Lurid Work Stories
"I know a railwayman of 40-odd years' service," says Juan Quar, "and he tells me a new gruesome yarn each time we meet. Last week's was of checking the time on the wristwatch of a severed arm he'd just collected after a track fatality."
Tell us the horrible stories you tease the new hires with, or that you've been told.
NB By definition, these are probably all made up. Roll with it
( , Thu 5 Sep 2013, 17:33)
"I know a railwayman of 40-odd years' service," says Juan Quar, "and he tells me a new gruesome yarn each time we meet. Last week's was of checking the time on the wristwatch of a severed arm he'd just collected after a track fatality."
Tell us the horrible stories you tease the new hires with, or that you've been told.
NB By definition, these are probably all made up. Roll with it
( , Thu 5 Sep 2013, 17:33)
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So anyway, back when I was a student..
..coming into my final year I spent a few weeks working in theatres.
On the day of this tale I was detailed to work in a partiular theatre on the urology list. The list for the day comprised exclusively circumcisions, mainly in young lads who'd got a phimosis.
Finally the last customer of the morning comes in.
Gentleman in his 60's, rather shy, had needed YEARS of nagging by his wife to get it seen to apparently.
The first stage of the op, once the patient is safely aneasthetised is for the surgeon, or his assistant to 'prepare' the area for surgery. In the case of a circumcision this involves yanking down the tight collar of the world's smallest polo neck and cleaning underneath.
Operating theatres are often warm places, which can, if conditions are right(lots of procedures needing diathermy, fat sweaty cunts working there, etc) make it rather whiffy.
The punter's foreskin came back to reveal that the chap had quite possibly never washed under it his entire adult life, On a first glance it appeared to have been inches deep in knob cheese, but, mercifully at this point there was no smell.
So the surgeon whips out his forceps and gauze and begins cleaning.
Did I mention that it was last case of the morning?
Keen to get out for his urgent appointment with the golf course the surgeon set about prepaing the area with a considerable amount of vim.
The cheese went EVERYWHERE, including into the goggles of his assistant and the scrub nurse, the overhead lights, the patient's ear and as a coup de grace, the aneasthetist's cup of water, which the aformentioned gasman then, not realising, drank.
Worst thing about the whole affair?
Agitating the layers caused the previously docile penile fromage to release its fragrance.
Like cheap mozzarella.
Gone off.
And then eaten and sicked up by a French dog.
Vile stuff.
Since then, I've seen gangrenous wounds filled with maggots, 80%+ burns, people who've been so constipated they throw up shit and YM but this is still, 15 years on, the nastiest thing I've encountered.
( , Tue 10 Sep 2013, 20:54, 62 replies)
..coming into my final year I spent a few weeks working in theatres.
On the day of this tale I was detailed to work in a partiular theatre on the urology list. The list for the day comprised exclusively circumcisions, mainly in young lads who'd got a phimosis.
Finally the last customer of the morning comes in.
Gentleman in his 60's, rather shy, had needed YEARS of nagging by his wife to get it seen to apparently.
The first stage of the op, once the patient is safely aneasthetised is for the surgeon, or his assistant to 'prepare' the area for surgery. In the case of a circumcision this involves yanking down the tight collar of the world's smallest polo neck and cleaning underneath.
Operating theatres are often warm places, which can, if conditions are right(lots of procedures needing diathermy, fat sweaty cunts working there, etc) make it rather whiffy.
The punter's foreskin came back to reveal that the chap had quite possibly never washed under it his entire adult life, On a first glance it appeared to have been inches deep in knob cheese, but, mercifully at this point there was no smell.
So the surgeon whips out his forceps and gauze and begins cleaning.
Did I mention that it was last case of the morning?
Keen to get out for his urgent appointment with the golf course the surgeon set about prepaing the area with a considerable amount of vim.
The cheese went EVERYWHERE, including into the goggles of his assistant and the scrub nurse, the overhead lights, the patient's ear and as a coup de grace, the aneasthetist's cup of water, which the aformentioned gasman then, not realising, drank.
Worst thing about the whole affair?
Agitating the layers caused the previously docile penile fromage to release its fragrance.
Like cheap mozzarella.
Gone off.
And then eaten and sicked up by a French dog.
Vile stuff.
Since then, I've seen gangrenous wounds filled with maggots, 80%+ burns, people who've been so constipated they throw up shit and YM but this is still, 15 years on, the nastiest thing I've encountered.
( , Tue 10 Sep 2013, 20:54, 62 replies)
Because these cunts need to know what proper work vileness is.
Not 'some bloke dun a poo at work'.
( , Tue 10 Sep 2013, 21:00, closed)
Not 'some bloke dun a poo at work'.
( , Tue 10 Sep 2013, 21:00, closed)
I expect you've got fucking loads of stories about some proper grim stuff.
Worst I've ever encountered was a bloke with a gangrenous hand.
( , Tue 10 Sep 2013, 21:02, closed)
Worst I've ever encountered was a bloke with a gangrenous hand.
( , Tue 10 Sep 2013, 21:02, closed)
I was going to tell my favourite geriatric poo story but I'm not sure I can be arsed.
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I can't begin to tell you how upset I am that I'm a cunt who’s horrified by the odd ‘work turd’ and don’t have a job that involves getting splattered geriatric knob cheese.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 10:56, closed)
I'm gutted that my job mostly involves arranging pixels in imaginative ways on the internet
and not getting covered in someone else's rancid smegma
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 11:44, closed)
and not getting covered in someone else's rancid smegma
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 11:44, closed)
Haha, like a thick fuck like you would ever qualify to be an anaesthetist anyway
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 16:31, closed)
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Says the man whose job sounds like basically a glorified version of colouring in.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 17:21, closed)
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 17:21, closed)
That's the interesting thing about colouring in
Every moron thinks they can do it, and they can - badly. To do it properly requires effort, patience and skill and people who can consistently do it well make a good living from it. I've done it occasionally and it's not half as much fun as it sounds.
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 10:01, closed)
Every moron thinks they can do it, and they can - badly. To do it properly requires effort, patience and skill and people who can consistently do it well make a good living from it. I've done it occasionally and it's not half as much fun as it sounds.
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 10:01, closed)
And that kids, is why he's well-regarded in the modelling community.
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Just make sure to push your glasses back up your nose after typing all that.
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The fact that you have to justify it like that speaks volumes about how worthless a job it is.
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 11:31, closed)
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Worth is in the eye of the beholder
I'd probably enjoy comic books less if they were all monochrome line-art
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 11:52, closed)
I'd probably enjoy comic books less if they were all monochrome line-art
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 11:52, closed)
Quite so. But any beholder who thinks colouring in is as worthwhile as nursing is a worthless fucking bell end.
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Very well, thanks for asking
5 lobsters in the pots this afternoon!
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 15:48, closed)
5 lobsters in the pots this afternoon!
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 15:48, closed)
is ringo trialling some sort of ignore 3.0?
i presume it only works if you put someone on ignore, then whine about having someone on ignore, then log out to see if they are remotely bothered, then log back in to complain about them not complaining about your complaint.
what a complicated way of saying 'nobody likes me on the internet or real life'. poor old ringo.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 13:21, closed)
i presume it only works if you put someone on ignore, then whine about having someone on ignore, then log out to see if they are remotely bothered, then log back in to complain about them not complaining about your complaint.
what a complicated way of saying 'nobody likes me on the internet or real life'. poor old ringo.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 13:21, closed)
i can't wait for him to come online and do his daily vanity search.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 18:54, closed)
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it would be such a shame if someone were to put <a href="r*ngofyre r*ngo s*ckpuppet"></a> into the body of all their posts and totally bollox up that vanity search, wouldn't it
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 22:59, closed)
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I too would like to click "I like this" for this story.
Sadly I can't as I have AB on ignore.
Maybe if he spent more time writing stories like this rather than posting snide and sarcastic replies and creepily collating links I could take him off ignore and be able to reward him accordingly.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 9:20, closed)
Sadly I can't as I have AB on ignore.
Maybe if he spent more time writing stories like this rather than posting snide and sarcastic replies and creepily collating links I could take him off ignore and be able to reward him accordingly.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 9:20, closed)
He must be devastated to have missed out on receiving a click from you. Truly heartbroken.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 9:51, closed)
Further proof, were it needed, that the Jews have the right idea.
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Take control of finance and the media and use the negroes as muscle?
( , Tue 10 Sep 2013, 22:38, closed)
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I remember thinking "eurgh" the first time I read this.
My opinion has not changed. Eurgh. Click. Eurgh.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 9:52, closed)
My opinion has not changed. Eurgh. Click. Eurgh.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 9:52, closed)
pearoast?
I've read this story before (like, years) but with slightly different wording and I can't remember where...
Not to say it hasn't happened to more than one person.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 10:51, closed)
I've read this story before (like, years) but with slightly different wording and I can't remember where...
Not to say it hasn't happened to more than one person.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 10:51, closed)
As a former biochemist, I can confirm
that compounds such as terpenes can have a very powerful aroma, and dick terpenes gone down in history.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 15:02, closed)
that compounds such as terpenes can have a very powerful aroma, and dick terpenes gone down in history.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 15:02, closed)
Yeah great now I'm reading that post to the tune of Stand and Deliver. For fuck's sake.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 15:14, closed)
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Don't worry if people take the piss.
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 19:05, closed)
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 19:05, closed)
christ, i can't hear a thing in here.
so turn off the jukebox, and do us all a favour.
( , Wed 11 Sep 2013, 20:53, closed)
so turn off the jukebox, and do us all a favour.
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