These are 21 of the craziest stories you'll read about people's jobs and what they have to deal with sometimes. Be grateful you don't!
"At a gas station down the road last week a woman paid for 5 dollars in gas, left her ID on the counter saying she won't be needing it anymore, then went to the pump, soaked herself in gasoline, and lit herself on fire. 3 people rushed to her with extinguishers but she still died on the way to the hospital. One person was the clerk, the other two were electricians on their lunch break."
"I am a vet tech and I used to work at a Humane Society. We had a dog come in that was confiscated for being abused and had a horrible vaginal infection. The dog was spayed so it wasn't Pyometra (uterine infection dogs get if not spayed) and we didn't have x-ray so we weren't 100% sure what was wrong with it. I took it to the emergency clinic to get it x-rayed and just about passed out when I saw the film. The s---bag owners had shoved a vibrator up into the dogs vagina and just fucking left it there. We don't know how long it had been there but it took surgery and a lot of antibiotics to fix it. And wouldn't you know this was the absolute nicest dog ever. I want to kill people that abuse their animals."
"I was a vet tech too.
1) Had a dog - small mix breed (maybe Cairn Terrier) that had become old and incontinent so the owners shut it in a crate and left it for months (adding food and water somehow). It came in stuck to its crate - it was literally adhered to the shit and blanket scrap in the crate. Had to cut the crate and drag the dog out just to euthanize. Literally looked very much like Gollum. Eyes bulged, spine clearly visible, yellowed skin, almost entirely hairless except long strings of hair here and there. Bad urine scald. Scabs and bleeding from what we saw of the 'down' side.
2) Had a lady come in with her already dead dog. Small german shepard mix maybe. Left the room to get stuff for the cremation she wanted. Came back and she had a knife out and was cutting the legs off at the 'elbow.' She stopped and asked if that was okay. I said, uhh, sure. I guess. . . . and shut the door and left. Came back and had to bag up a dog with stumps.
3) Had a dog come in that had been given a collar as a puppy. Owners never thought to change it until they noticed discharge from the neck. Seemed like nice enough people. Kid was sad. Dog had to be put down. The collar had completely grown into the neck, rotted... and the dogs - well - essentially neck collapsed with infection and the loss of the structure when the collar rotted out. How in the ever living f--- they didn't notice? Dunno..."
"Worked in a computer repair shop.
Horrifically overweight woman comes in, barefoot, with weird growths everywhere on her feet and legs. She smelled like a chain-smoking garbage pit stuffed with moldy byproducts of history's worst yeast infection, and left greasy, stinking footprints everywhere she stepped. She was covered in sweat, and her clothes looked like they had been dragged behind a beat-up pickup truck, through miles of sewage on a dirt road.
She huffed and grunted, and deposited her tar-stained computer on the counter. She left her information and left.
It took three hours and a full can of air freshener to get rid of the smell. We sealed her computer up in a trashbag until we held a lottery to see who had the misfortune of working on it.
I did not have the misfortune.
My coworker called me over to look at it a few hours later. Inside was a full nest of roaches, along with black dust and cigarette tar that was so thick it could qualify as a textile. The case of the computer was melted in about twenty spots where she had left cigarettes burning on it, and they had burned down to the filter, charring a 1/4 or so inch think black, melty line into the plastic.
The whole thing smelled like an EPA superfund site.
He donned rubber gloves and a respirator (we did in-drywall work sometimes, so we had them for safety reasons) and went to work.
Once he got the computer up and running, he booted into windows.
Her desktop background. Oh dear god. It was a self-nude in a house that looked like it was from a REALLY bad episode of hoarders.
He threw up, and I nearly did.
She came to pick up her computer. He had to take it out to her. I could see him trying his absolute best not to picture it, and failing.
He carried her computer out to the car, which he described as being completely covered in brown stains and old fast food wrappers, and smelled like an ashtray's asshole. Her f'ing CAR had roaches. He came in and threw up again.
Now, I'm not the type to pass judgement on other people (yes I am), but seriously, f--- this type of person.
Jesus Christ. I'm nauseated just thinking about it."
"Ive worked at a few theme parks doing shows. You know everything from your typical parade to more exciting things like sea lion shows and stunt extravaganzas.
So my friend was playing the riddler in a batman water stunt show at Six Flags. In the front row there was a mentally handicapped adult with his mother who was really into the show, you couldn't ask for a better audience member. He cheered for batman, oohed and awed at the explosions and booed the riddler and his goons.
At the end of the show as with most theme park attractions it is customary to do a meet and greet where the cast members shake hands with the public.
The kid was just thrilled to meet batman who was at the front of the line of characters to meet. He took a few pictures and moved down the line. My friend the riddler was at the end of the cue by the exit.
The beefy beast of a kid takes one look at the riddler and shouts in all his speech impeded glory, "YOU LEAVE BATMAN ALONE!" and proceeds to lay a mind blowing haymaker on my buddy who I knocked out cold and falls into the pool.
He is rescued and fine, the mother was super apologetic but my friend simply said with the class of a true gent, "hey as an actor I know I did my job and I appreciate the feedback.""
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"When I was in the Navy, I worked in nuclear power. We'd shut down and cooled down the power plant, and I was going in, along with two others, to do a routine inspection of some enclosures and stuff.
We pop open this one enclosure, and my friend freaks the fuck out, he's backing away just gibbering.
I rush over, thinking something's horribly wrong, to see what he had discovered only to have my own, similar, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit response.
There was a gigantic (maybe 2-3" across) spider living inside the enclosure. That's bad enough, but that's not what freaked us out.
Either because of the darkness in there (no lights for months), or because of the radiation (which is my preferred reason), the spider was white and completely translucent.
I'm not sure if it was alive or dead, I just gtfo.
My friends and I bet/dared one another to go see if we could become spider-man - no one took the bet up."
"It was the matinee hours during a very slow week day while working at the movies. A rather overweight woman comes hobbling in with her husband. Actually no; a morbidly obese lady. Anyways, they go to see the movie Battleship. About halfway through, I see her exit the theater, walking as fast as her fat legs can move her straight to her car. My co-worker and I find this slightly precarious. We decide to exit and sneak around stealthily to watch what she was up to without her husband. BAD IDEA. She began disrobing - I kid you not and it was a struggle inside a car for a woman her size. Once completely naked, she got out of the car, layers flapping and all. She proceeded to perform the f'ing rain dance. In the middle of the parking lot. My friend and I were petrified yet laughing our a--es off. We ran back in without her noticing and got her husband who was in the main area looking for his wife. We told him she was out there and all that we saw.
His exact words were, "Oh dear god not again.""
"I convert old 16mm films to dv tapes, and while working with the film, the overhead lights have to be off in the room (I work with a very dim, red light). This room contains two computers and has a a giant cabinet in the middle of the room that separates where I work from everybody else.
When I work in this room, which is not often, my boss wants me to lock the door and put a "do not come in" sign on the office door. I always put the sign on the door, but rarely lock it, since I feel like it looks incredibly sketchy to be alone in a very dark room with computers.
Well, one day when I was assigned to the room around lunch time, I hear someone open the door, and I was expecting my boss to come talk to me about some random shit. After a few minutes of nothing happening, I figured the person must have opened the door, realized that they were not supposed to be in there, and left. Well, that wasn't the case.
After a few moments, I started to hear this awkward breathing that sounded like a laugh. I thought that one of the idiot student workers were fartin' around on the computers. Since I am not the most controversial guy, I rolled my chair back from my work station to see who was in the room and tried to passive-aggressively hint that they needed to get out of there. As I was rolling my chair back, I realized that the two computers in the room were still off, but I still heard a female voice heavily breathing.
I then felt extremely awkward and had no idea what to do. I was about 95% sure that a girl was masturbating, so I decided to head back to my desk, put the film I was working on in a safe place, and turn the light on (there was a light switch by my work station). When I turned the light on, the girl nervously said, "O my god", zipped her pants, and left the room. I never saw who it was (I only heard the zipper), but I always wonder which girl was so horny at work that she had to masturbate during lunch."
"I used to work for a toy company very well known for a particular doll, anyway there was a rush on to get some prototypes ready, I had just gone down to reception and was told to get up to the second floor as one of the designers had an accident (I was office manager and first aid and health & safety) So I go running up the stairs and the first person I see is the admin for the team and she is just pale and points to the bathroom (i realise after she is on the phone to emergency services).
I walk into the bathroom and there is blood all over the floor and I have to walk through it to get to her sat there on the toilet seat - she had stabbed herself in the groin by accident cutting some plastic, the knife slipped (she had been cutting a blister pack at a workstation when it happened). I shouted for a chair and she kept saying no I will get blood on it...I said screw that. I stayed with her in there until the ambulance came, helping to stave off the bleeding. Then followed her to the hospital.
I got home that evening after being calm and collected throught the whole incident, walked in opened a bottle of wine and drank from the bottle pacing up and down. Did not realise it had hit me so hard til I got home.
She was ok - off work for a couple of weeks. Apparently she had just missed a major artery."
"When I worked at Chick-Fil-A when I was 15 I had to wear the Cow suit every Tuesday for kids day or whatever. Well one day I was sitting around waving at the kids, dancing when this little boy just decided to whip out his penis and start peeing all over me.
So I just continued to dance while this little kid peed on me in front of a bunch of people"
"I used to work for a town pool in an urban area. Every day for about 2 weeks there would be poop in front of the gate where we opened.
Human Poop. Every day. Turns out one of the kids that was banned from the pool would sneak out of his house every night and poop in front of it in anger."
"I worked a summer job at Petco my freshman year in high school...
I walked into work one day to hear my store's manager yelling my name. Obviously confused, I walk into the back room, where, to my dismay I see that all of the kennels that hold the kittens in the store are WIDE OPEN.
Right about now is where I panic.
I look around the back room, not having seen a single kitten yet. This thought terrifies me because those little things are worth a lot of money. Finally I get into the storage room, and open the door to see the most random thing I've ever encountered in my life. 40 kittens running around a 20 foot by 20 foot room, with my store manager sprawled across the floor yelling "TYLER HELP ME, I MESSED UP""
"Sooooo I used to work in peoples homes remodeling. One day when I was at the shop a guy I worked with named Dave came back from doing a tear out on a kitchen. Now dave was normally a very talkative guy but today he was very silent. Myself, Dave and two other guys were out side by the dumpster and someone finally asked Dave if he was ok. He said he was fine and continued to throw stuff away. Finally Dave turned to us and said "I can't go back to that job tomorrow, someone else will have to go finish up." The shop manager who was out there with us throwing stuff away told him that was fine but we had to know why before we could just swap jobs. Dave proceeded to tell us this story. He went to this job but before he could start working in the kitchen there was a terrible smell coming from the sink. He didn't want to be rude so he tried to cover the smell up with out having to embarrass the old lady who lives there. He continues to work but eventually can't take it anymore. He figured he knows what will work, so he takes a rag soaks it in lacquer thinner and shoves it down the sink hole. It doesn't cover the smell, I mean lacquer thinner this shit literally peels paint off walls and it won't cover the smell. Dave can no longer take the smell and also figures that this is a plumbing health hazard and needs to tell the home owner. He proceeds to talk to the old lady telling her that she has a terrible smell in her kitchen sink and that a plumber needs to come take a look at it before he can continue working. She looks him square in the eye and says "Oh theres nothing wrong with the plumbing I pour my husbands colostomy bags down the garbage disposal, so theres no need to worry." He finishes the tear out as fast as he can and leaves. The next day our boss sends another employee to the sight, he works half a day and leaves. The next day the same thing happens. On Thursday I finally get sent to the site and it really was the most horrific smell I have ever had the pleasure of smelling. I worked a half day and left. Our shop manager finally went on Friday and finished the job. The lady loved the work and sent us all a card thanking her for the beautiful kitchen."
"I have tons of stories from my years as an insulator, but one that I have been thinking about lately was this finished attic we had to go into to insulate the slants. The problem was, there was a renter up there in this little one-bedroom, third-floor apartment with a kitchenette, bathroom and tiny living room. The landlord had to fight to get us in there and when we finally did, we discovered, after two weeks of working on the rest of the house, that there was a giant black woman living on a lazy boy recliner up there. She had never once come out of the house and, it seemed, she was either too fat to get out or agoraphobic. Maybe both. She was up there with several large dogs that I saw were let out by a man two times during the day (while I was there). He came by, let them out for a few minutes to do their business and let them back in. The apartment was brimming with trash, junk and smell. Horrible smell. It smelled like unwashed human, shit, rot and dog. There was no ventilation and the woman, who had nothing but a mega-sized T-shirt on (or so it seemed), did not want the lights on. The dogs followed me around the place, dimly lit by whatever sun slipped through the drawn shades, as I worked in the sweltering summer heat, pushing stuff out of the way, boring holes in the sheet rock and blowing in cellulous insulation. It's very dusty work and I covered what I could, but there was so much junk. Seriously, it was like something you see on TV. The woman did not want to leave during the work and did not want a face mask. She just sat there, stinking, watching a tiny little TV and eating. She didn't talk much. She just yelled at the dogs a lot. I imagine she was around 500 pounds. What I could not figure out is where she went to the bathroom because she never got up from her seat. Then again ... the smell was terrible. The man that came by to let the dogs out would refill her food and soda supply - mostly junk food that came in bags or boxes. This was like eight years ago. I can't imagine she's still alive."
"I went into the restroom in my office and saw my overweight boss sitting naked on the toilet in the handicapped stall with the stall door open, an a male intern was on his knees giving my boss oral sex. As he was taking a s---. The intern was 19 so it was not illegal.
I was astounded. I apologized but my boss said I could watch if I wanted. I was curious to see what happened so I asked the intern if he minded and he said it was fine, so I watched. My boss sat there s---ting and receiving oral sex. During this, he nonchalantly asked me some questions about progress I was making on some files he had given me a few hours ago. After my boss finished, he stood up and bent over the toilet and the intern started to wipe his a--, no questions asked. It was clear I was witnessing a routine. After this I made an excuse and left."
"I work on film sets as a production coordinator, but last summer I was working as an assistant on a feature film that was shooting on a rooftop in Manhattan. The rooftop we were shooting on was located on the same block as a popular college, and one of the main dorm buildings happened to stand right across from our set. Anyway, on one of the first days of shooting, we noticed that many students were moving into these dorms (it was August, so the fall semester was almost starting). Just as the sun was going down and we were about to get our first shot off on the camera, another PA broke out in hysterical laughter. He pointed across the street to the dorms where, right in perfect view inside one of the dorm windows, a freshman couple were going at it doggy style. The whole set turned and saw them, laughing and cheering them on. The guy noticed we were watching and WAVED at us with a huge shit-eating grin, which caused us to cheer even louder. The girl finally looked back and saw him smiling, then turned to see the entire film crew watching them bang from one rooftop over. She dove away from the window, and then the blinds closed."
"I was on work experience with a pest control company (thanks uncle) and we get to the house of this old lady, it was immaculate everything was completely dust free.
We ask what the problem is and it's a colony (nest?) of cockroaches in her garden drain. She says she found it a month ago and tried to get rid of them all by pouring bleach down the kitchen sink, 3 times a day for a month.
We open the drain in the garden and we see maybe 2-3 dozen cockroaches that have been bleached to the coloor of bone. All perfectly healthy apart from color."
"Working in McDonald's. Kid comes to counter saying she wanted to use the disabled toilet but door was locked and a man was lying down.
Went to look, found a junkie out cold, blood everywhere, needle still in his arm and he wasn't breathing. Had to put him in the recovery position and hold his airway open for 15 minutes. Vile."
"This happened almost 10 years ago. I was working the night shift at a very popular coffee shop in a busy tourist location during the summer. At about 2 am, this guy came in dressed as a bee, and it wasn't a nice bee costume. It was a garbage bag painted with yellow stripes with a really bad looking bug "mask". While hunched over and buzzing, he ordered a cup of sugar water. Suspicious, I gave him his water and he drank it through his straw mouth thing. Since water was free, I said he didn't have to pay. He suddenly straightened up and in a deep, normal voice said: "Thanks for being cool about this", gave me a 5 dollar tip and walked out. I still don't know what the f--- was going on. I half expected to see two guys in black suits come in to neuralize me after that."
"I worked in an inner city major hospital as an ED nurse for 12 years. I have so many stories I don't even know where to start. The accidents, illnesses...things people couldn't control should not be talked about. But the others....insanity. For a period of time in Houston there was a trend among certain members of an extreme segment of the gay community to have "mummification parties." A man comes into the ED in a home-made body cast, head to toe, with openings for his nose, mouth anus and genitals. The idea, I was told was to force ejaculation through the use of a cattle prod, rectally, and to use the other openings as the participants wished, while the "mummy" was helpless to resist. This one group decided to use direct 220 V current from a dryer outlet, placing a metal rod into his rectum, and a clamp on his scrotum. The man had expelled all fluids he had to expel, and had essentially cooked in the body cast. His eyeballs had exploded. I was never sure why he was even brought in by EMS, because he was obviously dead, but I got the initial job of cutting the cast off. The smell of burnt flesh was something that was intense enough to make me retch. Describing the state of the body is probably not even required...just think of a human hot dog, cooked far too long, and left to die in a plaster cast. His abdomen, unable to expand in the cast, had split and cooked feces and viscera had saturated the cast. Once the autopsy was done, it was found he had dozens of broken bones. This was perhaps one of the most horrific deaths I had ever seen. I'm sure someone will say I am bashing gays here...bullshit, I'm bashing human stupidity and the fact that a human life was utterly wasted."
"Back when I was lifeguarding, a parent brought his severely mentally handicapped teenage (upper teens) son to the pool during the most crowded hours. The kid goes around swimming, walking around the pool, doing his typical pool things for awhile, I stop paying attention to him. Later, I'm on the stand when suddenly I see the kid's dad from across the pool stand up and yell the kid's name at the top of his lungs. I look behind me to where he was looking to be met with the sight of the kid straight up dropping his bathing suit, bending over, and dropping a massive s--- right on the pavement near the pool. At peak hours. In front of EVERYONE. The dad quickly gets his kid under control, apologizes to all of us working, and leaves with the kid. Luckily I was on the stand and the other lifeguard had to clean it up."