Stories of Work

Hey guys, remember that time I told you about the guy who I though his name was "Gheb"?

Well he and his wife came back. And yeah, she called him Gheb. Fucked with my mind.

I would have liked to have seen the receipt so I could tell if "Gheb" was short for something.

Just thought you all ought to know that Gheb is out there. AND HE'S IN NEW YORK.

Lock your doors.

Post your own work stories here.

TErrifying

And your sure its not a nickname or something?

It might be a nickname, but I didn't get to check the receipt to see if it is. Regardless, she called him Gheb.

Thats kinda scary....

ewwwww.
I'll post a work story later

LOLGHEB

My stories almost always involve the, excuse the language, whore at my work offering herself to me and me going RAAAGE at her because she's so damn annoying.

It may be spelled "Geb" Ala' Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.

Or it could be a serial rapist.

....I think his name is just Gheb.....

Here's a fun one:

Mike(Myself): *Puts walkie to mouth area.* Alright, I'm going to do garbage. *Opens door, takes out trash.*

Nancy(BITCH FUCKING DUMBASSManager): *Heard through walkie.* Mike, copy?

Mike: *Sighs.* I guess she didn't hear me. 'I'm out doing garbage right now. Copy.'

*A few seconds passes.*

Nancy: *On walkie again.* Mike, copy?

Mike: UGH. 'I'm out doing garbage Nancy.'

*Another few seconds pass.*

Nancy: 'Mike, can you check on a couple of drapes for me? I need Silk Dupioni white, 50X84.'

Mike: Jesus fucking christ, is she some kind of moron? 'Nancy, copy, I'm out doing the garbage right now.'

*Mike starts putting the staggering amount of garbage into the compactor.*

Nancy: Hey Mike, any luck on those drapes yet?

Mike: GARHA RGWEIU FDSHJ GDRSG DRFHDFHG DFNGVDF GJNZDRF!!! THAT FUCKING BITCH NEEDS TO GET HER FUCKING HEAD OUT OF THE FUCKING CLOUDS AND PAY A-FUCKING-TENNTION TO WHAT THE FUCK I'M SAYING!!!!

Karen(Fellow employee. Also heard through walkie): Um Nancy, Mike is doing garbage at the moment.

Nancy: Oh, alright then. I'll get them myself.

Mike: MOTHER JWEHFG SID GFD GZNXDSGEH AGDFG DFGH RE H!!!!!!!

That sounds infuriating.

It happens ALL THE TIME.

Like when me and my stock manager will go to the warehouse. On the way there, with two full carts of chairs/tables/file cabinets/whatever else needs to go there, he will say:

"Alright, me and Mike are headed to the remote."

And sure enough, they will call us to get something for them, nearly every time. We just ignore them till the assholes learn to listen. It's okay to do that when my Stock Manager says it is.

Well my first day of work was nice, though I have to wait for Nesaan to pick me up so I have to sit there for an hour D: it wasn't too bad though. Today was basically giving me a rundown on what to do and I mainly assited waitresses with large orders or I refilled coffee cups.

Well, the first day is always introductory. Keep a good attitude and work hard and you should do fine.

Well I just remembered one,

like...4 years ago at my first job at shoppers, when I was taking the trash out one night I saw a shiny object in it. When I pulled the bag out of the can, i saw that someone put a Dildo(still in its package) in the trash, and I freaked out (cuz i was still 14 or 15 at the time) and 2 of my co-workers saw it and were like "DUUUUUUDDDDDDDEEEEEEE". Then one of the girls we worked with asked what it was and we were like "YOU DONT WANNA KNOW"! A customer heard the commotion and asked what we saw, and we replied "Ehhhhh nothing....." and then she says to us "Its alright you guys, what do you think I buy cucumbers for?" winked and left the store.

We all stood there like " OoO......................" for a few minutes. How special.

Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool.

Did you get her number?

Fuck no. Oh wait, i forgot to point out she was in her late 40s. the "OoO" of silence wasnt "THATS AMAZING" it was "OH GOD WHAT TEH FUCK WHY"

Oh.

Ewwww.

.....EWWWW

Well, there can be some attractive 40 year olds. But not to someone half their age.

Mufasa Stiggs wrote:Oh.

Ewwww.

.....EWWWW

Well, there can be some attractive 40 year olds. But not to someone half their age.

or one third their age =___=

That is horrible.

Well I got to wait on tables today, it was kinda fun but very busy. Also I must be doing a good job my tips were all very generous

Alright time for the amazing
"Rozen tells a story of his wonderous adventures at Gamestop"

So yeah I have been tasked with being the sales person so I must get people to reserve slash buy any game I can possibly manage to sell even if I hate the game but they like it I must make sure they are going to buy it.

Moving on, so I was sitting there and some super Otaku person walks into the room (Trust me Masu this guy I gurantee is worse than any of us and you will see why.) So he was asking about games (RPG's mainly) coming out soon for the 360 that I would recommend so this is the conversation that incurred.

Me: Well let's see there's Final Fantasy XIII and Record of the Argarest War I heard was good.

Otaku Kid: What's Record of the Argarest War cause Final Fantasy sucks.

Me: Well its an ecchi...

Otaku Kid: I'll put 30 dollars on it.

Me in my head: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL I CANT BELIEVE I SOLD THIS GAME BUT I DIDNT EVEN TELL HIM WHAT IT WAS.

So yeah this is probably the saddest case I have seen so far while working there.

Hm. Maybe I'll get that game as well.

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I probably forgot to mention I have preordered this game myself on a recommendation from a friend in Japan.

So I was working yesterday, and my manager told me to build one of these lawn chairs. But it was pretty busy, so it took me a while. I mean, for once, I had help in the back, but one of the guys is new, and he's so dim that he can't figure out how to tie his own shoe, and the other guy was processing stuff, which creates garbage. So I was trying to get the garbage out, do the stock checks, build this chair, and keep the idiot in line and out of my way, all at the same time. And I'm building the chair outside, in the back, cause there's no room in the stock room, and the General manager doesn't want me to build it on the floor (where it eventually is supposed to go anyway) cause it takes up too much room, and it's too busy.

So I'm building the chair, the idiot keeps trying to help me build it, all the while there are 8 things that need to be done other than this that I'm going to have to do in the hour I have left, he gets pulled away. Two of my co-workers, realizing that I'm swamped with stuff to do are looking for a rug themselves, but they can't find it. So I go to help, leaving the door open, thinking I was only gonna be a second.

I find the rug, and inevitably get pulled into 2 more things I had to do.

Eventually I go back, and my other manager Lucinda (the cool one that shares the same contempt for life that I do) follows for her own reasons. I see that I left the back door open, and there was this black lady there.

"Oh. THERE you are." She said in the way only a bitchy black lady could.
-First warning sign. I'm not racist. If it was any bitchy person I would be suspicious. But bitchyness isn't enough to warrant the label of a thief. But she was a bitch.

"Oh, I'm sorry about the wait, did you need something?" I asked, holding back my inner urge to charger her ass into her car.

"No. I've been waiting here fohever for you guys. I saw my stuff on this cart here and grabbed it myself. You took so damn long."
-Second warning sign. It meant that she walked into our back room and grabbed stuff.

"Oh..." I said, taken aback. I could tell now that my manager was listening at this point.

"What? Were you two having sex back there?"
-Now, it doesn't seem so bad now, cause it's on a forum. But at the time I was like WTF.

"Um...Er..No." Not hearing anything from Lucinda (Who I will admit is pretty attractive.) I assumed she must have been as shocked as I was.

"The only reason I stuck around was so I could make sure I had all my stuff."

"Uh. Yeah, sure let me check." I grabbed her claim check, she thought I was looking for stuff she didn't have, I was looking for stuff she shouldn't have. I didn't see anything that didn't belong. So I guess she was an honest creepy bitch.
"Yeah you have everything." I didn't really know. But I didn't see anything that was stolen. So I didn't really care if the bitch paid for something she didn't have.

She drove off, and my manager looked at me.
"Was she fucking serious?"

"I don't even know. I was tempted to say: 'No. But, I was masterbating.'"
Then she laughed. It turns out the lady was causing trouble for my other two managers when she was buying the stuff. So we're hoping that she doesn't come back.






And no one ate dinner that night.

*sigh*

Had to be a nigga.

Answer truthfully,

Was she black? Or was she a nigga?