Most Outrageous Stories (c-Stories) (TM)

I worked for an insurance company about two or three years ago. Everyone there knew that one of the Vice Presidents..(my boss) and his Administrative Assistant were having an affair. To make a long story short, Human Resources was made aware and the assistant was moved to another department. The day this happened, my boss walked in, shocked to see a different assistant and clearly upset wailed, "Where is my Admin.?!" When someone told him HR. He said, “who moved my Admin. HR moved my Admin? We all had a quiet chuckle in the lunch room that day!

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I am a recruiter for an employment staffing company. One day I was interviewing a prospective candidate for a recruiting position. She was an attractive, "fresh out of college" female. I concluded my interview and the candidate left the office. Almost immediately, my door opened and my director walked in with a big smile. "Wow, she's a knockout! Give me her number!" I thought he was joking, but he said, "No, really." I disgustedly told him there was no way I could give that information out. Bad work ethic, go to a bar, blah, blah, blah. Well, a few months later we had another position opening and I called that candidate back in for an interview. (I hired someone else for the first job) At the conclusion of that interview she said, "I need to let you know that John Smith (name change) called me after my first interview and asked me out for coffee. I didn't know who he was and how he got my number so of course I declined. Did you give it to him?" I assured her I did not and apologized. She was hired, also. Obviously, John Smith had the nerve to go through the resume's on my desk when I was out of my office and got her number! Pretty daring, all for a number. I guess lust and testosterone rule the thought process!

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On one of my first days on the job, I decided to make myself some breakfast... So I decided to heat up a pop tart from the vending machine. I wrapped it in a paper towl and put it on for 30 seconds... well I guess I hit an extra 0. After a minute the room was engulfed with smoke, and everyone had to leave the building. I was so embarrassed The worst part... we have major clients coming in and the place smelled like shi* Two weeks later a gift came across my desk... a box of pop tarts with caution tape wrapped the box LOL Ouch :)

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I worked with a sales Rep. in Pennsylvania many years ago. We had a contest going on at the time so there was alot of buzz in the field. We were out making calls together and it started raining. When we pulled in the parking lot to make our next call. We reviewed our data and I was prepared to step out of the car to make the call. When I opened the car door, he said; "Sorry, I don't work in the rain!". It was funny the first four times he said it. After that, it was not funny! he was never that successful, and I understood why after that day.

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I was in the middle of a conference call from my home with my team of agents. My husband signaled me at my office door and I put the mute button on (so I thought) He was in his underwear and said, "Come on, I've been waiting forever!" I replied, "Honey, I'll be there in a minute. Your sex (I used a different word) awaits you! I returned to my call...only to hear uncontrollable laughing on the other end of the line...no, i did not mute the phone! Talk about being embarrassed for a loooong time!

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There was five of us that were building a corporate team. The process included interviewing hundreds of people so we got pretty close and trusted each other. There were two young guys (I will call them, Justin and Dave) in there late twenties, a conservsative family guy with three kids (Bob), an attractive woman in her mid to late twenties (I will call her Tiffany)and me a "Plain Jane". I can still "Bob" telling the story to me (I am more on the conservative side myself). "Yep, I walked into the office and Justin & Dave were very focused while looking at a file with what looked like pictures. They both agreed that they liked a certain picture and Tiffany thanked them for their honest opinions'". "Than Tiffany asked me to be very honest and to pick which picture I liked the best?" I began looking through with what proved to be a modeling portfolio. Justin & Dave were watching my every expression & reaction. The last picture, well, (Bob took a long pause) Tiffany was as naked as a Jaybird." Justin and Dave chose the nude, Bob chose a picture where Tiffany was fully dressed. She never asked me my opinion. Unbelievable! I am not sure if she evr made it in modeling!

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The story about not working in the rain reminded me about a situation I found myslf in a few years back. In my third year of teaching, I was placed in a first grade classroom. The class had twice as many students as was acceptable by the district, so a new teacher had to be hired. The new teacher arrived and she was placed in my room so we could team teach. I taught in the morning, because that was too early for her and she was unable to pronounce spelling words clearly enough for the students to understand what she was saying. Right after lunch, she would teach math and I would walk around helping students or I would be grading the morning's work. Well, on her first Friday here, we came in from lunch and I was waiting for her to start her lesson 5 minutes passes, 10 minutes then I tell her the students are restless and waiting for her to start their math lesson. Her exact words were, " Oh, didn't I tell you? I don't teach on Fridays." I couldn't believe, but she never did, and when the class was split into two separate rooms, she put the lessons on the board on her first day in there and played cards, on the computer, for the rest of the year (the lesson never changed from that first day). Needless to say she was not rehired for the next school year.

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I actually worked for a mid- size pharma company where the president was making decisions on the amount of money a rep was allowed to spend on lunches. The sales force was only 75 people, but the president controlled every detail down to the sales message. Talk about de-motivating!!

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I dearly love sales and especially pharma sales. To me, each call is an adventure. Every customer is unique. My mouth waters as I drive into the doctor’s parking lot. I see nothing, hear nothing, except the vision in my mind of what the next sales call will be like. I get a great big…ahhh…smile on my face just thinking about it! But often my mouth waters because I’ve worked right through breakfast, lunch, and dinner, running only on coffee. Such was the case one evening as I left Monroe Louisiana headed home to New Orleans. I’d been on a roll all day and made twice the number of good sales calls as usual, but I was now weak with a headache and shivering with hunger because I hadn’t eaten in over twenty four hours. Luckily I saw this little country market/deli and slid my sales vehicle sideways into the parking lot. As I walked in I was hit with the aroma of spicy Cajun rotisserie chickens warming in pans right in front of my eyes. I almost fainted with need. I was so frantic to eat, that I grabbed the biggest chicken, pan and all, threw a $20 bill on the counter, and jumped in my sales vehicle. Here I am headed south on a four lane highway, steering the car with my knees, and eating this enormous rotisserie chicken like I’d eat an apple. I mean I was slinging scrapes all over the dashboard and windows in my lust! As people in other cars would pass me, they’d do double takes, staring with bug-eyes and open mouths at the sight of a 200lb man in suit and tie, holding a 5lb chicken in front of his face with both hands, and tearing it apart like a shark. I’d gnash my teeth and snarl like a lion at these gapers and they’d instantly yank their gazes forward. I was in la-la land until about half-way through my feast, the car drifted off the road and hit the curb hard. The impact caused me to drop the chicken and pan right in my lap in order to grab the steering wheel and avoid a headlong flight into the swamp. That chicken must have been cooking all day because a entire quart of warm greasy chicken gravy dumped into my lap. I could actually feel the liquid pour through my suit and wash down my……well…..you get the idea. So now I’m looking at a three hour night drive home while sitting in this stinking slippery puddle. I was so mad that I yanked the window down and spiked that bird as hard as I could onto the highway. My last view of that meal was the explosion of chicken parts as it hit the pavement at seventy mph. And this was one of my easier trips! Stay tuned for more. “The Mighty Sultan” – former GSK rep.

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An engineer I used to work with was a phenomenal employee. A Type A, get the job done, multi-tasker. He was instant messaging a female co-worker back and forth on a project. At the same time, he had another window opened where he was instant messaging a woman he met in a chat room. The instant messaging got pretty hot and heavy. He must of got pretty excited, he ended up sending, lets call it a quite aggressive flirtatious instant message to the wrong person, his coworker. His coworker was appalled. He got the ax.

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