Put down a bottle of bleach a little too quickly, a little spurt splashed exactly straight up out of it when it hit the floor and somehow hit me right in the eye. Washed it out in the sink and finished my shift with my eye bright red, instead of, IDK, going to the fucking doctor like I probably should have, because I was young and exploitable.
Not me but a coworker: Found a handgun in our customer’s stuff, started messing around with it. You know the punchline. The bullet went through a few walls, cops got called, he made up some story about how it went off on its own while still in the cabinet which no one believed, somehow still didn’t get in legal trouble. He got fired over the phone before he had even left the customer’s premises.
Got hired to a startup to fix the intranet slowness, started work as everyone was leaving, instantly fucked the router and broke the network completely for the whole floor, couldn’t fix it for hours and stayed there in a panic until about 3-4 in the morning when I finally figured it out, and fixed the network and the slowness both. Never told them anything except the ending, and they liked my work and hired me full time.
Fucked the partition table to the main production server and my boss who was sitting right next to me had a mini panic attack while I reconstructed it from my notes and all the filesystems came back. Keep a notebook, it’ll save your ass.
Maybe 20 years old. He was waving it around at the other guys on the job, too, joking around with it. He was lucky he didn’t kill someone and have to live with it for the rest of his life.
My dad told me when I was a kid: If you’re ever in that situation, just stand up and leave. Don’t say hey don’t do that. Don’t wait around and hope everything is okay. Don’t start joking around about it too. Just don’t say a word, stand up, walk out of the building, go somewhere else, the end.
Haha loved N.3
How old was the guy in N.2? Sounds like such a dumb kid thing to do
Maybe 20 years old. He was waving it around at the other guys on the job, too, joking around with it. He was lucky he didn’t kill someone and have to live with it for the rest of his life.
My dad told me when I was a kid: If you’re ever in that situation, just stand up and leave. Don’t say hey don’t do that. Don’t wait around and hope everything is okay. Don’t start joking around about it too. Just don’t say a word, stand up, walk out of the building, go somewhere else, the end.
Your dad gave you some solid advice.