I walk into work yesterday and something...reeks.
I mean nasty. I am looking around trying to find out what it is. I spent like 40 minutes trying to find this nasty ass smell.
Then one of the coworkers walks passed and it dawns on me... shit, its her.
I look down to see her stained nasty ass feet that are so dusty black and dirty that they are leaving little imprints on the carpet.
Me - "We have a clothing policy. You have to have shoes, you know that."
Her - "My shoes stink"
Me - "I don't think its your shoes."
Her - "Ya it is. Its my shoes they got sweaty and they smell so I am drying them off."
Me - "Your leaving dirty marks on the carpet. Put something on. And your feet look like you walked 50 miles"
Her - "I walked most of the way in bare feet."
Me - "Well you should probably...wait....where are you drying your shoes?"
Her - In the meeting room."
I run to the meeting room. She has placed her fucking nasty ass shoes on the nearby space heater, has it turned up and its blowing stink through the room. I take them down and toss them to her.
Her - "I can't put them on yet. I haven't washed them. They smell."
Me - "Listen enough is enough. Talk to your manager and figure something out."
About 2 hours later I come to the 4th floor and walk in. The employee is nowhere to be seen.
Her manager waves me over. "Hey I sent her home to get new shoes. Thanks for talking to her."
Me - "That's fine. Its-"
The stinky employee walks in...but she has come out of the bathroom.
...
Me - "Did you wash your feet in the sink?"
Her - "I didn't want to go home."
Me - "That is the grossest thing I think I have ever heard."
I walk to the bathroom and there is jet black splashes of water all over the floor, on the sink, on the toilet just everywhere.
I tell her manager. "Have her clean the bathroom."
Manager - "That might not be the best use of her time."
Me - "Forty minutes of me cleaning up after someone who has no clue how to fucking take care of themselves. That's called a waste of time."
Manager - "Oh I understand I just don't think-"
Me - "Listen. How about this. I will call the boss up here to take a look at his bathroom. If he thinks your employee cleaning up after themselves is a waste of time, than you can."
The bathroom was promptly cleaned.
I almost tore that ladies feet off. It was the nastiest god damn thing.
This is a fascinating story of one man's journey through a work environment that some may find unbelievable. What follows are true accounts of the kinds of things things that have occurred during normal workdays and the havoc that this man has witnessed. 1 part "The Office" and 1 part pure anarchy has created a thing we call Crisis Management. *Follow the blog as new stories are being posted from his old threads and new topics are introduced daily or as often as he experiences them*
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Thursday, September 24, 2009
I Will Walk 500 Miles...
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