One day I was taking leftovers to work. I was pregnant, so naturally my leftovers were kielbasa and sauerkraut. The lid was not on all the way, and I spilled sauerkraut juice all over my skirt. It was clear, but it smelled.
I also managed to dump toner all over my pants, and one day (I remember this clearly, as I had given myself a file folder cut while filing documents and discovered I had been airing the wrong commercials for a client all month, so it was already not a good day) I dropped the end of my cloth belt in the toilet while I was going to the bathroom and I peed on it.
I haven’t worn a tie to work in 10 years, but I dipped the tie in my lunch more than once back then. And I heard the boss tell a story about dipping his tie in the toilet. i still quite haven’t figured the mechanics out on that one.
Ooh, when I was working at a movie theater, the uniform was black pants, white shirt, black vest, and a tie. At the end of the night, we’d have to clean out the massive popcorn warmers, which meant that by the time you went home, the black you’d been wearing was now caked in yellow popcorn dust. Ugh.
Then there was also the time that I accidentally ripped the bottom corner of my vest, because I accidentally closed my cash drawer on it and could not get it free. But let us speak of happier, less embarrassing things, like absolutely anything in the world.
working as a food manager on a cruise liner, 10 minutes before the captains’ buffet, went into a large walk in refrigerator just as the ship rolled. spent the next week bright purple after a large pan of pickled beetroot landed on me… in my nice white uniform… :smack: :smack: :smack:
twenty years on and i still shudder at the sight of beetroot…
Two jobs ago, they were replacing the carpet in the common area outside my office. Since the old carpets had been ripped up for two weeks I wasn’t paying much attention, but the installers had put down the glue, not put up any sort of tape around it, and gone outside to get the new carpet out of the van. I slipped in the glue, fell on my backside, and had glue from the seat of my pants (jeans, luckily, since I spent half my time in the warehouse) all the way up the back of my shirt. I not only had to go home to change, I had to stick put garbage bags down to avoid glueing myself to the seat in the car, and then peel them off my clothes when I got home. There was no way I was going back till the next day after that one.
Last job was in a call center where you had to go through a thirty-day paid training program and pass a test before being hired. (Sorry, I had been out of work and was desperate.) We were planning a potluck lunch for after the test, and I volunteered to bring cookies, 'cause I make damn good ones. I put them in a big covered container, which went into a big plastic bag for easier carrying because I worked in Boston at the time and had to take the train. A few minutes after being dropped off at the train station, sitting on a bench with the cookies on my lap, I noticed that the blue ink from the print on the bag had rubbed off all over the front of my shirt. My white shirt. I’d be late for work if I walked home, changed, and walked back to the station, so I had no choice but to carry the bag in my arms so it kept anyone from seeing the huge stain. Until I got to work at least, when I had to sit in class all morning like that. I worked across from Filene’s so at breaktime I ran over, bought another shirt, and changed in the bathroom before leaving the store. I also asked for an extra-large bag to bring the cookie container home in.
Since I’m a nurse, I get the 72 year olds who explode with poop on a daily basis. Thank god for scrubs and isolation gear.
I have had everything from blood to brains on me at some point. My job is dirty, smelly and messy, often.
Makes salsa and aquarium mishaps seem ok, no?
Now, in street clothes, I cannot keep my shoes clean. Something is always sprayed on them; I step in something; I scuff them. <sigh>
I’m a sneak. I work the front desk for an architectural firm and really should not be eating at my desk, but the hungry greedy girl inside me insists sometimes. EVERY time I try, I drop something sticky on my slacks or skirt. Then…the visitors arrive for the important meeting and I have to show them to the conference room.
This has been bothering me for a week. Why would anybody need a candle warmer? Would this be because you can’t burn candles at your office? But they’re supposed to burn from the other end. It sounds like a recipe for a mess!
I do know someone who has a potpourri burner, but it has a lid. With holes in it to let the scent out but still–lids are good.
On the bright side, at least you didn’t get glued to the floor. That would have been really embarassing.
I can’t drink white coffee when I’m wearing a white shirt, because it inevitably drips down the front of my shirt. It doesn’t happen when I’m wearing any other color, only white. :rolleyes: I’m usually pretty clean when I’m working, but I’m really a mess when I cook. It’s a good thing I don’t cook for a living.
On the other hand, if I’d gotten glued to the floor, I probably could have parlayed that into at least a week off. Maybe even short-term disability. As it was, I just ended up looking like a huge dork, which probably came as a surprise to no one.
I ripped a nice, big mangina hole in my pants at work today. They’re cheaper slacks, and just a little too baggy, so they sagged down a bit, and then I had to do a quick squat to pick something up, so the crotch fabric got forcibly spread via my knees and rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrip - big mangina hole. Incredible.