What's your work related horror story? (No gore involved)

[Lord_Mothy]

Back during the 2010's, I was working at a lumber mill as a wood grinder tech. It was probably the most boring thing I've ever done aside from this one fateful day. We had just gotten a new bunch of temps, three were Mexican and only one of 'em spoke enough English to translate (or so we thought.) And just guess who has to deal with the Three Amigos? This guy.

It goes about as well as it can, them sending the English one over to ask me about how machines work, me keeping a hawk eye on 'em so they don't get killed by a mulcher. Well, about 3 hours into my shift, the English speaker comes running into my office, talking about everyone smelling burning rubber. So I jump up, throw the guy out of my way, grab a fire extinguisher, and sprint out to the lot to make sure they didn't break anything.

About halfway there, I hear a loud bang and see everyone but Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum looking up. Turns out, the machine had a belt issue and was steadily getting wound up. As we all know, when you stretch rubber too far, it snaps. When this belt snapped, it popped the housing for the mechanism straight up about 100~ feet. Mind you, this housing is about the size of a Prius.

I look down and see Pedro and Jose not paying attention and maybe 5 seconds from becoming one helluva mess to clean up. I start shouting, "¡Mira alto, mira alto!" Neither one even move. I drop the extinguisher and break into a full run, the whole time telling these two morons in Spanish to look up and move away, and they ain't getting it.

Next thing I know, POW, the housing lands not two feet from where they were standing. Massive cracks in the pavement, housing completely destroyed, and two dumbstruck Mexicans staring with mouths agape. I finally get over there, completely out of breath, and hear Pedro go, without not even so much as an accent, "Holy shit, we could've fuckin died." Perfect damn english. Jose on the other hand, proceeds to go "Jesus Christ." shit his pants, and faint.

Turns out, all three of 'em were born Americans who'd never even SEEN Mexico and were trying to pull a damn prank. The reason neither of them reacted to my shouting? THEY DIDN'T SPEAK SPANISH.

Moral of the story: Pay attention at work, and don't lie to your boss, because if not, he can't tell you if a massive hunk of metal is about to make you sidewalk meat.

 

[Elpresador]

Few stories Iv trapped by hand in a conveyor belt
Iv had a ratchet strap snap and nearly take my eye out within millimetres
And nearly been belted around the head by a jcb excavator

 

[Bill Murray]

American Airlines lost my luggage once

 

[JohnAirplane]

I just thought that this would be a comical post. As we all experience some kind of work related non gore horror story once or many times during our lives.
So, I'll start this off.


This happened in August 2020. I was at the shop as usual. I didn't have many clients that day so I was just sitting around drawing. Around mid-afternoon a woman walks into the shop looking to get 3 tattoos. She wanted a female tattooist to do the job because she was Muslim (She told me that her husband wanted her to get the tattoos). And being that I was the only female tattooist there, I had to do the job. Fine, right?
So, we discuss the designs (Tribal) she wanted and got her set up with the paperwork, charged her the payment and I prepared the stencils and put up partition screens because the tattoos were one tramp stamp, one on her breast and one above her pubic area. So, I get her to my station and start placing the stencils, she then says in a passive manner to, "Excuse the smell". I, at that moment, didn't have any idea what she had meant. So I kept applying the stencils as she stood there. The first tattoo I did was the breast one, which went smoothly and took about a half hour, put the covering on it and that was that. But, when I got her to lay down so I can do the tramp stamp, I noticed a slight musky odor, but it wasn't anything much, so I kept tattooing for about an hour until that one was done. Covered that one and that was that for that one. So, when I got to the third and final tattoo, the one above her pubic area, I had her flip over on the tattoo bed and her legs spread open a bit while she was situating herself on her back.. that's when I seen this yucky ass brown stain on the crotch of her light colored spandex pants, and at that moment, I really started to smell the disgusting putrid stench wafting in the air. It was HORRID! I can't even begin to tell you how bad it was! My eyes started to burn and water, and even though I had my mask on, it didn't help much. I remember thinking to myself, "Oh my God G, hurry up through this horror show!" I didn't say anything to her about it, I just kept tattooing. But I was miserable. That final tattoo took me a little over an hour. I pulled those lines and colored it in as fast as I could without messing it up. Finally, when I was finished, I covered it and hurried Mrs. Crotchrot out of my station. She thanked me, tipped me and left. I can't remember how much Madacide I used to clean everything, but it was a lot! And a lot of air freshener to boot!
For the rest of the day I had that smell stuck in my nose. And to this day, I gag every time I tell the story. Simply, simply, disgusting.

Haha I have a fun one to share, excuse my spelling please tho, its not my first language. So a year ago I started working part time in a small shop as retail clerk. And I was new to the job and one day I get there and my boss was like: Yo, you have to clean up the mess you left last week in the WC. So I was like: What? I wasnt here last week. So we go to the back and she says well then It was a truck driver that probably had to use the restroom after delivering supplies. So my chef leaves me infront of the WC, so I go get cleaning supplies and go in there thinking please just let this be a quick one. Sadly it wasnt just a quick scrub, it took me like 1 hour to get everything done because the guy literally smeared his poop in a vertical way to the room ceiling and below the toilette was so much fucking piss, that I was like how JUST fucking how, Is it possible to leave something like this behind. again sorry for the grammar hopefully it was understandable, have a good day guys,n girls

 

[ArmageddonWatcher]

Forklift truck story from the 90's:

I once put a pallet at the top of a warehouse rack with four heavy (200 liter) drums of chemicals on it. Soon after, they all fell from 5 meters high because the pallet broke due to a weak spot in the wood.

I was already in another part of the warehouse but damn, I still remember the intense sound of all that weight falling from 5 meter on a concrete floor. When I went back to look I had this eerie feeling, knowing that co-workers regularly walked through that section as well, some of them just to take the fastest route to their apartment. If people had been under it, they would have died or at least been heavily wounded/mutilated. 😱💀

But...sigh...since that wasn't the case, this story is still horror and not gore. 😬

 

[IFellOffTheRoof]

I was about 18 or 19, working a brand new job at an Arby's. I worked the fry machine at the time.
You see, these machines have the oil pass through a filter at the bottom of the unit, to filter out particles of food and carbon when washing the oil. If you push a button on the front, it stops frying and pushes the oil through the filter, but you must not remove the filter when it is washing the oil.
Anyway, it's about midway through my shift, when someone removes the filter to swap it out with a new one. Me, in my state of autopilot, heard the "WASH OIL" notification go off. So, what do I do?
*beep*
Oil. Blows. Everywhere.
I'm talking a tsunami of grease. Literally just fucking gushes out the bottom of this damn thing. A 10'x12' section of the kitchen is flooded with oil, in the middle of the goddamn lunch rush with 8 people in the drive through. Hooooly shit I saw my life flash before my eyes.
Talk about a mess

 

[morefiend]

Redirect Notice

 

[whiteboyopie]

The ship I worked on hired two black affirmative action hires. Males. They slept in. Partied at night. ( strictly forbidden if white). Left the deck at their whim. Napped when "tired". We were told to keep quite or we get fired.
I figured it's all good. Two more black losers who won't be of any threat to whites being at sea. And will never amount to anything.
I win !