What is the worst thing YOU have done in work?

sopretty wrote: »

Lol

Yes, the fear of f**ping up is a wee bit of a disaster for the old anxiety. Entering the extra digit that one time made me paranoid about entering figures into anything binding. Sweet Jebus I'd have to check and check and check until I was seeing zeros in my dreams at the end!

Putting up with an obnoxious prick for over eleven years. When I think back on it I really did have the patience of Job to put up with all his nastiness for so long. Nowadays I'm in a different department, just one floor up from where I used to work with him. I blank him now any time I see him.

Wasn’t a million miles from burning down the library in Ucd back in around 2007 ish. Lucky escape.

I once spent €808,000 on a printer that couldn't fit in the door of the printing room.

The boss promoted me and increased my bonus that year. My next job was to manage the development of a children's hospital....

Political satire....edgy.

Posted in 2014. Wonder where he is now. Either in jail or signing on regularly in his local Garda station, I should think.

Not work, but back in the late 80's I was volunteering at a Christmas party in a nursing home (State owned), when I was 14 or 15. There were two buckets of punch; one alcoholic, one non-alcoholic. I was wheeling these around and doling them out in paper cups to the residents who were bed ridden. There were two different coloured stickers on the beds and one crowd were supposed not to get alcohol under any circumstances. Sometimes to do with medication, some had dementia, some were life long Pioneers (Teetotalers).

Dozy bollix that I was at 14, I wasn't paying attention to what the nurse said and I got the colours mixed up.

I was going around with some idiot in his 50's from the local Rotary Club, he was also Captain of the local Golf Club and an all round egositical tosser. He did nothing, just shook hands, I did all the work.

20 minutes in and the first people started to get sick, or go mad. One of the nurses copped what was up and came after me. (The residents who were allowed to drink alcohol were also complaining that their punch was crap as there was no alcohol in it). There was uproar, I was getting berated by the tosser from the Rotary Club until one of the nurses told him that he should have been paying attention and then they started to blame him. I was told to go home.

I'll never forget walking back through the wards, the smell of vomit and people roaring at each other after a few mouthfuls of alcohol. never heard anything about it after that, but I never forgot it either.

I often call into the office at night to poo or rouse my own toilet paper

I deleted emails I was supposed to open and answer. let the wind blow away files one time.

Oh actually when I was 18 years old, I worked at a café.

One day while I was mopping the floor, one of the plugs from the rice cooker fell fully into the mop bucket, submerged fully in the water.

I was terrified of getting into trouble, so I didn't say anything, and the next morning I watched the woman who worked with me, take the plug and put it in the wall as normal and she got a huge shock...

Awful I know!