BlueMonday
Can I Kick It?
We were discussing this topic over at another forum, and I wondered what was the funniest work experience for the civfanatics realm.
for me:
If you ever want to work in a place where you'll get all kinds of fun stories, get a job as a truck loader/unloader at UPS. I've been working as a thrower...er...loader there for a few months now and I have a new great story every week.
Anyway, three weeks ago I came in about fifteen minutes early to work. The phone in our area starts ringing and no one was around so I picked it up. On the other end I hear one of my co-workers -"Primo" as we name him- yelling into the phone, "DOUG! DOUG!!" (Doug is our supervisor on the belt)
"No Primo, this is Bil. What do you need?" I say.
"Oh, well," I can hear his speech slurred into one long vowel, "I'm really really drunk...BUT I'M COMING IN ANYWAY!!!"
He shows up about twenty minutes later and he is sooooo drunk you can smell bourbon on him from ten feet away (he'd obviously been drinking for a few hours). He stumbles into the trailer that me and "Monkey" are loading and tries to load with us. He's stumbling everywhere, can't even say our names, drunk like an Irishman at a Wake. Finally, he collapses onto a Gateway Computer box and pukes all over it. Five minutes later, Doug shows up and drives him home.
Ever since then I've been fantasizing about the look on whoever's face it was when they found their brand new Gateway computer delivered to them with dried vomit all over it. Someone in Canon City, CO.
for me:
If you ever want to work in a place where you'll get all kinds of fun stories, get a job as a truck loader/unloader at UPS. I've been working as a thrower...er...loader there for a few months now and I have a new great story every week.
Anyway, three weeks ago I came in about fifteen minutes early to work. The phone in our area starts ringing and no one was around so I picked it up. On the other end I hear one of my co-workers -"Primo" as we name him- yelling into the phone, "DOUG! DOUG!!" (Doug is our supervisor on the belt)
"No Primo, this is Bil. What do you need?" I say.
"Oh, well," I can hear his speech slurred into one long vowel, "I'm really really drunk...BUT I'M COMING IN ANYWAY!!!"
He shows up about twenty minutes later and he is sooooo drunk you can smell bourbon on him from ten feet away (he'd obviously been drinking for a few hours). He stumbles into the trailer that me and "Monkey" are loading and tries to load with us. He's stumbling everywhere, can't even say our names, drunk like an Irishman at a Wake. Finally, he collapses onto a Gateway Computer box and pukes all over it. Five minutes later, Doug shows up and drives him home.
Ever since then I've been fantasizing about the look on whoever's face it was when they found their brand new Gateway computer delivered to them with dried vomit all over it. Someone in Canon City, CO.