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L8tnIt

... Comes out at night
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Most of us have jobs. And these jobs give us a wealth of experiences.
Let's all share our experiences and see just how awesome people can be when at work!

... Or some other bullshit. We all are Adults, so language isn't an issue :devil:
 
Most of us have jobs. And these jobs give us a wealth of experiences.
Let's all share our experiences and see just how awesome people can be when at work!

... Or some other bullshit. We all are Adults, so language isn't an issue :devil:

Ok, I got one. I was 18 year old and working at Dallas Fort Worth international airport. It was just after 9/11, so things were a little...tense.

Part of our monthly routine was for the supervisors to prepare us for the FAA tests, which consisted mostly of tossing a fake 'explosive device' onto the conveyor belt of the x-ray machine.

Proper procedure was to stop the device inside the machine and call the CSS (supervisor) over to confer. IF both agree that there is in fact a possible bomb, you quietly pick up the phone and call the airport Police and report it, while the CSS starts shutting down the check point within a self-contained steel cage. But one day we had a rookie being tested and...

He stands up, pale white and shouts "Bomb!!!"

People panic and alarms go off and craziness ensues. In the end we had to bring an entire plane full of people back and recheck every one of them. The flight was delayed by several hours and the kid got fired.
 
Sucking up tractor-trailer exhaust fumes in this cold-as-sh!t weather can suck to no end!
 
a far better story from me

My 1st Security gig was working at a 4 star Hotel on Valentine's Day Weekend.
Whenever there was a Noise Complaint, I was sent to the room to address the situation.

I would bring a Sharpie marker & a pad of Post-ots with me... And mark my score from 1.0 to 10. The farther I heard the couple- the better the score! ;)
Only one couple got a 9.7... They were heard above, below, & 3 doors away!

This was the beginning of a very interesting career...
 
My 1st Security gig was working at a 4 star Hotel on Valentine's Day Weekend.
Whenever there was a Noise Complaint, I was sent to the room to address the situation.

I would bring a Sharpie marker & a pad of Post-ots with me... And mark my score from 1.0 to 10. The farther I heard the couple- the better the score! ;)
Only one couple got a 9.7... They were heard above, below, & 3 doors away!

This was the beginning of a very interesting career...

Sounds like some great material for some great real-life inspired stories!

I've always wondered what our "neighbors" think when we have hotel sex getaways. ;)
 
Sounds like some great material for some great real-life inspired stories!

I've always wondered what our "neighbors" think when we have hotel sex getaways. ;)

Sometimes, it wasn't so Hot & Sexy...
A buddy was guarding a No-Tell Hotel in a ghetto. He knocked on the door &spoke,
" Excuse me Sir... Sir. While I, nor this establishment, are against same-sex relationships & expressing them; I must ask you to please close the blinds to your room. It is inappropriate to be viewed by the public in such a manner..."

Sorry, these were not two hot young dudes. These were overweight, bulge-flapping guys going at it. I had to treat my buddy to a shot of tequila for his suffering
 
Sometimes, it wasn't so Hot & Sexy...
A buddy was guarding a No-Tell Hotel in a ghetto. He knocked on the door &spoke,
" Excuse me Sir... Sir. While I, nor this establishment, are against same-sex relationships & expressing them; I must ask you to please close the blinds to your room. It is inappropriate to be viewed by the public in such a manner..."

Sorry, these were not two hot young dudes. These were overweight, bulge-flapping guys going at it. I had to treat my buddy to a shot of tequila for his suffering

Hey, who says only hot, airbrushed young model types accentuated by good lighting and a bit of help from Photoshop are the only ones who can have hot sex? I'm certainly not one of those types, but when my gentleman friend says the best sex he's ever had has been with me (and he's given me several very specific reasons why), it's a beautiful and mind-blowing thing for both of us. And I have to admit some of the times we've shared in hotel rooms blows away what happens at home. There's something about really letting myself go at a hotel that blows away they comfort and familiarity of my own home and bed.

Here's a hotel sex-inspired story from my blog ... Keeping Things Interesting
 
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You aint seen nothing till you see a rancid old coot in a maximum security state mental hospital fuck a door knob. *shudders*
 
When I was in college, I had a job at a head shop. My cousin got me the job. I admitted that I didn't know much about the paraphernalia they sold. I was told that it didn't matter, the less I knew the better, and that it was suggested the only thing we said was, "We don't sell anything that's used for illegal purposes," when we were asked how certain items were used. Actually, I was brought in mostly to move the rocker/new wave clothing and shoes they carried. (They had some really cool stuff.)

But after a few days on the job, most of the business was in selling pipes and bongs. In my conscience, I just couldn't do it. I quit after four days.
 
You aint seen nothing till you see a rancid old coot in a maximum security state mental hospital fuck a door knob. *shudders*

Hahahahaha! I know someone who works at a state mental hospital. She works with inmates held there who are mentally unfit to stand trial. Some of them are there for few days. Some of them are there for years. She says most of them are pretty harmless except for one guy who whips out his schlong and masturbates wherever and in front of whoever is around.

It takes a special kind of person to work at a place like that. She's one of those people. She's somewhat amused by extreme drama.
 
Ms MsQuote;
I salute your friend for being strong of character to help those who are unable to help themselves.
You are completely right- this kind of work does need a specific kind of individual. Yoir friend is an example to be followed & recognized.
 
Hahahahaha! I know someone who works at a state mental hospital. She works with inmates held there who are mentally unfit to stand trial. Some of them are there for few days. Some of them are there for years. She says most of them are pretty harmless except for one guy who whips out his schlong and masturbates wherever and in front of whoever is around.

It takes a special kind of person to work at a place like that. She's one of those people. She's somewhat amused by extreme drama.

My father did it for 22 years. I lasted 6 months. But it was an interesting 6 months. I learned a bit about how to play chess from a serial killer.

*shrugs* I've had a weird life.
 
Nevyn_Black; *shrugs* I've had a weird life.[/QUOTE said:
Who hasn't. That is half the fun of people filling in on this thread... To hear the weird sh!t that happens in real life.

Or at least that was my intent when I started this thread...
 
Who hasn't. That is half the fun of people filling in on this thread... To hear the weird sh!t that happens in real life.

Or at least that was my intent when I started this thread...

You ever look up what celebrities did before they got their first real gig?

Like what restaurant they waited tables at or what club they bar tended. One day, just on a lark, I started looking up some of the old war movie stars, like Clint Eastwood. Did you know he was in the US coast guard during the Korean war and he received a commendation for saving the life of another sailor. He swam like a mile carrying the guy. OH! And if you know who Lee Marvin was, you might be interested to hear that he was at Iwo Jima. Silver star winner.
 
You ever look up what celebrities did before they got their first real gig?

Like what restaurant they waited tables at or what club they bar tended. One day, just on a lark, I started looking up some of the old war movie stars, like Clint Eastwood. Did you know he was in the US coast guard during the Korean war and he received a commendation for saving the life of another sailor. He swam like a mile carrying the guy. OH! And if you know who Lee Marvin was, you might be interested to hear that he was at Iwo Jima. Silver star winner.

Gotta respect those who Protect our Country*

*no disrespect to non-American members of Lit who are not trying to destroy the US. Especially Australians... You seem too cool for me!*
 
respect for the Bouncer at a bar

These are people who have an obnoxious job:

They remain sober while everyone else gets drunk,
The Bouncer isn't supposed to 'interact' with cliental... So no hitting on the Hot Girls,
They are the ones paid to deal with the Assholes who ruin everyone else's fun,
They are paid to get into fights, yet have no insurance to cover them if they get hurt,
Bouncers are usually the last people to leave the establishment- well after closing...

They have it rough. Treat your Bouncer well. It is the difference from him (or her) calming the situation down... Or just kicking your ass & throwing you out the door!
 
What are some other things that have been witness on the job that makes you wish that you can scrub your eyeballs afterwards?

These are the stories that make our jobs interesting!
 
I must be going Bonkers

I am hoping that my Client in Nowhere wants me to work. Then, I will be pulling my regular 12hr shifts from Wed to Sun (yes, 5 nights in succession!) Through Thanksgiving!

It is this, or even more In-law Hell... At least if I do get the shifts, I get paid ;)
 
I am hoping that my Client in Nowhere wants me to work. Then, I will be pulling my regular 12hr shifts from Wed to Sun (yes, 5 nights in succession!) Through Thanksgiving!

It is this, or even more In-law Hell... At least if I do get the shifts, I get paid ;)

Fingers crossed. Smooches! ;)
 
Counting

Where I am now, I am nearing the end of having worked 36 days straight without a day off from my night job. I am also still (mostly) arriving on time after I leave here to work my day job, which happens to be physically enduring at best.

I invite people to keep counting with me :tired:
 
still counting

I had someone hanging around yesterday.
Today is #38
 
While this certainly is a cakewalk compared with folks who work in mental units or two jobs and still going 38 hours later, I used to work at a yogurt shop in college. All of the employees were high school and college aged girls, and we had a flasher who would come in every now and then. He'd wear super short red running shorts, sit at a table facing us at the counter, and open his legs wide. Could see everything. Twig and berries, the full Monty. We'd call the cops on him, but he always bolted before they showed up.

He could only fool each of us once - we'd of course recognize him after that. But he'd still try to sneak in if it was busy, then give us a quick show. Gross.
 
the streak has ended!

Yesterday was my first day off from my security job in 41 days!
That almost seems unreal, doesn't it?
 
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