Adam Chromý's Blog, page 10

Please fire me. Few months ago my coworker tried to open a champagne bottle with a corkscrew because...

Please fire me. Few months ago my coworker tried to open a champagne bottle with a corkscrew because she didn’t know any other way to do it. She is now my manager.

Please fire me. One of the moms I babysit for thinks it’s ok to pay me $10 for watching her 2...

Please fire me. One of the moms I babysit for thinks it’s ok to pay me $10 for watching her 2 children regardless of if I’ve had them 1, 6, or 72 hours. Seriously. I watched them over the entire weekend in my home while she went on a business trip.  When she came home she handed me a crisp $10 bill even though we had agreed on significantly more.  When I complained and threatened to never work for her again she told me I should “be grateful for the business.”

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Please fire me. I work in a small town funeral home. Occasionally I get called out in the middle of...

Please fire me. I work in a small town funeral home. Occasionally I get called out in the middle of the night to assist the coroner with difficult situations. Got called to the local adult theater recently. This particular establishment had individual booths fully equipped with “glory holes.” Apparently a middle aged gentleman had passed while receiving oral pleasure at the glory hole from an anonymous man in the neighboring booth. He was a very large man and the door was locked. The paramedics had managed to break away part of the door; enough to determine this man was indeed dead. We had to dismantle the rest of the door to get him out. He was a VERY large man. His pants were off and he was covered in various bodily fluids and blood from a gash suffered when he fell, among “other” things. I had the pleasure of wearing most of these fluids, leaking from various openings in this fat rednecks body. Interesting evening to say the least. To top it off, I was charged with making the funeral arrangements the next day with his lovely wife.

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Please fire me. I’m starting to fantasize about being in a car accident on the way to work just to...

Please fire me. I’m starting to fantasize about being in a car accident on the way to work just to get out of having to deal with my idea-stealing, credit-taking, back-stabbing bully of a boss.  My car is four days old and I’m willing to sacrificed it just to have a reason not to go to work.

Please fire me. I try to avoid using pill or RX drugs, and instead try to use at home/diy/herbal...

Please fire me. I try to avoid using pill or RX drugs, and instead try to use at home/diy/herbal remedies. This has turned into straight up “stoner” jokes at my office (I’ve never touched cannabis in my life). One of my supervisors overheard these jokes and I have been told I will now be given random drug screenings.

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Think your day at work was bad? Anonymous employees share why they want to be fired

Think your day at work was bad? Anonymous employees share why they want to be fired:

Have you had a bad day at work? Yes? So have these guys and it was probably worse than yours.

Please Fire Me at sheknows.com

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Please fire me. I work at a self-serve frozen yogurt shop, not a buffet. The amount of times I have...

Please fire me. I work at a self-serve frozen yogurt shop, not a buffet. The amount of times I have to tell people that can’t come back and get more without paying is astonishing.

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Think your job is bad? Read these funny stories from angry employees

Think your job is bad? Read these funny stories from angry employees:

Tumblr blog Please Fire Me has stories from disgruntled fast food workers, shop assistants and teachers. They include faeces in changing rooms, sexting teens, abusive parents and greedy kids.

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Please fire me. Today, a man walked into my local McDonalds and asked for a vegan sausage McMuffin.

Please fire me. Today, a man walked into my local McDonalds and asked for a vegan sausage McMuffin.

Please fire me. I had a man come in with a pair of shoes to return. He was complaining that they had...

Please fire me. I had a man come in with a pair of shoes to return. He was complaining that they had torn and when I opened the box, they looked to be at least 6 months old: worn, cracked and caked in mud and who knows what else. We have no time limit on returns. So he went, got another pair and sure enough his receipt had at least two others stapled to it. Exchange receipts. He’s been exchanging his shoes for new ones for the better part of a year.