F... the creepy people at work

We had several temps come through b/c my boss drives off anyone with decent skills (let's just say she's "difficult"). Inevitably we get temp admins that are just slightly crazy. I just call them members of the Tinfoil Hat Club after one who was convinced that the police helicopter followed her around at lunch (and that was one her more sane assertions).

So we now have an official tinfoil hat that we bring out for special occasions.

We used to have this strange cat in my office, he just looked very odd. He kinda had a Bill Parcells type of body, big butt, big gut, kinda pear shaped.

The biggest thing was he spent waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much time on the shitter. I swear he was in there 5-6 times per day making all sorts of horrible noises, grunts, groans, talking to himself, etc.

There was a rumor that he came to work one day with shit on his pants and people around him complained that he stunk. How the crap got there nobody knows, and I don't think anyone wanted to know.

Well that's a nice story. I don't think I can top that, that glass sure isn't half full. That's just WRONG!

Matty you did forget the man tits on tuna?

Sometimes, I feel like im the crazy person at work!

I had this very nice looking Italian girl working for me I'd say was around 30 years old. She was married to this guy who would stop by the office about once a day. One day one of our customers who she helped out sent her some flowers. When her husband stopped by he got ticked and started screaming and I told him that he needed to leave. He looked at me and said ok and was walking out the door. Just then I catch her out of the corner of my eye jumping up and grabbing the flowers. Before I could stop her she was at the door and through this vase of flowers at her husband who was only about 10 feet out the door. The thing hit him in his back and then busted on the ground as he fell to his knees. Then she started in her Italian yelling and screaming at him and he looked up at her and just walked away. She cleaned up the mess then cleaned out her desk. The funnest part was the look he had as he walked away like a sad little puppy who was scared as he!! of her.

I had this very nice looking Italian girl working for me I'd say was around 30 years old. She was married to this guy who would stop by the office about once a day. One day one of our customers who she helped out sent her some flowers. When her husband stopped by he got ticked and started screaming and I told him that he needed to leave. He looked at me and said ok and was walking out the door. Just then I catch her out of the corner of my eye jumping up and grabbing the flowers. Before I could stop her she was at the door and through this vase of flowers at her husband who was only about 10 feet out the door. The thing hit him in his back and then busted on the ground as he fell to his knees. Then she started in her Italian yelling and screaming at him and he looked up at her and just walked away. She cleaned up the mess then cleaned out her desk. The funnest part was the look he had as he walked away like a sad little puppy who was scared as he!! of her.

lol...did you fire her or did she pack all on her own?

I work with a strange woman myself. She's about 50, but sometimes I think she has the brain of an elementary schooler. I think it's because she asks some of the most ridiculous questions. I know some people like to say that there's no such thing as a stupid question, but these come pretty close.

1) She always asks my boss if she can use the bathroom. Who the hell asks permission to take a piss at work? This happens on a daily basis. And when she asks, she doesn't just use my boss's first name, she says, " Excuse me, Mrs. Sarah, may I please use this rest room?" It's like she's a little girl asking her teacher if she can be excused from class to go to the bathroom.

2) I've heard her a few times ask my boss, "You still love me, don't you?" I don't really get this, who asks their boss that question?

3) And this is my favorite question. One day I'm enjoying a nice turkey sandwhich at lunch when I see her looking at me with this confused look on her face from accross the table. "Uh-oh," I think to myself. "I don't want to hear whatever it is she's going to ask me." Without hesitation she asks, "Is that green stuff on your sandwhich lettuce?" I nearly choke on my sandwhich when she asked me that. After I finish a small fit of laughing and coughing I reply, "Yes, the big green leaves on my sandwhich are infact lettuce." "Oh, I was just checking," she says back. THANK YOU FOR CHECKING, MAM! What else the those big green leaves could have been confused for, I don't know. Maybe she thought a nasty little elf switched the lettuce on my sandwhich with poison ivy when I wasn't looking. Sometimes I still think about this and snicker at my desk.

That's pretty normal if you work in the mental healthy industry.

What the hell does this woman do?

I work with a strange woman myself. She's about 50, but sometimes I think she has the brain of an elementary schooler. I think it's because she asks some of the most ridiculous questions. I know some people like to say that there's no such thing as a stupid question, but these come pretty close.

1) She always asks my boss if she can use the bathroom. Who the hell asks permission to take a piss at work? This happens on a daily basis. And when she asks, she doesn't just use my boss's first name, she says, " Excuse me, Mrs. Sarah, may I please use this rest room?" It's like she's a little girl asking her teacher if she can be excused from class to go to the bathroom.

2) I've heard her a few times ask my boss, "You still love me, don't you?" I don't really get this, who asks their boss that question?

3) And this is my favorite question. One day I'm enjoying a nice turkey sandwhich at lunch when I see her looking at me with this confused look on her face from accross the table. "Uh-oh," I think to myself. "I don't want to hear whatever it is she's going to ask me." Without hesitation she asks, "Is that green stuff on your sandwhich lettuce?" I nearly choke on my sandwhich when she asked me that. After I finish a small fit of laughing and coughing I reply, "Yes, the big green leaves on my sandwhich are infact lettuce." "Oh, I was just checking," she says back. THANK YOU FOR CHECKING, MAM! What else the those big green leaves could have been confused for, I don't know. Maybe she thought a nasty little elf switched the lettuce on my sandwhich with poison ivy when I wasn't looking. Sometimes I still think about this and snicker at my desk.

Wow, hello crazy

she just does random office work, and keeps the poison ivy elves away, of course

I became good friends with the creepy guy at work. When I started my last job, the person training me said "Watch out for Joe, he's really weird". A few weeks later I had to travel up the road with him for a site survey and struck up a conversation with him. He was peculiar but really didn't know how to initiate conversations. He just had insecure issues and was too scared to talk to people. Once he started talking about his interest (politics, rock & roll and football) he really loosened up. Total metamorphisis.