My Bad Day

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Andrew,

funnily enough it wasn’t, in fact, it was one of my more rewarding days, though not for the reasons already mentioned!

Regards,

kev35

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Was that by any chance the day before you quit?

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T5.

I too have a ‘sick’ story, but mine goes a little bit further. A few years ago I was working as a nurse on an elderly care ward, it was a late shift and should have been relatively quiet. Always a bad sign. Anyway I’d just gone on duty and only been on the ward a few minutes when a lady was taken ill. I attended to her and for my pains this lady managed to projectile vomit all over me. My tunic and trousers were covered so I had to wear a set of greens.

You have to know that a number of our patients were confused. So, there I was, in the middle of a large dressing change when I asked my colleague to fetch me some more absorbent pads. Off they went and soon someone came to me behind the curtains just as I was involved in a tricky part of the procedure. Imagine how I felt when I heard liquid splashing before something wet hit the back of my leg. It was one of the old chaps, who, in his confusion, decided to use me as a urinal. Change of clothes no2.

Later that day a woman vomited a huge amount of blood over me which necessitated yet another change. Faeces was an ever constant hazard which I managed to avoid that day. However, just to cap it all, I was asked to get a sputum sample from a patient. Normally they spit in a cup and it goes away for screening. This patient asked me if I wanted their sample as I was talking to someone else. Helpfully, I held out my hand only to have them spit in it!!

A perfect end to a perfect day.

Regards,

kev35

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I arranged for my parents to collect my clothes which were covered in vomit and had to spend £20 a new pair of trousers and had to wear a red t-shirt for the rest of the day!!

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T5 dont worry!

If the River floods your house then you can just jump in to get that sick off you instead of having to run a bath or shower!!

LOL go on what did u do after they laughed at work. Did you have to wear some funny mascot costume or did they give you free clothes to wear?

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I had a bad start to a day about twenty years ago, but it’s worth repeating.

I was travelling on the ferry from Manly to Circular Quay (Sydney Australia.) During heavy weather, the part of that journey which crosses between the heads of Sydney Harbour can be very rough, with large seas rolling in from the south.

As the ferry crosses this part of its journey, it will bury its bow heavily in the waves and then rise out before plunging into the next trough. It can be very exciting and some passengers can go quite green.

On this particular trip, I decided to sit outside, to watch the ocean rolling in towards the ferry. I was dressed for my office job, including a warm heavy coat as it was mid-winter (yes, it does get pretty cold down here sometimes!)

The ferry nosed into one wave, which then washed back over me and the other passengers next to me. We were completely soaked through. I sat there, drenched and freezing, thinking “What the hell do I do now?” Did I continue to work, hoping to dry out or catch the return ferry home.

By the time the trip was completed, I had started to dry out, so I proceeded to work.

I can say, though, that I felt like a total idiot sitting there, sopping wet, looking like a drowned rat in front of all those other (dry) passengers inside the ferry. It’s true what they say, though, that you laugh at these things years later, I certainly do.

Regards

Wombat

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A330Crazy,

My place of work is the same. They have taken on loads of temps for the Christmas period, but I don’t think they will need half of them after the busy period has passed. They are asking these temps to write a letter explaining why they should be considered a permanent placement within the company – not on of them is perfect, but most will probably be taken on anyway!

I have been working part time now for 20 months and am constantly making mistakes. It is my job to witness refunds, handle a change float for cashiers, accompany tills from cash office to shop floor etc. A few months back, I had given a cashier some change and taken a note from his till to make it all add up and our customer service desk was all of a sudden overflowing. I went over to help (as I am supposed to do) and had this £20 note in my hand. When I dealt with a woman and then went on to serve the next customer, I realised she had swiped the £20 and done a runner. I’ve also authorised refunds on goods which have been washed or had tickets switched so the customer can get more than they are worth – This has never gotten me into any trouble and a quick talk to a member of management sorts it.

We are selling tese jackets at the moment which come with a mobile phone and an MP3 player. Nice piece of kit and was tempted to buy one myself. It had a recommended retail price of £600 and we had it for £149. A guy had seen one in the window and wanted to have a look at it. It was my job to show this expensive item to him. I was becoming increasingly wary when he kept walking away with the phone/MP3 to show his wife and eventually sold it to him.

But, there are plenty more jobs out there for students who are still in full time education and if they don’t keep you, you can move on – you’ll have the experience and most places would employ you.

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Don’t worry about it Andrew mate.Just coz some half witted,screwed up f*ckers steal stuff from before your eyes,it shouldn’t be taken out on you.Petty crime winds me up no end!
I was having a perfectly good day up until about half an hour ago when I went out to have a look at summat on the car and found that some little scroat had ripped the nearside mirror off!I even saw the guy who did it hanging around the car a few minutes before,but didn’t twig what he’d done,or was about to do.The thing is,what could I have done even if I’d known?Go out there and beat the living…daylights out of him??It might be what you feel like doing,but you’d be the one ending up down the nick.It seems too petty to report to the police,and how long would it take them to get here?Does it help this guy’s future to report him?If he’s already stupid/desperate/idiotic enough to do what he’s done,then you ought to feel soprry for him.All in all,I can’t see anything I could’ve done about it.
We have alot of vandalism,car torching,and general petty crime from kids who dunno what to do with themselves.I’m worried there’ll come a day when I’ll do summat I later regret.It seems stupid that this kind of thing can happen and that there is nothing you can do to either punish the people who do it or prevent them from doing it in the first place.The pettiness of it makes it so irritating!Why do they bother in the first place??Why should we have to pick up the repair bills for summat that was pointless in the first place??Daft,irritating and there’s nowt you can do about it…

Sorry folks,you can come out now,rant over…

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I had a bad day today. As I am only an Xmas temp at Woolies, weather or not they keep me on after Xmas all depends on my overall preformance over the last few months.

Well up until today it had been pretty good. This morning a woman and what iguess would have been her son, came in and wanted to “purchase” a Mobile phone set, which included a free boom box. So I got it down from the shelf, scanned it through the till, and bent down to reach for a bag, and when I got up, the customer and the phone were gone. £80 gone just like that, and because it was so crowded in the shop today, no-one saw it happen or even though twice about it.

But to my suprise I didn’t get a rollocking from the manager, but still it now makes it look very doubtful that they will keep me on under full time employment?

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C’est la vie…If you have bad luck some days, it’s natural.

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[updated:LAST EDITED ON 23-12-02 AT 06:19 PM (GMT)]How’s your elbow? I had a huge bruised elbow after a dodgy breakfall in Jiu Jitsu… didn’t hurt but was very red!! I diodn’t notice it till I woke up the next morning… looked in the mirror and said “What the f**k is that??????”

I’ve also had another injury… one which made me want to relive December this year!! OK, I went to play 5 a side football… well, was talked into it by friends… Started playing, I went in net first… 4 minutes have gone by, and I’d let my goal in, so I take to the outfield. OK, 5 minutes into the game, I’m fed a ball up the left wing, close-ish to the wall, I sprint after it, and swing my left foot at it to smash it across goal in the hope of it going in the far side of the net. That was the theory… what actually happened was… I MISSED THE BALL… ended up travelling backwards and down, I get up and think… oh oh… this don’t feel right… later I get checked up at casualty, apparently I overstrained some ligaments behind my knee… Bad thing was I was supposed to have a Jiu Jitsu grading 3 days later… I didn’t make that!!! 🙁 Anyway, to top it off… we lost the 5 a side game too… I had to go in net for the rest of the game… and everyone was taking advantage of me not being able to move left very quickly… I had someone score past me with a back heel 🙁 !!!!

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Michael

A few weeks ago, I woke up with a splitting headache but being a concientious sort of chap still went to work. 30 mins of work at the PC on my desk and I couldnt find the off switch for the invisible jackhammer that was neatly mounted somewhere inside my head. I went home !.

Gets home and thought I’d have a quick cuppa then go back to bed. Kettle on…bing bong (doorbell). 3 locals from the ground maintenance team…”we come to check your gas appliances okay ?”. Couldnt really say no so let em in.

Dog starts barking

One strips the gas cooker so it resembles a Haynes manual exploded view, one’s outside with a hammer (?) checking the gas water heater and the other guys upstsairs in the bathroom checking the shower out.

Dog still barking !

Oh well, they’ll soon finish…where’s me cuppa tea ?

Bing bong…doorbell…

Dog now barking very loudly !

Answer dooor to four five guys all wearing collar and ties etc “Ah good morning we’ve come to check you quarter for Asbestos may we come in ?”

Aha I thought ….” but you are supposed to be here at 12.30 not 5 past nine in the morning !”

“Yes but we’ve just got here and your door was open…”

Now these guys split up and went through the house with afine tooth comb, opening cupboard’s taking pictures and dust samples from wherever they could find any…some where poutside taking scrapings from the the drain pipes…you get the picture

So far the saving grace was that two of the last lot are scared s***less of dogs !!! made my day that did teehee

Headache still struggling to be known, dog now in a slightly queiter frenzy.

Bing Bong…yup …doorbell again, this time its our cleaner lady come to do the ironing.

Lets see nine people in the house so far !

5 to ten they’ve all finished and all the paperworks been signed so I think I have a cupp and then go to bed…

Dog’s gone hoarse and finally shut up

Ring Ring…telephone. Boss from work !
” Ahh Gary, I know youre of work sick but can you get the keys for the trucks down to the yacht club, they’re coming to take them away for repair in half an hour…!”

Oh well…didnt want a drink anyway.

10.30 on the dot, Im at the yacht club. get one truck on the back of the recovery landrover and am told that the tractor will have to be driven up the tunnel cos the lorry thats gonna take it away wont fit in the tunnel. No problem…I’ll drive it up.

Bad move. Clutch has gone so you cant change gear once started and its locked in low ratio. Get it started and the effing thing jams in second gear. 3 MPH flogging the rocks off the engine (low ratio you see) Took 14 minutes to drive the length of the tunnel and with the deisel bellowing away on a short stack in a confined space, well it wasnt quiete.

Get back down the club and find the truck having its propshaft taken off. It’d jammed in four wheel drive and couldnt be towed.

Got home at 11.30. Learnt my lesson and didnt bother with a cup of tea. Went straight to bed.

Head hits the pillow…ring ring (telephone..)

Someone else form work “Gary, I know your home sick but….etc etc.”

I have to say that at this point me headache finally gave up and b*ggered off.

Moral of the story…when you go home sick, take the phone off the hook and bolt the doors.

Cheers

Gary

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I have just one thing to say….EEEEWWWWWWW!!!!:P dont worry T5…i have had worst incidents like these.