Experiences at work

[rararudy]

This happened when I was younger.


A mother was being placed in the examination room attached to an Oxytocin drip, and her baby has been about 3 days dead? Anyway, the doctor had already told her of the unfortunate event and the purpose of the oxytocin to induce labor of the dead baby, and had given her time to cope with it. She had been attached to it for a few hours before I came in. It was the start of my shift and me and another colleague were just trying to change to our scrub suits. Then we heard a cry that "the baby is coming."

So yeah, me and her went hurriedly into the room, and there she was, we could see the hair. We opened and prepared the needed materials, donned gloves. We agreed that I will hold the perineum while she holds the baby's head. We kept encouraging and encouraging the mother, cheered for her that she's doing great and she should push out some more, and yeah, she did.


When the head finally came out, so did a large amount of brown amniotic fluid. And with all her pushing and the oxytocin, fluids squirted all over me and my colleague. We were drenched head to toe with a dead baby's amniotic fluid and blood. I could even taste it in my mask, feel it dripping in my face and stinging my eyes,and it even went inside my gloves and soaked my hands. The scrubs were painted with dark brown. My friend drank some of it because she was talking at that time. The mother said she was really sorry, and she decided for our good deed of handling a dead baby she named the baby after us.


The doctors were appalled to find us both drenched and bloody and smelling really really bad.

Why did I read this? I was eating the most delicious cheese and chicken enchilada. Might I add, the sauce was a bit brown or rather redish brown. I almost threw up the entire portion I had just swallowed. I don't even want to eat, smell, look, or touch it anymore.

 

[Rigel]

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I have no words for this...wth

I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.

Why did I read this? I was eating the most delicious cheese and chicken enchilada. Might I add, the sauce was a bit brown or rather redish brown. I almost threw up the entire portion I had just swallowed. I don't even want to eat, smell, look, or touch it anymore.

I should have put a spoiler to this I'm sorry for ruining your appetites.

The work made me immune to anything others may find unappetizing. I apologize.

 

[Netferarri]

When I got my first job when I was 16. It was at McDonalds btw.. I was at the cash register and this guys kid kept making *** noises. Another one was when I was taking my break and eating and one other worker just came and spit on my food. I pushed him and a fight was about to happen. My friends calmed me down. The smell one you talked about reminds me when there was a freaking smelly ass guy ordering. I was about to die.. OMG :hyper:

 

[Fodder#4]

I have a few, I'll share two of the more recent.

Down in Joisey we have some celebration; boat show. Tourists from Philly and NY come down ALL the time to see it. I work at a liquor store, near a dry town, by where the boats go. We get a lotta business. Near the end of my shift, these two New Yorkers come into my register line. I serve them, their total is $151.31. I say, "Ain't that somethin'. Get a lime and it'll be 151.51!"

The male/Husband shrugs me off, the wife chuckles. I then place them under a discount card, 'cause shit is expensive. And then bag. The male then turns, bends over and speaks to me. "Wanna know what else is something? When I put one hand on my cock and the other hand above that. And MY head is still showin'!" The wife laughed, they left... I was disturbed.

On another busy day, a week or two after this... An old lady walks into my line. I swipe her item, some vodka. I say, "Forty Dollars ma'am."

"WAT? I have a house charge." I then place her under it, get the slip she needs to sign and she says "I am not signing that!"

I ask why, she starts off with, "I am NOT signing that. 18946! $36.99!" She repeats this as I figure out the old hag has a special discount on her discount card. I try to explain this to her, I can return it. She needs to sign the slip. She just repeats the numbers earlier mentioned and I had to get a co worker to take over.

-_-

 

[Jack Spicer]

This happened when I was younger.


A mother was being placed in the examination room attached to an Oxytocin drip, and her baby has been about 3 days dead? Anyway, the doctor had already told her of the unfortunate event and the purpose of the oxytocin to induce labor of the dead baby, and had given her time to cope with it. She had been attached to it for a few hours before I came in. It was the start of my shift and me and another colleague were just trying to change to our scrub suits. Then we heard a cry that "the baby is coming."

So yeah, me and her went hurriedly into the room, and there she was, we could see the hair. We opened and prepared the needed materials, donned gloves. We agreed that I will hold the perineum while she holds the baby's head. We kept encouraging and encouraging the mother, cheered for her that she's doing great and she should push out some more, and yeah, she did.


When the head finally came out, so did a large amount of brown amniotic fluid. And with all her pushing and the oxytocin, fluids squirted all over me and my colleague. We were drenched head to toe with a dead baby's amniotic fluid and blood. I could even taste it in my mask, feel it dripping in my face and stinging my eyes,and it even went inside my gloves and soaked my hands. The scrubs were painted with dark brown. My friend drank some of it because she was talking at that time. The mother said she was really sorry, and she decided for our good deed of handling a dead baby she named the baby after us.


The doctors were appalled to find us both drenched and bloody and smelling really really bad.

So, there is a dead baby named after you and your friend? Who got the first name?

 

[Rigel]

I have a few, I'll share two of the more recent.

Down in Joisey we have some celebration; boat show. Tourists from Philly and NY come down ALL the time to see it. I work at a liquor store, near a dry town, by where the boats go. We get a lotta business. Near the end of my shift, these two New Yorkers come into my register line. I serve them, their total is $151.31. I say, "Ain't that somethin'. Get a lime and it'll be 151.51!"

The male/Husband shrugs me off, the wife chuckles. I then place them under a discount card, 'cause shit is expensive. And then bag. The male then turns, bends over and speaks to me. "Wanna know what else is something? When I put one hand on my cock and the other hand above that. And MY head is still showin'!" The wife laughed, they left... I was disturbed.

On another busy day, a week or two after this... An old lady walks into my line. I swipe her item, some vodka. I say, "Forty Dollars ma'am."

"WAT? I have a house charge." I then place her under it, get the slip she needs to sign and she says "I am not signing that!"

I ask why, she starts off with, "I am NOT signing that. 18946! $36.99!" She repeats this as I figure out the old hag has a special discount on her discount card. I try to explain this to her, I can return it. She needs to sign the slip. She just repeats the numbers earlier mentioned and I had to get a co worker to take over.

-_-

That is disturbing :|

So, there is a dead baby named after you and your friend? Who got the first name?

I got the second name. The first name's Maria. Combined with mine and she had a name fit for a nun.

 

[Unbiased King]

So I was at CVS/Pharmacy taking a lunch break on my first day on the job, so I casually slip into the staff lounge and find two cops interrogating a 60 year old woman who was shop lifting. I figured it would be great entertainment while I was on my lunch break to I stay and watch/listen.

So the interrogation goes on and the two cops step out of the lounge for a minute and the woman turns to me for conversation where I learn she was a prosititute. How'd I learn you ask?

She asked me for a pretzel, to which I declined. Then she said "If you give me that pretzel...", winked, made obscene sucking noises and gestues, and smiled through her rotten teeth.

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That same summer, some disturbed woman walked into the store, digged into her pants, and returned with a wad of shit (I shit you not, no pun intended) which she proceeded to wipe the aisles with.

Best part? I had to follow her around the store and clean whatever she touched.

 

[Crow Zero]

They said programmer has no life

 

[Ciao]

This happened when I was younger.


A mother was being placed in the examination room attached to an Oxytocin drip, and her baby has been about 3 days dead? Anyway, the doctor had already told her of the unfortunate event and the purpose of the oxytocin to induce labor of the dead baby, and had given her time to cope with it. She had been attached to it for a few hours before I came in. It was the start of my shift and me and another colleague were just trying to change to our scrub suits. Then we heard a cry that "the baby is coming."

So yeah, me and her went hurriedly into the room, and there she was, we could see the hair. We opened and prepared the needed materials, donned gloves. We agreed that I will hold the perineum while she holds the baby's head. We kept encouraging and encouraging the mother, cheered for her that she's doing great and she should push out some more, and yeah, she did.


When the head finally came out, so did a large amount of brown amniotic fluid. And with all her pushing and the oxytocin, fluids squirted all over me and my colleague. We were drenched head to toe with a dead baby's amniotic fluid and blood. I could even taste it in my mask, feel it dripping in my face and stinging my eyes,and it even went inside my gloves and soaked my hands. The scrubs were painted with dark brown. My friend drank some of it because she was talking at that time. The mother said she was really sorry, and she decided for our good deed of handling a dead baby she named the baby after us.


The doctors were appalled to find us both drenched and bloody and smelling really really bad.

That's hardcore.

 

[Jin Hayami]

Watched a couple of eight year old kids smoking weed in Afghanistan. Hitting it like a couple of champs too.

 

[Strawberry]

some clients are very snobbish