the entrance to my interior windowless cube-farm, entered the code into the door, and walked back to my desk in a 12' x12' area I shared with 3 other guys with no privacy. The air handler that cooled the place sat 4 feet behind my head and hummed continuously for the 2 years straight that I sat in that desk. Always with me in my cube-farm was the noise of coworkers who had come to work sick coughing, talking on the phone, cutting their fingernails. Not only did the astronauts get paid to fly NASA's jets around, and get to ride the SPACE SHUTTLE to the SPACE STATION, but they got the nice offices too. Fuck. Guys like me should have had the nice offices. The astronauts were flying to orbit on our backs. I fucking hated that place. |
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Worked at Johnson Space Center for 4 years. One day I had to walk over to the building with the astronauts' offices so I could get one of them to sign off on a report I had written. The first thing I notice that was out of the ordinary when I entered the building was that it was brightly lit! I had come in a side door so I followed the sounds of elevator chimes to find the elevator lobby; the walls and floors were solid granite! Ride the elevator up to the fourth floor (inside of the elevator had granite too), and get buzzed in to the secure area with their offices: nice carpet, nice looking furniture, a whole wall of windows, and a huge conference room off to the side. I got directions to the office of the particular astronaut I needed to see. He wasn't in his office so I just stood there for a minute in awe of his office: he had a whole room to himself of about 12' x 15', 7 foot high window along a whole wall looking out onto Clear Lake, more light from the window than my work area had from all it's yellow fluorescent lighting combined, a nice desk that WASN'T government standard from the 1950's, and nice looking chairs. The single most striking thing was the silence... there was no noise at all standing in there. I had to strain to hear a phone ringing somewhere down the hall. Since the guy I needed wasn't there, I left my report on his desk and walked back to my building. My building had linoleum floors badly in need of replacement: gouged, stained and discolored yellow. The whole building smelled like stale motor oil. I walked deeper into my building, until I reached the entrance to my interior windowless cube-farm, entered the code into the door, and walked back to my desk in a 12' x12' area I shared with 3 other guys with no privacy. The air handler that cooled the place sat 4 feet behind my head and hummed continuously for the 2 years straight that I sat in that desk. Always with me in my cube-farm was the noise of coworkers who had come to work sick coughing, talking on the phone, cutting their fingernails. Not only did the astronauts get paid to fly NASA's jets around, and get to ride the SPACE SHUTTLE to the SPACE STATION, but they got the nice offices too. Fuck. Guys like me should have had the nice offices. The astronauts were flying to orbit on our backs. I fucking hated that place. Now you know why it pays to be the best of the best. 
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Tales of a teenager in the fast food industry: I was about 17 at the time and an assistant store manager at a local fast food restaurant. 1. Walked into the freezer to get more fries and 2 of the crew members were screwing on the boxes of fries. I simply told them to Finnish up quick as we were getting killed out there. 2. Same job as above: Walked into the break room to find a crew member doing lines on the counter. I walked out and got the store manager and he walked in and simply said damn it I told you to stop doing that get back to work! 3.Convertible full of inebriated chicks comes through the drive through just before closing asking for free food. I tell them no and to get out of the drive through. They suggest that they would be willing to strip and put on a "show" for free food. Being 18 this has me interested to say the least. So the top of the car comes down and theirs come off and they start at it. By then there is a crowd at the window. By the time they were done they all looked like glazed doughnuts. I asked them what they wanted had it made up fresh and handed them what they came for. 4. Butterscotch schnapps in the shake machine make for yummy shakes after closing. No one would ever get fired as the manager would say "they will quit in a few weeks anyway". My time in fast food was pure shit. Some titties would have made it a LOT better
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Quoted: Not only did the astronauts get paid to fly NASA's jets around, and get to ride the SPACE SHUTTLE to the SPACE STATION, but they got the nice offices too. Fuck. Guys like me should have had the nice offices. The astronauts were flying to orbit on our backs. I fucking hated that place. Let me guess, you wanted to be an astronaut when you were growing up but didn't make the grade? |
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Tales of a teenager in the fast food industry: I was about 17 at the time and an assistant store manager at a local fast food restaurant. 1. Walked into the freezer to get more fries and 2 of the crew members were screwing on the boxes of fries. I simply told them to Finnish up quick as we were getting killed out there. 2. Same job as above: Walked into the break room to find a crew member doing lines on the counter. I walked out and got the store manager and he walked in and simply said damn it I told you to stop doing that get back to work! 3.Convertible full of inebriated chicks comes through the drive through just before closing asking for free food. I tell them no and to get out of the drive through. They suggest that they would be willing to strip and put on a "show" for free food. Being 18 this has me interested to say the least. So the top of the car comes down and theirs come off and they start at it. By then there is a crowd at the window. By the time they were done they all looked like glazed doughnuts. I asked them what they wanted had it made up fresh and handed them what they came for. 4. Butterscotch schnapps in the shake machine make for yummy shakes after closing. No one would ever get fired as the manager would say "they will quit in a few weeks anyway". I spent my teen years working for a farrier, getting bitten and dodging falling horseshit... I think I missed out
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First job; waiter at a retirement home: Nearly losing my job over working too hard and making the rest of the staff look bad (nothing but lazy asses besides one other person).
Fast forward to the current job: Nearly losing my job for doing the same tasks in half the time of the other employees, even though the end result is the same if not better. |
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Not only did the astronauts get paid to fly NASA's jets around, and get to ride the SPACE SHUTTLE to the SPACE STATION, but they got the nice offices too. Fuck. Guys like me should have had the nice offices. The astronauts were flying to orbit on our backs. I fucking hated that place. Let me guess, you wanted to be an astronaut when you were growing up but didn't make the grade? Not when I was little, but for a time during college until the realization that the job is just that of a technician: they don't make choices, they just follow procedures to keep things running, or ask the ground how to repair them. Riding the shuttle and flying jets would be cool though. The reason I came to dislike the astronauts was that I had to work with them. They were a bunch of prima donnas with a 20 minute attention span. But 20 minutes worked out okay, since, when you could actually get one scheduled to be your test subject for an hour, they showed up late, took 3 bathroom breaks, and left early for lunch. And the American astronaut corps is no longer the best and brightest, or the cream of the crop. I've seen flight-assigned crew members (that is, people currently scheduled to fly a mission) make rookie mistakes over and over in my simulators. They don't pay enough to attract the best talent. The "WTF" of my original rant had more to do with how management selectively let parts of the space center go to rot. At one time we had a leak in our cieling that dripped every time it rained for over a year. The janitors would just leave a trash can in the hallway to catch it. Eventually someone put a sign on the can: "I believe that this nation should commit itself to achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the roof of this building, repairing this leaky roof, and returning him safely to the Earth. " |
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Quoted: The "WTF" of my original rant had more to do with how management selectively let parts of the space center go to rot. At one time we had a leak in our cieling that dripped every time it rained for over a year. The janitors would just leave a trash can in the hallway to catch it. Eventually someone put a sign on the can: "I believe that this nation should commit itself to achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the roof of this building, repairing this leaky roof, and returning him safely to the Earth. "  Ok, now that is funny.Sad to hear though that the current crop of astronauts can't fill the shoes of their predecessors.
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Not only did the astronauts get paid to fly NASA's jets around, and get to ride the SPACE SHUTTLE to the SPACE STATION, but they got the nice offices too. Fuck. Guys like me should have had the nice offices. The astronauts were flying to orbit on our backs. I fucking hated that place. Let me guess, you wanted to be an astronaut when you were growing up but didn't make the grade? Not when I was little, but for a time during college until the realization that the job is just that of a technician: they don't make choices, they just follow procedures to keep things running, or ask the ground how to repair them. Riding the shuttle and flying jets would be cool though. The reason I came to dislike the astronauts was that I had to work with them. They were a bunch of prima donnas with a 20 minute attention span. But 20 minutes worked out okay, since, when you could actually get one scheduled to be your test subject for an hour, they showed up late, took 3 bathroom breaks, and left early for lunch. And the American astronaut corps is no longer the best and brightest, or the cream of the crop. I've seen flight-assigned crew members (that is, people currently scheduled to fly a mission) make rookie mistakes over and over in my simulators. They don't pay enough to attract the best talent. The "WTF" of my original rant had more to do with how management selectively let parts of the space center go to rot. At one time we had a leak in our cieling that dripped every time it rained for over a year. The janitors would just leave a trash can in the hallway to catch it. Eventually someone put a sign on the can: "I believe that this nation should commit itself to achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the roof of this building, repairing this leaky roof, and returning him safely to the Earth. " If the shuttle does a main vehicle separation into a million fiery pieces, it is their ass that forever becomes part of the stratosphere, not yours. Additionally, many of these guys are/were combat vets who have earned the right to be a "prima dona." What was so spectacular about your 4 year college experience that you can cast judgement on others? |
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First job; waiter at a retirement home: Nearly losing my job over working too hard and making the rest of the staff look bad (nothing but lazy asses besides one other person). Fast forward to the current job: Nearly losing my job for doing the same tasks in half the time of the other employees, even though the end result is the same if not better. I ran into something similar when I worked nights housekeeping at a local hospital. We swept, mopped, cleaned, buffed floors etc....well I was 17 at the time and everyone else was a lot older and I would get my stuff done rather quickly and would get in trouble for being too fast. The job was done correctly and everything was clean but they didn't like the fact that I got done so much sooner than the old crew...
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I knew a girl who told me a "WTF work story".
When she was 17 she was a party girl. Her grades in school were outstanding (4.5GPA, AP classes, later a National Merit Scholar) so Mom and Dad couldn't punish her for that so they decided that she had to get a part time job hoping it would teach her some work ethic and give her less time for partying. She was heavily involved in school sports, activities, etc. so the only job available was a closing shift at a "Long Johns Silvers" three nights a week. She worked this job for two weeks, was tired of smelling like fried fish and was looking for a way to get herself fired. Anyway (to make a long story not so long) the Manager who was in his late 30s and married made her a proposition on the day she turned 18. If she would come in right after closing three nights a week and pose nude for him while he (you can guess what) he would pay her on the books for 24 hours/week for what amounted to ~2 hours of "work". She told me that he never touched her and that she never touched him. She would undress and jump up and down and bend over, etc but no physical contact. She confessed that the whole arrangement really turned her on and since she couldn't be home for the other 23 hours/week she was "working" it gave her more time to party with her friends. This went on for a few months before she graduated and moved off to college. She was not ashamed of this whole affair and actually kinda bragged about it. |
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I did my grad school admin residency in a hospital where:
The Administrator was a barely in the closet homosexual. The CFO's wife got tired of him bouncing her around and shot him three times with a .22 through a glass shower door. The first one got him dead center of his chest, but the door had slowed it down enough that it didn't get through his sternum. After that, I guess he was hopping around pretty good, because the next two were flesh wounds in either arm. I was walking across the parking lot with him to the main building for breakfast after he got back to work and he told me that he'd seen his wife the night before and they'd had a good talk. "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah, I asked her why she shot me?" "What'd she say?" "Because I deserved it." Not much I could say to that. There was some talk about taking up a collection for her to buy something with a little more pop, but nothing came of it. Most of us figured she was as deep in the mud as he was in the mire, having, as she did, a little trouble keeping her panties around her hips instead of her ankles while out about town. The director of the ER used to bring his RV to work so he could bang the ER head nurse at lunch. Sometimes he'd hang around after work and do the evening charge nurse at dinner time. I was having breakfast with the boys one morning. The Administrator asked him how he was doing, and he replied, "I don't know, I'm just tired all the time. I don't think it's the fucking three times a day; it's all the jerking off in between." I had no reason to think he was joking. I know that no one laughed. The director of Public Relations tended to come out of the men's room with his pants unzipped just a little more often than statistically probable. He'd hit on and/or groped every remotely human looking woman in the entire hospital, all three shifts. I finally told him - with my hand on the phone - that I'd do it with him, but only if his wife joined us. Not a risk - I knew her - you couldn't have pried her knees apart with the Jaws Of Life. The Director of Nursing hadn't, I suspect, been particularly pretty before she went through the windshield. The plastic surgeon did the best he could, but up close her face looked like a jigsaw puzzle. Not much in demand socially, she was also way more competent and intelligent than the group of clowns she worked with. Talk about a bitter woman. Had a spider monkey, whose name I don't recall, and an enormous cat named Magnolia Thunderpussy. She'd have had loyalty like a hound dog if a man could have gotten past that face and given her a chance. Sad. The Business Office manager shot herself in the head. Twice. With a revolver. It was double action revolver, but still... The director of Maintenance used to come up with little projects and studies to keep me occupied and away from the crazies. I'd stand on the other side of his desk going over plans and drawings while he looked down my blouse. I made sure those plans got a thorough going over and all my questions answered before I stood up straight again. He was married and had me by about thirty-five years, but he was a real sweetheart and I figured it was the least I could do. Jane |
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Worked at Johnson Space Center for 4 years. Not only did the astronauts get paid to fly NASA's jets around, and get to ride the SPACE SHUTTLE to the SPACE STATION, but they got the nice offices too. Fuck. Guys like me should have had the nice offices. The astronauts were flying to orbit on our backs. I fucking hated that place. I detect jealousy |
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All of the astronauts I have known were not combat pilots, they were test pilots. Very few go to Air War College and Test Pilot School. The one I flew with was a very good guy, but in general we referred to them as the "zipper suited sun gods". I'm not saying it"s not possible, but it is definetly the exception to the rule that they are combat vets.
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Not only did the astronauts get paid to fly NASA's jets around, and get to ride the SPACE SHUTTLE to the SPACE STATION, but they got the nice offices too. Fuck. Guys like me should have had the nice offices. The astronauts were flying to orbit on our backs. I fucking hated that place. Let me guess, you wanted to be an astronaut when you were growing up but didn't make the grade? Not when I was little, but for a time during college until the realization that the job is just that of a technician: they don't make choices, they just follow procedures to keep things running, or ask the ground how to repair them. Riding the shuttle and flying jets would be cool though. The reason I came to dislike the astronauts was that I had to work with them. They were a bunch of prima donnas with a 20 minute attention span. But 20 minutes worked out okay, since, when you could actually get one scheduled to be your test subject for an hour, they showed up late, took 3 bathroom breaks, and left early for lunch. And the American astronaut corps is no longer the best and brightest, or the cream of the crop. I've seen flight-assigned crew members (that is, people currently scheduled to fly a mission) make rookie mistakes over and over in my simulators. They don't pay enough to attract the best talent. The "WTF" of my original rant had more to do with how management selectively let parts of the space center go to rot. At one time we had a leak in our cieling that dripped every time it rained for over a year. The janitors would just leave a trash can in the hallway to catch it. Eventually someone put a sign on the can: "I believe that this nation should commit itself to achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the roof of this building, repairing this leaky roof, and returning him safely to the Earth. " If the shuttle does a main vehicle separation into a million fiery pieces, it is their ass that forever becomes part of the stratosphere, not yours. Additionally, many of these guys are/were combat vets who have earned the right to be a "prima dona." What was so spectacular about your 4 year college experience that you can cast judgement on others? |
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3.Convertible full of inebriated chicks comes through the drive through just before closing asking for free food. I tell them no and to get out of the drive through. They suggest that they would be willing to strip and put on a "show" for free food. Being 18 this has me interested to say the least. So the top of the car comes down and theirs come off and they start at it. By then there is a crowd at the window. By the time they were done they all looked like glazed doughnuts. I asked them what they wanted had it made up fresh and handed them what they came for. Knowing what you know now, would you have tried to hold out for a junk rub instead of a peep-show? |
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If the shuttle does a main vehicle separation into a million fiery pieces, it is their ass that forever becomes part of the stratosphere, not yours. Additionally, many of these guys are/were combat vets who have earned the right to be a "prima dona." What was so spectacular about your 4 year college experience that you can cast judgement on others? The majority of the astronaut corps isn't military, they're scientists. Of the ones that are military pilots, few are combat vets; they're almost all test pilot instructors. I can cast judgment on them because I had first hand experience working with them. How many astronauts do you know deeper than just, "hello" and a handshake? |
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If the shuttle does a main vehicle separation into a million fiery pieces, it is their ass that forever becomes part of the stratosphere, not yours. Additionally, many of these guys are/were combat vets who have earned the right to be a "prima dona." What was so spectacular about your 4 year college experience that you can cast judgement on others? The majority of the astronaut corps isn't military, they're scientists. Of the ones that are military pilots, few are combat vets; they're almost all test pilot instructors. I can cast judgment on them because I had first hand experience working with them. How many astronauts do you know deeper than just, "hello" and a handshake? +1 felrom. These guys may be hero's, but hero's can sure be assholes. Take Chuck Yeager. On the anniversary of breaking the sound barrier he came back to Edwards to break it again. The crew chief painted up a Glamorous Glennis on the side and was very proud to have her jet chosen. That was the problem. HER. Yeager wouldn't fly the jet with a female crew chief. She had to be replaced. She was very competent. And yes, I know Yeager was not an astronaut. Just giving an example of the "Best of the Best". |
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We closed down a facility 100 miles away because they couldn't make $. They shipped all management up to our facility to take over. They all carpool in company supercrew trucks, work 4-5 hours and drive home making twice what we all make. On nights when they feel like getting away from the wives, they get hotel rooms nearby and go out to lavish dinners (2-3 times a week). Sometimes they do it just because they can. This costs thousands. These are not suit and tie jobs either, this is construction of precast concrete. The rest of us managers got our pay and bennies cut, and they want us to come up with ways to cut another 4% Sounds like the managment team was the reason the other facility wasn't making money. 
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We closed down a facility 100 miles away because they couldn't make $. They shipped all management up to our facility to take over. They all carpool in company supercrew trucks, work 4-5 hours and drive home making twice what we all make. On nights when they feel like getting away from the wives, they get hotel rooms nearby and go out to lavish dinners (2-3 times a week). Sometimes they do it just because they can. This costs thousands. These are not suit and tie jobs either, this is construction of precast concrete. The rest of us managers got our pay and bennies cut, and they want us to come up with ways to cut another 4% That would make a great anonymous letter to the CEO/President. |
| Worked with a guy that lived down the road from me. We used to carpool, tell jokes, typical practical joke kinda things. We worked in a classified area that required a punch code and key card to enter. I saw him punching in and held the door. It was always frustrating when you had to re-punch. I waited about a second then opened the door for him from inside. As soon as the door was about an inch open, he yaked it open the rest of the way, screamed like William Wallace and kicked me dead in the jimmies. His first name was Willy. His last name became Kick me. |
| I used to work at Blockbuster a while back and other than the usual customers one that I dealt with stood out. It was a very large 'woman' named Robin Powers. Now I'm 6'7" and was eye level with this....Amazonian. Very manly in every way; her face, frame, hands, etc. So it turns out that Robin had forgotten her Blockbuster card and we couldn't look hers up at all. If we can't find the account on the computer we just use the customers drivers license to create a new account. The whole time (s)he is attempting to hit on me while I start the new account. I type in her drivers license number and something odd pops up, an old account started in Indiana under the name of........Robert Powers. I wrapped things up as quickly as possible without laughing and once she left all the cashiers knew something was off about her/him; needless to say we had a story time that shift. |
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OK here is another tale of a teenager at a fast food chain:
Lesson of the day: Think before you act Crew member was juggling some cloth rags in the kitchen and screwing off a little when he missed one and it fell into the fryer.Without thinking he stuck his hand in the 375deg fryer up to the middle of his forearm to get the rag. Needless to say when it came back out it looked like a pork rind. So once again without thinking he ran to the freezer and stuck his arm to the inside of the -5 deg door where his liquid skin promptly froze. when the EMS guys pulled it off there was quite a bit of skin left on the door. OSHA had us closed down for a bit after that one. |
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3.Convertible full of inebriated chicks comes through the drive through just before closing asking for free food. I tell them no and to get out of the drive through. They suggest that they would be willing to strip and put on a "show" for free food. Being 18 this has me interested to say the least. So the top of the car comes down and theirs come off and they start at it. By then there is a crowd at the window. By the time they were done they all looked like glazed doughnuts. I asked them what they wanted had it made up fresh and handed them what they came for. Knowing what you know now, would you have tried to hold out for a junk rub instead of a peep-show? yes yes I would. |
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Quoted: jane, i have some stuff i'd like to look over with you....The director of Maintenance used to come up with little projects and studies to keep me occupied and away from the crazies. I'd stand on the other side of his desk going over plans and drawings while he looked down my blouse. I made sure those plans got a thorough going over and all my questions answered before I stood up straight again. He was married and had me by about thirty-five years, but he was a real sweetheart and I figured it was the least I could do. Jane    |
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The black guy and the hispanic guy return in the furniture delivery truck after a minor accident with a telephone pole ruins the bumper on the truck. The story to management went like this - the black guy describes with wild gesticulations how a wasp flew into the open window as they drove down the road and right into his open fly. As he beat his crotch in panic, he veered off the road and lost control. The hispanic guy confirms the story. Management: What was your fly doing down with another man in the cab? Black guy quit a few days later due to inability to deal with all the jokes. Moral - When you're going to lie, it's good thinking to have your story straight, but make sure it's a plausible one. |
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The "WTF" of my original rant had more to do with how management selectively let parts of the space center go to rot. At one time we had a leak in our cieling that dripped every time it rained for over a year. The janitors would just leave a trash can in the hallway to catch it. Eventually someone put a sign on the can: "I believe that this nation should commit itself to achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the roof of this building, repairing this leaky roof, and returning him safely to the Earth. " Ok, now that is funny. Sad to hear though that the current crop of astronauts can't fill the shoes of their predecessors. Remember that female astronaut that drove half way across the country diapers......... |
