The Horrors of the "Professional" World - Stories that will make you wonder how we exist.

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One of the worst feelings in the world is interviewing for other jobs while working in a job you hate.

The bad feelings you have from your current job bleed into everything you say and do and it makes the song and dance about "why do you want to leave your current position" all that more awkward. (I'd like to be honest with my answer for once just to see the reaction on my interviewers' faces when I say "I'm sick of working for a corrupt Chinese shit hole").

Today I had an interview that the hiring manager sprung on me at the last minute and like an idiot, I accepted. It was stupid of me to accept because she told me "I don't think you seemed enthusiastic during the phone interview" but she scheduled it anyway--stupid, stupid @Meat Poultry Veg !!!

Not only did the hiring manager NOT show up for the interview, they changed the panel on me at the last second. I should have seen all the signs that this was a waste of my time.

I told them that I was really interested in a certain new technology they were working on but the last member of the panel said "You do understand you'll just be doing routine bullshit every day of the week, right?" I explained that I have a growth mindset which is important for a startup, but he said "Yeah, well you can't always get the opportunity to expand in a small company. Or in a big company for that matter."

To top it off he was one of those guys who asks human resourcey questions that are designed to trip you up. So yeah, fuck that company, fuck that hiring manager and fuck that last smug asshole! I give myself a 10% chance of getting an offer from them, tops. If they do give me an offer, I'll give them a ridiculous salary figure just to fuck with them.
 
I work for an awesome company which is owned by Russian Americans who love to party
Any birthday comes up they buy the whole staff food and beer during work hours. Our parties for sales goals are excellent. The best one was a yacht party where everyone got shit faced and had a great time.
But that was before Rick ( name changed)
Rick was also Russian and had worked for a rival company. I tried to be nice to Rick as he didn't talk much and our business was sort of a weird family. I'd let him vent to me about his divorce, kids etc.
So we are moving offices and the owners are giving away shit they didn't need. One thing was a giant bottle of Kirkland whiskey one of the owners had casked to see if it would taste better. As well as a full bottle of disaronno. Well Rick takes the disaronno and my desk mates take the whiskey
So the day goes on . My desk mates sre sipping on the Kirkland whiskey and Rick keeps getting more social. Actually taking shots with them etc.
Rick starts getting weird. Apparently at some point he tells my production head that he got in a fight with five guys the night before for no reason. He comes back up and he violently passes out in the computer chair.
Well the sales manager drives him back home and everyone in the Kirkland whiskey area gets a Stern talking-to but Rick was not fired

Remember how I said I tried to be nice to Rick? Well next work party is at a bowling party. I get in, order my beer and the dude is. Sitting.on. my. fucking.lap. Which at least 4 others saw. Backed him off but later in the night I went to go smoke outside ( my bf was picking me up soonas drinking and driving is shit)

Fucker tried to kiss me on the lips.

He got lucky as I ducked inside but had he tried literally 30 seconds later he would have been beat to shit by someone twice his height

I did tell one owner to be cautious about him when I went remote which was the straw to break the Camel's back on him getting shit canned.

TL;DR be careful about being too nice to the newbies.
 
TL;DR be careful about being too nice to the newbies.

Some Russians have very odd interactions with their co-workers. So, your TL;DR reminded me of this story:

When I was still an IT professional, my company hired "Olga" as one our programming consultants to work on one of our biggest client projects at the time. Olga started off decent enough. During her time with us, she was completing her CS degree at the same university where I had earned mine, and she later chose to pursue a real estate broker's license. Since she attended my alma mater, I asked her once or twice about how the CS program had changed since my graduation and which professors were still active in the department, etc. in an attempt to be a good co-worker.

Boss' day brought out more of her true personality, however. The consultants from our company decided to chip in $10 each to get our project manager a small gift of our appreciation. She apparently chose to be the one to collect the money. When the time came for her to collect it, she came up to me and said, "Give me 10 dollars" in a tone that sounded like she was an organized crime boss ready and willing to do great bodily harm to me if I didn't give her the money.
 
@Kiwi Lime Pie "Olga" reminds me of a lady at a short-term job I had. We were travelling to a job site several hours away on a rented bus and she woke me up, literally tapping my shoulder and saying something like "helllloooo", to the amusement of my co-workers, over a ONE EURO contribution everyone was making to give the bus driver a gift.

The job itself was okay, but that long ass bus ride and grown ass adults acting like kids going to school was hell. "Olga" was just the cherry on the shit sundae.
 
I work in health care, I'm not in emergency medicine anymore but might go back to it some day. Dealing with drug seekers is 90% of my job, or it sure fucking feels like it sometimes. The only things that really rustle my jimmies are the anti-vaxx people (who never have any problem taking their kid to the doctor for every fucking little thing), Munchausen people and hypochondriacs. On what planet is "I don't feel right" or "my kid doesn't have much of an appetite" a reason to go to the emergency department? These are the people who bitch the loudest, without fail, that they have to wait because we're busy dealing with a traumatic amputation or cardiac arrest in the trauma suite.

Most people are at least there in good faith (things like migraines, fainting or arrhythmia can be frightening if you don't know what is going on) and we encourage older people to come in for minor things like weakness or confusion because they could be stroke symptoms, and honestly, it's always nice to be able to tell people they're ok and can go home. But when I end up with some screeching harpy in my face demanding we DO SOMETHING because her kid has the sniffles and she's not leaving until the doctor gives antibiotics, it's difficult not to punch them right in the face. Watching mothers purposely rile up their kids into full tantrum mode, convincing them that they're dying when they've been happily playing with their tablet for the last hour is fucking sickening. Had to deal with an anti vaxxer whose kid ended up with double pneumonia from the measles a couple of months ago, don't know what happened to him but he was in pretty bad shape, I'd be very surprised if there was no permanent damage. Usually the anti-vaxxers give in about rabies and tetanus but if they don't doctors won't hesitate to involve the authorities. I've been very fortunate that I've never seen any other cases of child abuse but the pediatric hospital nearby sees some pretty dark shit.

Dealing with self inflicted wounds is kinda bizarre too, not all these people are on drugs either, most aren't as a matter of fact. It was shocking how often "self inflicted stab wound" came up on the tracker. Failed suicide attempts are just sad, but I understand. Guns aren't super common here but I've seen failed suicide by gunshot a few times, it's really nowhere near as much of a sure thing as you would think. On the other hand I've seen hundreds of so-called "suicidal gestures" and I still can't say I get it... What is the purpose of eating two bottles of sleeping pills then calling yourself an ambulance before anything happens? I never know what to say to these people, usually I'd just help stabilize and pawn them off on psychiatric services but oftentimes they don't even bother to do that, they just give activated charcoal and send them home. I guess it's just attention seeking but it's not like it's hard to get a doctor to refer you to a therapy program if help is what you're after. The cynical part of me wonders if it's not just people trying to get out of school/work or gain victim cred - "I was HOSPITALIZED for a SUICIDE ATTEMPT guize!!" usually means "I ate 9 Benadryl and made a scene at the ER for 45 minutes" in my experience.

So yeah, compared to some of the infuriating shit you see in medicine/health care, dealing with some dipshit trying to wheedle painkillers isn't a big deal. Once they find a doctor who's willing to prescribe them 3 or 4 Dilaudids and tell them to fuck off they're set.
 
Had a client call us up, wanted us to fly out to diagnose some equipment that wasn't working, and it's an emergency. The system is pretty complex, so we book a week at a nearby hotel and we're on the next flight out. Get there and 5 minutes in to the rundown of what's not working I notice a loose wire coming off the load side of a breaker. I disconnect the breaker, re attach the wire, turn the breaker back on, everything's working fine.
 
Had a client call us up, wanted us to fly out to diagnose some equipment that wasn't working, and it's an emergency. The system is pretty complex, so we book a week at a nearby hotel and we're on the next flight out. Get there and 5 minutes in to the rundown of what's not working I notice a loose wire coming off the load side of a breaker. I disconnect the breaker, re attach the wire, turn the breaker back on, everything's working fine.
Oh god, I’m in a similar-ish business and this had me literally cackling.

Edit: As an update to my payroll woes (shoot me now), last week they sent an email out verifying what deductions I had arranged for medical/dental/vision/etc. It looked right, so I was hopeful. Then I check my paystub (which is helpfully released around 4pm before the day we’re paid), and find that the fuckers doubled up everything AGAIN! Fucking again! According to my paystub I have already paid almost a third of what I paid last year total. My email to HR was far more nasty than the last ones.
 
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She apparently chose to be the one to collect the money. When the time came for her to collect it, she came up to me and said, "Give me 10 dollars" in a tone that sounded like she was an organized crime boss ready and willing to do great bodily harm to me if I didn't give her the money.
@Kiwi Lime Pie "Olga" reminds me of a lady at a short-term job I had. We were travelling to a job site several hours away on a rented bus and she woke me up, literally tapping my shoulder and saying something like "helllloooo", to the amusement of my co-workers, over a ONE EURO contribution everyone was making to give the bus driver a gift.
We have such women in every office here, to the point of them being parodied in commercials. Sorry.
 
I work in health care, I'm not in emergency medicine anymore but might go back to it some day. Dealing with drug seekers is 90% of my job, or it sure fucking feels like it sometimes. The only things that really rustle my jimmies are the anti-vaxx people (who never have any problem taking their kid to the doctor for every fucking little thing), Munchausen people and hypochondriacs. On what planet is "I don't feel right" or "my kid doesn't have much of an appetite" a reason to go to the emergency department? These are the people who bitch the loudest, without fail, that they have to wait because we're busy dealing with a traumatic amputation or cardiac arrest in the trauma suite.

Most people are at least there in good faith (things like migraines, fainting or arrhythmia can be frightening if you don't know what is going on) and we encourage older people to come in for minor things like weakness or confusion because they could be stroke symptoms, and honestly, it's always nice to be able to tell people they're ok and can go home. But when I end up with some screeching harpy in my face demanding we DO SOMETHING because her kid has the sniffles and she's not leaving until the doctor gives antibiotics, it's difficult not to punch them right in the face. Watching mothers purposely rile up their kids into full tantrum mode, convincing them that they're dying when they've been happily playing with their tablet for the last hour is fucking sickening. Had to deal with an anti vaxxer whose kid ended up with double pneumonia from the measles a couple of months ago, don't know what happened to him but he was in pretty bad shape, I'd be very surprised if there was no permanent damage. Usually the anti-vaxxers give in about rabies and tetanus but if they don't doctors won't hesitate to involve the authorities. I've been very fortunate that I've never seen any other cases of child abuse but the pediatric hospital nearby sees some pretty dark shit.

Dealing with self inflicted wounds is kinda bizarre too, not all these people are on drugs either, most aren't as a matter of fact. It was shocking how often "self inflicted stab wound" came up on the tracker. Failed suicide attempts are just sad, but I understand. Guns aren't super common here but I've seen failed suicide by gunshot a few times, it's really nowhere near as much of a sure thing as you would think. On the other hand I've seen hundreds of so-called "suicidal gestures" and I still can't say I get it... What is the purpose of eating two bottles of sleeping pills then calling yourself an ambulance before anything happens? I never know what to say to these people, usually I'd just help stabilize and pawn them off on psychiatric services but oftentimes they don't even bother to do that, they just give activated charcoal and send them home. I guess it's just attention seeking but it's not like it's hard to get a doctor to refer you to a therapy program if help is what you're after. The cynical part of me wonders if it's not just people trying to get out of school/work or gain victim cred - "I was HOSPITALIZED for a SUICIDE ATTEMPT guize!!" usually means "I ate 9 Benadryl and made a scene at the ER for 45 minutes" in my experience.

So yeah, compared to some of the infuriating shit you see in medicine/health care, dealing with some dipshit trying to wheedle painkillers isn't a big deal. Once they find a doctor who's willing to prescribe them 3 or 4 Dilaudids and tell them to fuck off they're set.

Question. I'm assuming you're a doctor or suchlike. Here in Britain, the preferred ailment to claim to have to gain an enhanced tugboat is fibromyalgia, which manifests as chronic pain without any real apparent source or cause.

In your experience, what percentage of fibromyalgia sufferers are genuinely in pain and how many are doctor shopping to get money, asspats, or drugs. I myself am not entirely convinced it's a real illness, but falls into the realm of things line "morgellons" and "chronic Lyme disease" and "multiple chemical sensitivity."
 
Question. I'm assuming you're a doctor or suchlike. Here in Britain, the preferred ailment to claim to have to gain an enhanced tugboat is fibromyalgia, which manifests as chronic pain without any real apparent source or cause.

In your experience, what percentage of fibromyalgia sufferers are genuinely in pain and how many are doctor shopping to get money, asspats, or drugs. I myself am not entirely convinced it's a real illness, but falls into the realm of things line "morgellons" and "chronic Lyme disease" and "multiple chemical sensitivity."

Those are considered outright fake diseases that just simply don't exist.

Fibromyalgia is what is considered a "garbage can" diagnosis, because a lot of idiopathic pain, i.e. pain with no obvious explanation, just gets thrown into that diagnosis because there's nothing else to cause it.

Because of this, though, in addition to people with legitimate pain, you end up with a lot of hypochondriacs, goldbrickers and munchies also claiming it because if you just claim a bunch of vague bullshit, you'll eventually get diagnosed with it if they can't figure out anything else.

So there are probably legitimate cases of it, but it's not just one thing. In a lot of cases, there's some underlying history like a car crash or some other traumatic injury that is probably somehow connected to the general, widespread body pain associated with it. Sometimes there isn't.

Not everyone claiming it is faking being in pain, of course, but if you're going to fake being in pain, fibro is probably what you'll eventually get diagnosed with if they don't just flat out decide you're faking.
 
Morgellons = I feel like I have scabies but I can't find anything and it's making me fucking insane?
 
I was tired of my call center job and got an interview to work at a huge upscale salon. It was going to be for checking in clients and showing them to waiting areas. The first round was a group interview of 30 people and they had extremely rigid standards. Most of the people seemed way out of their comfort zone (as was I, but I was desperate for another job.) I made it to the second round of interviews, which consisted of me and four others. I thought I had the job in the bag when I got there and saw that one of the interviewees was 45 minutes late and another was not adhering to the dress code (they said we had to adhere to the dress code of the salon for the interviews, not just when we got the job.) I was confident but not cocky as we were each asked different questions.

One of the questions asked was about how the dress code related to team work. They said you were only allowed to wear boots from October to April. They said even though people went to meetings where this was explained that they wouldn't listen and would wear the boots past April anyway. I was asked how I would handle co-workers behaving this way. The first two girls to answer said they would nicely take the coworker aside and make sure they understood the dress code. When it was my turn to answer I said I wouldn't say anything because if they couldn't follow simple instructions that maybe they weren't cut out to work there. I also said that it would make me look better for listening and it would be like losing dead weight when they were fired. The next girl to answer the question agreed with me.

...this was not the answer they were looking for. I was immediately told that I wouldn't "fit in" there because I wasn't a team player. Got an email the next day that I was no longer being considered for the job.
 
I can laugh about this experience now but at the time I was pretty confused as to why they wanted to hire people who didn't listen to policy. Guess I dodged a bullet by not getting the job.
Because you didn't give a properly corporate response is my guess. Basically, since you're dealing with people as a part of the job, they probably thought that if you were this upfront during the interview that you'd be even moreso against a complaining customer.
 
One of the worst feelings in the world is interviewing for other jobs while working in a job you hate.

The bad feelings you have from your current job bleed into everything you say and do and it makes the song and dance about "why do you want to leave your current position" all that more awkward. (I'd like to be honest with my answer for once just to see the reaction on my interviewers' faces when I say "I'm sick of working for a corrupt Chinese shit hole").

The most fun I've had on job interviews was when I was looking to quit a shitty job. Every job interview I've been to follows the same layout: practical exam[if any]->intro about yourself & why you're looking for a job->conversation about the job offer itself->questions on how you'd solve problems/deal with situations/etc. You can be civil and professional at all stages, and when it comes to the last part - make it a struggle session on your current employer. Just be sure to keep it job-oriented and point out actual inefficiencies and problems, not the fact that you don't like Stacy from accounting.
 
Currently slumming it in the exciting world of contract security because I have far too much going on to consider a career. My current site is a derelict Victorian building which has been broken into multiple times. The owners hired a specialist firm to come and secure the building with steel shuttering. When the job was done the owner got all smug with me and said "Nobody's getting in there anytime soon eh Laz?" My response was to silently assassins creed my way up the side of the building and drop through a skylight before calmly strolling out through the front door (which was unlocked at the time). The next day my boss turned up with a tin of anti climb paint and a brush. He plonked them down in the portacabin and said "Have a great day!" and left.
 
why you're looking for a job

My boilerplate go-to excuse I settled on was either "the company's venture funding is running out and I'm not sure they're going to get more" or "grapevine is they're going to terminate our division and I want to get out ahead of it". Anything else invites uncomfortable questions, I found.
 
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