So I've had a bad day at work
It's been absolutely fucking relentless, each time I've tried to catch up with something, some other fucker's come along and ruined my concentration and when I got it back, somebody else did exactly the same thing. For six fucking hours. I've got myself so stressed out and wound up that it feels like I'm in the bad stage of nicotine withdrawal all over again. Wah wah wah etc.

So tell me about the worst day you've had at work, the day when your entire world blew up in your face and pissed down your neck.
( Kroney, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 18:00, 11 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Have a toke on this...
...sounds like you need it.
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 18:02, Reply)

I have a choice of Afghani or Pakistani hash at home
and some Thai weed.

WHY AM I STILL AT WORK?
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 18:14, Reply)

it didn't take much, but when I was a printer
2 separate people just walked into my darkroom without knocking. I believe I actually snarled. I'm usually a calm person so it scared the shit out of everyone, I could hear people warning others not to ask me for ANYTHING
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 18:18, Reply)

someone lost a months worth of my work when they moved a folder... just because they felt like it.
i cried.
( rosalicious i fucking love youve been framed, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 18:37, Reply)

that's the best
revenge - make them feel bad with crying, especially if it's a bloke wot done it
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 18:40, Reply)

i work with all men
i think they stayed away through fear. i mightve hulked out innit
( rosalicious i fucking love youve been framed, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 18:41, Reply)

yeah!
sudden violence incites the most fear
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 18:45, Reply)

You only work for 6 hours?
Man that sounds good.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 18:40, Reply)

the first three
weren't quite so bad
( Kroney, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 18:55, Reply)

14th August 1996
I was a student at Georges' in London and I'd been working on wards in pre-registration clinical medicine for about eight months.

In an average week on an average ICU the team on the ward would perhaps lose 5% of patients; e.g., for every twenty patients, nineteen would leave ICU and one would leave either to a hospice or to the mortuary.

On this particular day, we started the day with nine patients in the ICU. We were adding another two (both children, one aged eight, the other aged ten) when I arrived.

By the end of the day, they were all dead.

Nothing to do with me and my actions - I hadn't done anything specifically wrong or incorrect, it was simply a position of having a mass of things all going wrong at the same time; the "perfect storm" of disease, stroke, MI, TIA - all coming within minutes of each other.

Now when I sit in my office here and I worry about how rubbish my day is I always allow my imagination to flit back to that day and suddenly ... it's not so bad after all.
(Medical_Male Say aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 19:02, Reply)

fair play
that's one bad day
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 19:06, Reply)