Stupid coworker stories thread number 984,345,043

Reminds me of someone I knew who worked in a building (many years ago) that still allowed smoking indoors. She was the only smoker in the department, but had a private office so she smoked there.

Two career crones in the department decided they didn’t like her and suddenly started complaining constantly about her smoking. They could smell the smoke at their desks and it made them sick and was killing their plants. :rolleyes: Everybody knew it was utter crap and mostly ignored them.

My friend decided to stop smoking in her office, in an effort to keep the peace. However, since she didn’t make a grand announcement to that effect, said crones kept harping incessantly about her smoking, how sick it was making them, yadda yadda yadda. The people she actually worked with knew she’d stopped and asked her about it, but she told them not to worry about it, just keep ignoring the bitching.

Eventually the head of the department got tired of hearing about it, called my friend in, and said “I know this building allows smoking, and I really don’t have grounds for forbidding you to smoke, but could you please not smoke in your office so these two will shut up?” With hidden glee, my friend smiled and said “I quit smoking in there six months ago because they were complaining. Isn’t it interesting that they can’t tell the difference?” :smiley:

I don’t think she ever went back to smoking in her office, and the building went smoke-free within a few years - but the crones really shot their reputations with management. :cool:

I used to go parachuting with a guy like that. For the first (say) thirty minutes of your acquaintance you would be intensely irritated by everything he said and did. After that you just treated it as a great big joke, like everyone else did.

I had a manager at a contract job that bugged the hell out of me. One of the guys in the group quit when he found out that she was going to be taking over. He warned me to get out. I wish I had listened.

My introduction to her was when she attended a project meeting in place of the team lead, so she could learn about what we did. The group I was in tested dynamic forms, and we had a horribly complicated one coming up in this project. Normally we try to test every iteration through form. That was going to be impossible with this one, as there was nearly 300k different paths through it. So during the meeting I asked the PM if she had received anything from the client about which iterations they wanted tested. She starts to say something, and my boss interrupts with ‘Oh, we’re testing all of them.’ Everyone in the room slowly turns to her, and each of us, one at a time, tries to explain to her why we can’t do this. She responds to all of us with the same thing: ‘We’re testing all of them.’ I gave her the numbers we worked out, the estimations we had, etc. After trying to explain to her again, she suddenly declares ‘We’ll have to talk about this. The meeting’s over.’ It wasn’t her meeting, she was supposed to be there as an observer. So everyone stands up to leave, and she says ‘Hotflungwok, you stay.’ I sit back down, and she spends the next 10 minutes yelling at me. ‘I’ve been a tester for 8 years, (I have 5 years) don’t tell me how to test, I can’t believe you contradicted me in front of other people, you’re on my team etc etc.’ I apologized, and tried to explain to her how that’s not what I was doing, but she just cut me off and kept going.

The next day, she suddenly shows up at my desk, and demands to see this complicated form. When I go to get it, she notices that it’s still in development, and doesn’t want to see it anymore. She goes to talk to the group lead, comes back, and demands to see a different form. I open it. She says ‘Pick a section, and test it.’ I open the test documentation, and go through all the test cases for a section. She stops me constantly with ‘Why didn’t you test that’ (it’s not what you told me to test) and ‘You missed this’ (that’s not how the forms work). When I finish she gets up and walks away.

Later, she sends an email to our group asking if we had all been trained in testing something on the internal system. Our lead replied that we had. I had been trained in it a few days before, and by trained I mean that someone sat me down and walked me through it. I had never actually done it. She says that she’s going to test all of us. So I go down to the lab she wants to do the test in, and says she wants me to test this form. So I pull out the notes I had made from the training and get to it. At a certain point I have to stop, because a system I need is down. She says she’ll ask questions instead. In what log file do I find this value? I pick up my notes to find the answer and she says ‘Don’t look at that.’ I say that I won’t be able to answer the question without it, and she just nods and says ‘That’s interesting.’ She keeps asking questions, most of which I can’t answer. Eventually she says that we’re done. And she walks away.

One day, she wants to talk to me. We go to a meeting room, and she starts asking me questions about what time I get to work (before her), what time I leave (before her), and what I do for lunch (eat at my desk while working). She says it’s company policy that you can’t work through lunch, and that I had to take an hour off for lunch. Just about everyone else I work with there works through lunch, and no one else seems to have a problem with it. I said that I didn’t want to lose an entire hour for something that took 15 min, could I just take half an hour? She says that I will have to get special permission for it. I say ‘Well, can I?’ Finally, she declares that I had to email her every morning when I came in, and every evening when I left.

Her weekly team meetings became something of a joke. Every meeting, she had a ‘skit’ that she wanted us to do. Up to 5 people were chosen, given roles (like PM, developer, QA, etc), and given a situation (rollout failed last night) and we had to pretend that we were there. but we had to keep our roles secret, as everyone else had to guess what they were. There was no direction, no goal, nothing but the roles and situation, so we never did what she wanted. She always had to step in and tell us to do something else. One meeting we had to discuss the installation and testing of a new table. That ended when we started talking about how to load test it. Another meeting we had to discuss making cookies.

She also had us give 5 minute speeches on either a work related topic, or a personal topic, all chosen randomly from a jar. An Indian woman was supposed to give a speech on her favorite car. She had never driven in her life. I was supposed to give a speech about my favorite sport. I don’t like sports. Half of them ended in embarrassed mumbling or something completely different.

I kept the guy who left updated on all this. He always responded with ‘I told you so.’

No, just an idiot. Did you miss the post wondering why she is not bothered when her female coworkers are on their period? The smell’s all in her head, generated by either a needle phobia or sheer bitchiness.

Coworker: I guess there’s clouds in space?
Me: What?
Coworker: There are clouds in space.
Me: (Thinking he must be talking about nebulae) What do you mean?
Coworker: Well, it says here that there’s snow on Mars.
Me: Mars has an atmosphere.
Coworker: But mars is in space.
Me: So’s the Earth. :confused:
Coworker: Oh. Yeah. I guess. (I still don’t think he understood! He’s like 32 years old!)

Our front desk receptionist just asked her supervisor why she couldn’t work from home sometimes like the other support staff (report typists).

Not only is that fantastic, but it reminds me of the Family Guy episode where Brian’s girlfriend is talking about “specific time”…

I just remembered another airhead I worked with about 23 years ago. I don’t know what her problems were, other than lying to get a carpool parking space and cheating on her time cards and spending lots of time at her desk reading women’s magazines. I also don’t recall the specific conversation, but once she informed me that men who like women who shaved their private areas were perverts who secretly wanted to do little girls. :eek:

She was dead serious.

In the land of typists’ center, we have a row of cubes. One end had a series of file cabinets across it, making it an enclosed area. You could only walk down along the front of the cubes. A couple of years ago we had a legal assistant who positioned files and paper all over her desk. All to hide the TV she had mounted under her ledge. She was able to remove and hide the damn thing before getting caught. She also had a habit at the end of the day of gathering her tasks and placing them in her neighbor’s in box.

One of the other typists offered the empty file cabinets to a paralegal, thereby creating an alternate path to the back office. Once everyone started walking beind the typists, the TV was found. She removed it. After a while, she took to reading books, with her earphones in as if listening to dictation. The senior partner stood behind her for 12 minutes before ol’ Laura figured it out.

While packing up her stuff, she’s ranting that he needed to look at those other typists because they were obviously too concerned about what others were doing and not doing their work.

LOL. Awesome. :stuck_out_tongue:

My old roommate wasn’t a manager but he was the most senior employee and as such assumed much of the responsibilities in between the revolving door of managers. He had more “time clock abuse” than anyone I could possibly imagine.

Any “work” was timed from the point he left the house to the time he got back. If he worked from 1:00-2:00 that counted as 2 hours since it took him 20 minutes to get to work (rounding up!). If he was “supervising” an 8 hour event, he’d set everyone up, give them his cell phone number if something went wrong and come home and hang out for 5 hours until the event was done.

He’d put an hour on his time card for…wait for it…filling out his time card.

Playing trivial pursuit I asked the guy reading out a question “Is it in italics” “No it’s in English” came his reply. But he was only fourteen :slight_smile: at the time.

Pretty sure most 14 yr olds know what italics are, but I guess it is a little better than coming from an adult.
When I was in middle school, a guy answered “California” in a geography bee to a question that began with “What country…” He was flustered, however, and recognized his mistake right away. Didn’t stop us from poking fun at him after class, though.

I don’t have many, because I’m rather fortunate in that I don’t really have to interact much with my coworkers (bus driver). In most situations, I rarely see them during regular working hours and if someone is established as being ‘annoying’ its really easy to simply avoid them.

Unfortunately, a few weeks ago I had to take some re-training and this involved about a dozen drivers getting into groups with trainers. One of the coworkers of mine who was grouped with me was passive-agressive, and instantly took an arbitrary dislike of me. I don’t have a problem with that- I’m there to drive a bus, not to make friends. However during the week of training she was frequently trying to antagonize me.

One task we were doing that week involved familiarizing ourselves with various routes we would be driving in the coming quarter. Since I was unfamiliar with the routes, and since I have a bad sense of direction, I needed to have my co-worker basically give turn-by-turn directions for me. Now in training this is a given and all drivers get this privlege. It also gives the other driver something to do while they are sitting around in the bus waiting their turn to drive. Coworker, however, refused to do it, and had the nerve to say, “Incubus is a bus driver, he should know where he’s going, when he’s out of training he wont have someone sitting behind him helping him” :mad: It made me angry and made me feel incompetent in front of the instructor because I already have to work 10x harder than everybody else to get my bearings/not get lost.

When driving home, I was so mad about it I imagined filing a grievance against the coworker through our union, and ‘getting her back’ by bogging her down in red tape as they investigated the complaint. In my mind, I didn’t have to ‘win’ I just knew the hassle of being investigated would piss her off. However, after I calmed down, I realized I didn’t have to do anything- I only had to put up with her for a week, and why get bent out of shape over a remark said by a driver who already had 2 accidents in less than a year and was pending a suspension for tardiness? Sometimes life is the best revenge :cool:

That must be a common error. I remember watching Family Feud and the question was something like, “Name a country with a lot of snow” and the majority answer was Alaska. <sigh>

Keep in mind here that I work in medicine. A few weeks ago a coworker was looking for a doctor to answer a question for her but was willing to settle for a med student. The question: how long does a tubal last?. I don’t know if she’s a CNA or an RN. She was very disapointed when I told her that a tubal ligation is supposed to render you permanently sterile. I know someone must have explained this to her at the time of the procedure. People who do sterilization are very careful to make sure patients know this is permanent, it keeps them from getting sued as often. I really hope she’s not an RN. I don’t want to believe that there are nurses working who have that poor an understanding of human biology.

I once had a coworker who complained, quite vocally, to most everyone in the (tiny) office that I hadn’t contributed any cash towards a going-away gift for a departing co-worker. That caught me totally by surprise for two reasons: one, I really hadn’t known it was that common to give an employee a going-away gift (come to think of it - is this a British thing, possibly?), and two, it was my third day working there. The woman who was leaving was perfectly nice, but I wasn’t about to help buy her a farewell gift after working in the same office as her for three whole days.

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Living in New Mexico has taught me that, sadly, many, many Americans have very little idea what’s in the country and what’s not. I once had to explain to a customer service guy from UPS of all places where New Mexico was. By that I mean I had to walk him through: Okay, you know where Colorado is? And Arizona? And Texas? New Mexico is the big space between those three and old Mexico. It drives me insane.

I have a friend who, when trying to get a driver’s license in Texas, was told she’d have to take a driving test, written test, and fill out a lot of other paperwork. She had a valid DL from Alaska, but was told they couldn’t simply transfer DL’s from another country.

Can you put that in English, please? I don’t speak Italics.

Baker, that same thing happened to my stepdad in Georgia; he had a license from Guam, and the three people there simply didn’t believe that it wasn’t foreign. sigh Eventually they gave in, but really!

OMG, sometimes I think the battle against ignorance is a losing one.

In my friend’s case she got her license without all that crap, but had to get the clerk’s supervisor. She said even that worthy seemed a little unsure, but let the issue go because she didn’t want the hassle of dealing with an irritated customer.