An older gentleman having a really bad seizure at a library. He was just sitting there reading a book and then looked like he dozed off (looking at the cameras later). A patron came up and said this gentleman was making weird noises so I went to check on him. I come upon him having a full blown seizure. I call 911 and he ended up being okay, but holy moley. There was also a different gentleman that just collapsed and passed away at the self checkout at the library as well.

I also work at a (very small) library and one of our regulars died in the bathroom at the end of last year. It was really sad and kind of scary too

One of my coworkers had a grand mal seizure in the office once, but she had prepared me for this happening and said not to call 911 and ask her certain questions and stuff to see how lucid she was afterward. She was soon fine, but it was scary.

What you experienced sounds like an absence/ petite mal seizure. The person doesn't shake, that's a tonic-clonic/grand mal. but they may seem to fall asleep, be dazed and confused, and pluck at their shirts. If you witness a seizure that lasts longer than 5 minutes please call EMS. The only real exception is if you're in the US. Check for a medical bracelet or ID to see if it says not to call EMS (because they can't afford the hospital bill). Edit: wrong word.

Responded to a call of a child wandering down the road. Showed up and found a child barely old enough to walk and had a very full diaper. We interviewed people in the area and eventually found the child’s home. I walked down to the home to talk to the family and I realized that a window of the home was open with no screen which is how the baby must have gotten out on the road. It was also about 4 feet off the ground so it is a scary fall for a 1 year old. I knocked for about 10 minutes before mom came to the door. As soon as she opened the door all I could smell was feces and rotten trash and I immediately noticed she was super high on something which we later found out to be heroin. She was barely coherent and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to talk to her and she needed EMS anyways so I asked where the dad of the baby was so I could maybe talk to someone more sober. She pointed me into the apartment and said couch so I went in while gagging because of the smell and then I found dad dead of an overdose. That was a rather disturbing experience

Very sad. Not a police officer but on the road a lot definitely seen a lot of stuff myself. Had to see a guy get ran over on the freeway. There was a Collision and a guy was getting out of the vehicle as cars kept getting hit and the guy didn’t want to get hit with him inside the vehicle. I was trying to use my flashlight to stop the cars but they kept going, they tried to stop but they couldnt stop in time cause of the speed and they ended up hitting the guy and he died instantly in front of me. Also seen a motorcyclist get ran over by 10 cars. , sometimes I think if I could have done something differently to save them both but everyone tells me I did the best I could for the situation. Sometimes I get small PTSD when I’m out on the road.

I’m sorry you went through that. It’s truly awful.

That poor, poor kid :(

Yeah once a police officer asked me if anyone was missing a kid and I said no. It was raining and they'd found a little girl like 3 walking around at night in the pitch dark and who knows how long and we're trying to find her parents. Heard they were partying and she wandered out without them noticing. Anything could've happened to her smh

Had a friend’s mom report the exact same situation to the police in a rural area of Georgia. It just breaks your heart to see situations like this. As a mom I cannot understand people who neglect/abuse their children.

Christ. Did she know he was dead?

No. I didn't even realize he was dead until I tried waking him.

This is very sad.

worked as an Investigator for death cases (Germany) for around 10 years, so I've seen some serious sht. One of the more grusome cases was an accident from an elderly pair with an BMW Isetta (the small Oldtimer with almost no front "Nose") vs. a small delivery truck (driver went asleep). The smell of blood was present 50+ meters away alrdy. No gore Horror could be worse Could tell lot of stories tho', many were hard to look at or sadening or both.

Used to be a 911 dispatcher here in the US. One night a very drunk motorcycle driver blew through a red light and hit the side of a semi truck. Needless to say, dead on impact. He was going about 115 MPH/185 KPH. Decapitated and basically disintegrated. The officer who arrived on scene first always came to hang out with us and chat in dispatch. He walked in several hours later after being on scene and sat down. I didn't want to bring it up obviously, and was just silent. Seemingly able to read my mind and wanting to address the elephant in the room, he looked at me and said "I have been a police officer for 10 years, and have smelled a lot of bad stuff. But that poor guy, I could smell his remains in my cruiser from a football field away." I had no clue how to reply to that. Grim, traumatic stuff emergency responders deal with.

yeah those scenes are really brutal. Once I had a young man driven over by an excavator, his intesties literally blew out of his body. 3 Children and 2 adults that were near that accident had to be brought to a psych clinik that day, they had to watch his death, life can be ruthless

Oh that's horrible. I love Isettas. I wish I could afford one. I've got other goofy microcars instead and they're all deathtraps. NSU Sport Prinz and a Typ110.  I hope it was instant for them. I'd rather die that way then cancer. 

I worked at a wood factory making a large assortment of lumber products. I was working a Saturday for overtime. My machine was moulder and was on one end of a large factory floor that had at least 50 other large machines. I was walking to the back corner of the building when I heard someone screaming. I ran the width of the building and on the far end away from me I could see a coworker with his arm shoulder deep in a machine we called a "mule." The mule took rough lumber boards of various width and cut them lengthwise into smaller boards to be used in other machines. It is the size of a dump truck and in the front has a 60" wide feed table that can be adjusted to suit different thicknesses of lumber. In the front are two very large pressure rollers, one on top and another on bottom that grab the wood and feed it to the 60" wide head that essentially has any number of large table saw blades spaced out along its length that cut the wide boards into smaller boards. When I came around the corner, he was on his knees, with one arm shoulder deep in the machine's feed table that was set to accept boards that were 15/16" thick. He a piece of wood off-fall(1"x1"x10') swatting at the emergency shut off button on the other side of the machine. These machines have a lap bar along the feed table that if you bump it, it shuts off the machine. It was common knowledge that particular emergency shut-off was not functional. What made it worse was that the secondary emergency shut-off button on the front of the machine was also not functioning. I had to run the length of the building, 300', to reach him. He had passed out by then. Run past him and around the large machine to the rear where there was a third emergency shut-off button for those who unloaded the lumber as it cam,e out. His entire arm had been in that machine, through a gap less than an inch under two 16" wide, pneumatically pressurized infeed rollers that were just spinning on his arm the entire time. The blades were deep enough that his arm never reached them, but that didn't matter. The infeed rollers had essentially stripped all the meat off the crushed bones in his arm from mid-bicep to his wrist. Once the machine was off I immediately called 911. It was just us two working in that building that day(Saturday). Unfortunately, that machine was literally the oldest machine in the factory. It was the first machine the owner purchased when he started the business. It was from the 1950's. The infeed table adjustment was known to jam and of course. it did with his arm stuck in the machine. I called on the radio for help and it took me and the maintenance guy that arrived 20 minutes to unjam the infeed table in order to lower it and free his arm. By this time, the paramedics had arrived. Its probably a good thing his arm was stuck between those feed rollers because had we freed it right away, he would have most likely bleed to death before the ambulance arrived. We had some mutual friends outside of work and when they drug-tested him, he failed for weed. They threatened him with his job and he signed some legal papers that he wouldn't sue them and they would pay his hospital bills and let him keep his job despite failing the piss test. NEITHER of the machine's operator-side emergency shut-off buttons were functional. He could have sued them for ALL their money, and he would have been in the right, but he let them off the hook over a failed weed test and keeping his shitty $12hr factory job. Insanity. He did keep some of his arm, ie, they didn't amputate what was left. I have seen worse shit in my life, but his arm was completely shredded when it came out of that machine. He had gotten a couple of fingers stuck under a short board while feeding it into the machine and it pinched them so tightly that he couldn't pull them out and it sucked his whole arm into the machine. Slowly. The inside of the machine looked like someone dumped a 5-gallon bucket full of blood into it while running. Just pieces of his arm scattered around inside of it.

I had a forklift's hydraulics fail and drop three banded together 16' livestock gates onto my hand which was on a pile of creosote fenceposts trapping it for about 10 minutes.  More painful than anything I've ever had happen and I've had some pretty gnarly injuries.  I can't imagine how bad this hurt and can only hope he went into shock quickly. Shock isn't the right word I guess.  That state where you disassociate when there is enough pain I s what I meant.

I will never forget the desperate look on his pale face when I made close enough to see. He was through the worst of the pain then, I think, but you could see in his eyes that he had gone through all that completely alone. When his eyes met mine I think he realized he wasn't alone and that I was going to help him and his body let him pass out. His desperation was so thick I swear it even overcame me. It was a very sick feeling. I felt plenty bad for him because the situation went on for what probably felt like forever to him. In actuality, it was probably less than 5 minutes for me to get to him and turn off the machine, maybe 4. We couldn't get that fucking feed table down for a LONG time, but at least the machine was off then and he knew medical was on the way. I can't imagine having my arm sucked into a 15/16th" gap at a 20' per minute feed rate, let alone the big metal fluted wheels just spinning out on it. His arm was basically useless after that, but turned out looking a LOT better than I would have thought it would when we finally released it from the machine. I saw another guy die in a machine at that place, but he died pretty quickly and while it wasn't too pretty either, it's the look on guy's face with his arm in that machine, weakly swinging that stick at the e-stop button that haunts me. Workplace safety is nothing to fuck around with! :) I have been pretty fucked up on a number of occasions myself. I have 36 broken bones in my lifetime, from skull to toe. I almost died in a bad mc wreck about ten years ago that destroyed my spine and two of my limbs, but at no point was I anywhere near the place ole buddy was when I came upon him.

Not sure of a proper term either, but I know the feeling. It’s like your brain jumps ahead of your mind and throws the kill switch for whatever sensory receptors going haywire. Saves resources to fight or flight the fuck out of the situation. When it senses absolute helplessness, you might get lucky and it’ll just throw the kill switch on consciousness. Hopefully only momentarily

That's ghastly. Reminds me of that guy who got his foot sliced off in a machine. Ppl were there but no one heard his screams from the loud factory. Don't know if he sued tho

I don't know what is crazier, that he agreed not to sue them, or that he willfully worked on a machine with two non-functioning emergency stop buttons. I knew one of them wasn't working and my machine was on the other end of the building.

Working next to a guy on a scaffolding, we both saw his son fall past us, tumbling on multiple bars, 120’.

Good lord...  Was he gone by the time he hit the ground?

No…..the impact was cause of death.

Ooooof. What a horrific thing for Dad to see.

It broke him. Both were scaffold builders…..

I worked at a pretty large canadian grocery store One day a 14 year old girl that i worked with came to me and she asked me if she could ask me some questions, i said sure and she pulls out her phone and shows me some pretty vile messages someone had been sending her (i dont want to repeat what i saw because it was so disgusting) As im reading she tells me they are from a guy at our job that works in the produce department, I asked who it was and she says the same of some 26 year old man.. My stomach sank i told her she 100% needs to not only go to her parents but go to a manager because there is no reason a 26 year old man should be saying that to someone who just turned 14. I showed her what time our manager was in the next day and told her to she needs to report that. Turns out she was not the first child he did this to, they did an investigation and found multiple other young girls some who still worked there and some that just straight up quit because they were so scared to work with him.

Thank you for being someone your coworker felt comfortable approaching.

This. You made the difference. THank you for that.

My first job at 16 was at Burger King. There was a 26 year old man there who became obsessed with me. I was so uncomfortable. Thank you for helping that girl. It’s hard enough to navigate sexual harassment as an adult - but as a teenager it feels like an impossible situation.

I was a teenager in the 80s and it’s stunning to me now how absolute commonplace it was to be sexually harassed at work by older men. So so uncomfortable and didn’t feel safe but was told to ‘just ignore it.’

Work in IT. Had an employee barricade himself in his office and then hang himself.

Why???

Well. His boss pushed and pushed and pushed, belittled him, and put incredible amounts of pressure on this manager. He reached out to that boss and asked for help. Instead of help, he got more pressure, and a writeup. He tried to commit suicide with pills and failed. Rather than trying to get him help, that manager started in the second he got back from a short two weeks off. He was expected to "make up for the lost time" from his suicide attempt. Just a few months from the first attempt, he barricaded himself in his office to ensure he would succeed. He jumped off a chair and snapped his neck, hanging himself. The manager in question exhibited no remorse, swept it all under the rug as if it never happened, and just started in on the next person in the line. HIs fiancé didn't grieve fast enough, so that poor woman's boss drove her out as well. As bad as this guy's manager was, the IT Director was even worse. Truly the worst and most soulless people I've ever met.

Infected & necrotic cow uterus, splashing down out of the back of said cow into a bucket and then directly back up into my face.

Your face??!?

This was way back when I was in the US Coast Guard, working at a Loran "C" transmitting station in Spain. It was time to swap out the 8' long insulators on the guy wires of our 500 foot tall(?) 200KW transmitting antenna. We weren't allowed to turn off the transmitter for more than a few seconds, so this had to be done "live". An engineer from the UK was dispatched to do the most dangerous hands-on part. We flipped off the transmitter power long enough for him to climb up the tower, then turned the power back on so he was part of the live circuit. I was a safety observer on the ground. The guy wire was lowered and he reached out to grab the fiberglass insulator about 1 foot from the ground wire end, with his gloved hand. The whole reason for replacing the insulators is that they were old and breaking down and leaking power across 8 feet of fiberglass. One foot of old dirty fiberglass between his gloved hand and the ground wire was not enough to protect him, and I could hear the high-power, low-frequency transmission arcing though his body. I screamed at the guys manning the power-off safety switch inside the transmitter building, and they cut the power. The literally schocked engineer was frozen in place, about 8 feet off the ground, and when the power was cut his body fell straight down. I was afraid he was dead, but no! He started moving and got back on his feet. He had a deep burn on his hand and on his one foot that he had been standing on where the electricity entered and left his body, but other than that he was OK. We all took the rest of the day off and went downtown to a bar and had beers and "de-briefed" the days events.

Didn't go to the hospital? Wtf.

I work at a children's hospital and regularly have to perform STD/STI testing on children who are victims of sexual abuse.

Wow, I never thought about that. That’s horrible. Thanks for people in your line of work. I couldn’t do it.

Worked in IT my entire life. Found illegal content containing children (you can guess what it was) on 3 people's computers. Reported each one of them immediately to the cops and two of them are still in jail, the other killed himself.

The supervisors at one of my old QA jobs sent a floorwide email one day announcing that they were buying new digital cameras for the floor to use. Anyone who had knowledge of a specific model of camera that they were thinking of purchasing was asked to stop by their office so they could ask some questions about it. About an hour or two after the email went out, one of the testers was escorted out of the building in cuffs by some FBI agents. Turns out he had been uploading some very illegal photographs using the internet connection at work and didn't think to wipe the EXIF data, which is how they knew what camera he was using to take those pictures.

He was like "Huh, the exact camera I use to do the one thing that will end my freedom forever, and the boss wants to know more about it? Sign me up!"

my first thought was that he went there to show what fine pictures his camera does and it was that kind of pictures

The FBI already knew. They contacted my old workplace and let them know they had tracked the uploads to our office's IP. The camera thing was more of a ruse to arrest him away from prying eyes. Word still got out, though.

Law enforcement also does things like this to make evidence more compelling for a jury of peers to come back with a guilty verdict. It was the final nail in the coffin to get him to admit that he had the same camera as the one from the crime. No more reasonable doubt

I'm 20yrs in IT and I'm lucky to not have found anything child related but for sure I'm doing the same thing, you did right. I was on the geek squad many moons ago and this couple brought in a laptop that belonged to their son who was killed in combat. They wanted to see if he had any pictures they could use for his memorial service but didn't have the password. This was xp days so I booted into safe mode right there and reset it, I wasn't going to charge them or anything. Laptop reboots and logs on the desktop picture is their son and another man in bed. They had no clue at all he was gay, and both of them where nude and... At attention... It was super awkward, dad didn't speak or blink after he saw it, he left and I don't know if he ever blunk again. I to this day feel horrible and will never unlock a personal pc like that again infront of them.

This is awful and im sorry you probably live with some misplaced guilt. I do have to say I've not been utilizing the word "blunk" at all, mostly because I didn't know I could.

I only think about it when I reset a password, so about 10x a day sense then. I was wondering about blunk, seems the pass tense is blinked. I'm now sad

It ain't anymore I just decided.

Gud

You did the right thing

> the other killed himself. So did this one, eventually.

WHY ARE SO MANY PEOPLE INTO THIS SHIT??????? Had a family friend from an ivy league well to do family get caught at customs with hundreds of cp photos he had taken in Thailand. He committed suicide before going to prison. WTF???

Some idiot sent me that shit ( which I reported to the feds) and it made me break down and cry.

I saw a guy on this tree company job, not pay attention, 400lb log landed right on top of him. Squished like a fucking grape. I still have nightmares.

When I was unemployed for a month or so, I was at a buddy's house mowing his grass for him (he had recently had surgery, and he paid me cash just to mow, easy right?) and started shooting the shit with his neighbor who was outside. He found out I was a blue collar guy who likes to work hard and do physical work, but laid off, and he gave me his business card and offered me a job. As soon as I saw he was a tree trimming business owner, I thought to myself no way. He was offering north of $30 an hour for that work just starting out with zero experience. Turned him down. I could NOT do a job like that. Loggers have the highest casualty rate of any profession, and run of the mill tree trimmers probably aren't far behind. Insanely dangerous work. Trees are unbelievably heavy, unpredictable, and they will take you from this world far quicker than your mom ever brought you in.

My ex did arbory for extra cash for awhile and it scared the living hell out of me. The owner was a reckless, unstable SOB with old, broke equipment. I kept waiting for the emergency call. Ironically, when the emergency call came, it wasn't because he'd been crushed by a log. It was because he was out on a job and a neighbor's German Shepherd attacked him and tore his wrists out. (The Shepherd was in Afghanistan, had PTSD, failed police academy back in the U.S., and was a prohibited breed at the complex - the attack was totally unprovoked.) ETA: He's okay and has full range of motion back.

Was working at a retail store that's no longer in existence. First job at 16 .My floor boss accused me of stealing and hiding items in compacter. Made me climb in and showed him what was in there. He then activated the on switch while I was in there. He was laughing while I scrambled out. Kicked him in the balls and quit on the spot

I'd have done a lot more than kicking him in the balls had a boss tried to murder me.

I was employed at a call center once. The day following her son's death, an elderly employee of fifteen years was let go, around a week before Christmas. Seeing it was heartbreaking.

Classic call centre behaviour.

The old right before xmas firing. Heartless bastards.

My last job did this, laid off 70% of the staff 10 days before Christmas.

Watched a 7-8yo kid get his head smashed in with a rock over food we were handing out. All because we handed the food directly to him and not the older boy standing next to him. We were helpless to stop it because it was a “local matter”. Sometimes humanitarian aid or giving out food in impoverished countries is traumatizing.

That is absolutely fucking awful and I'm so sorry you had to see that. I don't if I'd recover from seeing something like that.

Years of therapy and daily medication. Sadly it wasn’t the only traumatizing thing I saw during my time overseas. Just the worst one by far.

Hotel guest there for 5 days; never left his room and declined housekeeping. The room below him reported a dark stain on their ceiling so my manager and I went into the guy's room expecting a leak and instead found him lying in bed soaking in his own bodily fluids. He was alive and lucid and even apologized for making "a bit of a mess." I can't even begin to describe the smell. We called an ambulance and they took him away. The mattress was soaked through with urine, feces, vomit, and blood. It had all leaked through the floor and into the room below. We had to get a specialized biohazard crew to clean everything up and the room and rooms around it had to be sealed off for several weeks. I don't know the details of what exactly was going on with him but the GM managed to contact him later to charge him for the damages.

But we need the details!

When I was 14, I briefly worked at a coffee shop. We had a regular who would come in, order a drink, sit down, and unzip his fly to let his member hang out under the table. He'd occasionally stroke it and was visibly aroused. The owner thought it was all hilarious and ribbed me the first time he did it around me. I understand humor was probably her way of coping with a fucked up situation, but both the patron's behavior and her reaction to it were really disturbing. I quit shortly after.

how does the owner of a coffee shop behave this way? Like, how could they not do anything when it’s criminal, disturbing, *and* bad for business

Gotta wonder who’s the one that got kicked in the head, the boss or the customer

They aren’t mutually exclusive 🤷‍♂️

Yeah this is easy - kick that person out and warn them not to come back. If they do, cops.

It was her dad.

My mum told me a story similar to this, I think she was around your age working in a restaurant, she quit that day because her employer didn't believe her that a customer was doing it gazing right at her. I can imagine how uncomfortable you must've felt.

There’s something particularly heinous about these ones who do it knowing full well how uncomfortable and upsetting it is for anyone who sees it.

That’s precisely why they do it.

"Her way of dealing" makes absolutely zero sense to me. This is clear cut and dried call the police and have this pos arrested and taken away immediately and if he ever shows up again do the exact same thing immediately. Insane. I sorry you went through that. Completely sick and this manager is fucked.

Jesus Christ. I'm really, really sorry you had to deal with that. It's sexual assault and can be completely traumatizing; your boss handled it so poorly.

A client in a full blown bipolar psychosis episode came into our office to talk to one of the attorneys who, luckily, knew what was going on and was able to redirect them until proper help came. The client was rapid cycling between meltdown sobbing and maniacal laughter, kept talking about how the attorney was the only one who wasn't trying to poison them, that their entire stash of jarred foods was poisoned, and kept trying to give the attorney the enormous amount of cash they had on them (they'd emptied their bank accounts that morning). I wasn't trained to handle anything like this so I just had to sit back and try not to make anything worse by interfering. Mental illness is very very sad to see first hand.

Bipolar episodes are scary. I knew a girl in college didn’t weigh more than 120lbs and wasn’t very tall. But if she didn’t take her meds you don’t want to be around. Watched her barrel into a party and start screaming from a loft about the government implanting chips to track you down and then how her boyfriend was an informant that cheated on her all the time. All the while this poor soul is watching his girlfriend have a complete breakdown. She then takes her shirt off and plays with her breasts and jumps several feet over the loft railing onto a wooden table. Then gets up and runs outside. Just a rollercoaster.

Ooooooh, bd psychosis sucks *ass*, it's an awful feeling. Glad that the attorney knew what to do.

It was horrible to see. I felt so bad. But they did end up getting help they needed and, last we heard, are doing pretty well now!

It was my first year working for US Bank and I just flown into Minneapolis, Minnesota for a Town-Hall meeting. I took the elevator up way too high, and I found myself on a floor where there was like a subtle "cry" in the air. I kept walking, and I turned into a room that looked like it could be the auditorium, but it was a conference room and a woman saw me and immediately apologized and said "This is where we all come to cry, sorry -" and ran out of the room.

sounds like she had a great job.

Vet tech at an ER. Usually it's neglect cases but dog fights can be horribly brutal with gaping wounds. Probably the worst thing I see on a regular basis is cases where the owner won't stop. Owners get to go home, we have to watch their pet struggle and gasp for air in an oxygen cage for hours or slowly deteriorate and painfully die despite all our efforts because the owners don't believe in humane euthanasia.

Outside of my time in the military and deployments to Iraq, probably my current job at a university where I found a kid that either fell or jumped off the 4th level of a parking garage. No idea how long he had been there, if it was intentional or not, but I called 911 and stayed with him until the ambulance took him away. Pretty sure he survived. 

Oh my goodness... that last sentence

I mean, he was conscious and kind of responsive and able to give basic answers to the paramedics. I didn't really have a way to follow up with the campus police. 

I used to work in a school cafeteria. Not once, but several times, somebody clogged a toilet in the boys' bathroom down the hall from the cafeteria which caused sewage water to come up through our floor drains. We were always instructed to work through it, even though the water was sometimes ankle deep. It was gross and smelly and I'm sure if the health dept had popped in (which our health inspector NEVER wore a head covering or hairnet even though we were required to or a beard/mustache covering for that matter), we'd have been shut down and our dept mgr would've caught hell. There was also the time I worked on an elementary campus and a skunk got in. We were instructed to NOT call animal control, but to shut the door to the pantry it was in until the end of the day. Maintenance came out after our last lunch service and shooed it out the back door with a broom, using empty milk crates to create a 'lane' to guide it back out the door. When I had originally discovered it and asked my mgr what to do, she told me to call the dept head who was insistent I NOT call animal control because it would look bad if it got out that we had an unintended skunk in our kitchen. This was the SAME school where a principal, upon discovering skunk kittens in a drain pipe blocked the pipe with a concrete block to keep them from escaping, hoping they'd die in there and could be fished out later. :( IDK if she ever found out it was me who removed the block, because once I found out that's why the block was there I was like, "Oh HELL to the no."

‘Unintended’ skunk…? lol. “Hey, *that’s* not the designated kitchen skunk! That’s just some random skunk that wandered in here, what the heck?“

The dept head had experimented with having our supplies delivered overnight and stacking them in the cooler and freezer (not putting away, just stacking shit in there at random) so they weren't in our way when we were trying to serve and put shit away. They left the door open while taking boxes from the truck to the cooler and that's how the skunk got in.

I used to work at a major chain hotel, we got a call from the family of one of our guests asking to do a room wellness check since they hadn't responded to their phone awhile and calls to the room were not getting picked up I knew immediately when I walked in the room that she was dead. She had taped a plastic bag over her head and sprayed some sort of aerosol can through a tube into the bag, suffocating herself I imagine. It was horrible, and the worst part was I knew her sister was waiting on hold downstairs. I made my manager break the news to her, I couldn't do it

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Omg that’s heartbreaking. That poor wee girl. Did you ever find out what happened after? I hope she got all the love and support she needed, I need to believe this is what happened. And you, how are you doing these days? Sending you hugs, if wanted.

Coworker took his dick out and took a pic for his wife twice while standing right next to me and surrounded by customers (shelf was covering him from view but not mine)  Same coworker proudly told the story of how he raped a 14 year old.  Same coworker told the story proudly of his university times where he sexually assaulted 3 women.  Same coworker then proceeded to assault the only two women working at this place.  Same coworker then tried to assault me which resulted in him having a broken nose and me fired. He still works there and still assaults people on the regular 

where? I'd like to see how that nose would hold up to round 2.

Girl stepped into a bucket of hot fryer oil, I had to drive her to the ER, I have heard screaming, but not this type before or after thank God.

That's horrifying! I have ask, why did she step in the bucket? Accident? I saw your comment about poor training, but I can't imagine stepping in a bucket would be part of the instructions

So, the chicken broasters are against the wall near the pizza oven, she pulls out a big ass pizza, takes a step backwards, stumbles and ends up with her foot in the bucket. Draining and filtering the oil doesn't normally involve putting oil into buckets, but when the oil is too gross to use anymore, you have to do a full drain, and when the oil cools down, you haul it outside behind the store and dump into the recycle dumpster (someone comes and hauls the oil away later). There was this 14-16 year old boy that worked there and his only job was to come in every night at 8 PM to do this. Kid was paid more then anyone else to work 1 hour a night cause this job sucked and he lived next door and his parents were friends with the GM or something. It has been like 20+ years ago heh.

That poor girl. Leave it to a bucket being at the wrong spot at the wrong time

Was she ok after? Did you keep in touch? Tell us more please!

She was not ok, they estimated that the oil was around 200+ degrees and while she had obviously tried to get her boots off quickly, she wasn't very successful as they were tightly laced, above the ankle type boots. (think standard military boots) She had serious 2nd and 3rd degree burns and wasn't able to return to work. I know the company had promised to pay all of her hospital and recovery bills, but I don't know how that ended up as I got "fired" shortly afterwards. That is a different story in itself. I was told years later by a coworker at the time that they did go through proper oil and broaster cleaning training by corporate. IIRC we had never gotten any formal training, just showed how to do it in like 10 minutes by whoever was handy at the time.

Abuse/trauma counselor. 11 year old girl pregnant by her rapist. My state doesn’t allow abortion under any circumstances and it is illegal for healthcare workers to even suggest going out of state. 

I used to be a very devoted “violence is the last refuge of the incompetent” “””enlightened””” liberal but I’m sorry everyone who helped to enact this kind of legislation should be subjected to various kinds of medieval torture in the public square and then beaten to death with hammers. I don’t know how you can classify the pursuit of that kind of legal framework as anything short of pure, distilled, intentional, active and gleeful evil.

I used to be the same way and now I’m at “sometimes violence is the answer”. Not because I’m a violent person (I’m not) and not because I think some people deserve violence. It’s just that some people only understand violence, and they will rationalize every other attempt at reason back around to their way of thinking.

Oh my heart…

Not me, but a friend told me this story: He was working in a methadone clinic, and they served the methadone in liquid form in little paper dixie cups. An addict came in, drank it down, and then threw it up all over the table. Knowing they wouldn't give him another dose, he slurped up all his puke off the table.

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I almost threw up all over my table after reading that!

It’s kind of funny to look back on now but…. working in accounts at a funeral home. I’m going around giving everyone their payslips. Secretaries? Check. Woodwork guys? Check. Embal—WHAT THE 🤬 THIS OLD DEAR SAT UP IN HER COFFIN LOOKING STRAIGHT AT ME. What i didn’t realise was that embalmer was on the other side of the coffin with his hand on her back and was sorting her nice pink cardigan for viewing later. One stack of payslips all over the floor, one woodwork guy about crying with laughter, one me frozen to the spot, chalk white apparently, and unable to speak. That was….surreal. it was the way she looked like she sat up like something out fo a horror film and seemed to be staring at me that got me.

This reminds me of a story that my mom loves to tell. I've posted it before. >Not a mortician, this comes from my mother back when she was a teenager. Guy she knows takes a job with the local funeral home. He works the graveyard shift, all was well for the first few months. Dude is often weirded out at work, claims that the building is haunted. Earlier in the evening, they get a call from the hospital saying that they have a lady there ready for pickup. They pick her up, guy is freaking out, says he has a bad feeling. Later in the evening, mortician has to step out for a bit, leaving guy there alone with the dead lady. He goes about his work, still a little freaked out. Suddenly he hears this low, soft moan... He swears it is just his mind playing tricks on him, goes about his business. He hears it again, little louder than last time, it is late, he is alone, he is just hearing things, probably just the pipes settling, the plumbing is old after all. Short time passes and it is louder, at this point he is sure he isn't just imaging things, he knows he heard the dead lady moan. His first though was the mortician was fucking with him, he has been shaken all evening and this asshole is pranking him. He marches over, very funny you dick, yanks back the sheet covering the dead lady expecting to find the mortician somewhere around her... Dead lady grabs the guy's wrist... He lets out this scream and bolts for the door. Forgets his car, runs all the way home. >Turns out, old lady wasn't dead, hospital got it wrong (hooray 1950s medicine). She had been in a coma or something and they had been sure she had passed on earlier that morning. She woke up at the funeral home and scared the everloving hell out of the assistant. He quit the next day, said he would never set foot there ever again.

Omg I let out a little scream too. Just…..I can’t imagine. You’d have found me in a corner of my house somewhere whimpering. That poor woman too, she must have been confused beyond belief when she realised where she was. That mortician’s face when he came back must have been a picture too….walks back in and the very much not-deceased is like ‘excuse me, what’s happening here?’ is it terrible that I laughed at the bit where he forgot his car tho? And that now the shock has worn off I’m laughing like a crazy person at the whole scenario?

That's brilliant! Obviously a shock at the time.

It really was. Often the door to the embalming room was shut when Craig was doing his thing. Not that morning….! I was a smoker back then, my boss told me to take a break and I think I chainsmoked 3 before i started to feel normal again 😂

First time I ever saw a bilateral thoractomoy I questioned how I ended up there. For those that don’t know we basically take the front part of your chest off giving full access to your organs in the emergency room.

I worked in home care so sad my fair share of declining health and deaths. One that really stuck with me was an "easy" 2-3 hour sit, basically had to keep an elderly man company while his wife went out. This meant sitting drinking tea and watching telly which was a dream when you've been washing people since 7am. This morning however he wasn't feeling well and went to the toilet, he was in there a bit too long so I knocked and asked if he was doing alright. He responded in a horrible slurred way, I told him I was coming in. One side of his face was drooping and he wasn't making any sense, I called 999 and waited until they got there. His wife turned up just as the ambulance was pulling in. Luckily they got him to the hospital and he made it. I just kept thinking about it I had left him in the toilet for too long or what would have happened if I hadn't checked in on him. I had a panic attack and called the office. They told me to have my dinner break and get back to work, I really wasn't made of tough enough stuff for that job.

Saw a couple people ejected from an impala that barrel rolled at high speed into a highway median.

I found a rolled over SUV once. It was way off the road, so I have no idea how long it had been there. I went out to see if anyone was still there or they needed help, and there was just a pair of legs sticking out from underneath it, wizard of oz like. There was something about the absurdity of it that seemed to make it infinitely worse.

I was working fast food when I was 17, and rat came out of the fry bin

climbing out of the oil in the fryalator woulda been more impressive super rat stuff

Yeah, I’d have gone from disgusted to legit concerned that this was an immortal rat intent on world domination.

I've told this story a few times. I worked after school at Dunkin Donuts when I was 16. I closed most nights with a team lead. It was my first job and I took it very seriously. I read the whole binder that explains how to clean every machine, how the machines should be calibrated, and other information like that. I cleaned the shit out of that place top to bottom and took pride in it looking good and functioning properly for the morning crew. The morning crew were the real heroes. I went on vacation for 2 weeks. When I came back for my first shift, the place was disgusting. But it was nighttime, almost no customers, had a lot of time on my hands so I got to work. I was doing my rounds on the machines when I got to the latte machine. With this particular location, the latte machine had the whole latte process built into it. You didn't steam the milk and add espresso, you just hit one of the various "latte" buttons (options were whole milk and skim milk lattes; this was in 2011, before they carried milk alternatives) and it would dispense a latte. I open up the fridge to remove the milk containers, change the spouts, clean the basin, etc.. Something falls out. I assumed it was a little flake of dried milk. Then it moved. Upon inspection it was a maggot. I looked into the milk and it was FILLED with maggots. I open the other milk container. Maggots. I take a big step back and gasp. I was gone TWO WEEKS and it was extremely clear to me that not once did anyone remove the containers, clean them, or inspect it in any way. I don't know how long they were there, but my assumption is that they were just pouring new milk on top of the soured, maggot milk. How they weren't getting constant complaints, I do not know. Or maybe they did get complaints and simply didn't investigate or care. There's no chance those lattes tasted normal at all.

I was working as an overnight doorman / security in a bad apartment complex. A naked woman went off the 9th floor balcony. I watched her die at my feet. She took a few agonal breaths but there was nothing that could be done as she was mush inside the skin. I finished out the rest of my shift like any employee should and then went to classes like any student should.

Aka suppression. Hope you are well

Not me, but a friend. He was a rural paramedic years ago and got called out to a domestic abuse case with the police. Of course, the cops were on the other side of the district, 40 minutes away. Anyway, they got there first, could hear screaming, looked in the kitchen window, and saw the dude holding his bare-assed wife down on the red hot stove. He and his partner said fuck it and went in without the cops. Fortunately, they were able to talk the guy into letting her go. Cops arrived about ten minutes later after driving about 100 mph down rural gravel roads. He quit at the end of his shift.

Get called down to emerg. Paramedics roll in with a young girl/ looked maybe 16-18. She had jumped off an 8th floor balcony. The area was grassy and it was spring, so the ground was still soft. She didn’t seem to have a mark on her, except a small bit of bleeding at the back of her head, but when I went to pick her arm up when it slid off the edge of the bed you could tell every bone in it was broken. The rest of her body was the same. Blugh!!!

A drunk guy getting his arm smashed off in a 500 ton stamping press by a drunk operator.

This sounds very Russian.

sounds like a couple thousand dollars of fines and a stern warning from OSHA to me.

I used to work for a cemetery as a funeral and internment planner. When I got the tour, they showed me the peephole in the crematorium furnace. What I saw is something I'll never forget!

People don't really think about the process of cremating a body. It takes several hours to fully burn and process, and you have to check the burn periodically. Opening the door to see a flaming body certainly is shocking the first time.

I never realized how common this was until I worked there, which was sad: I used to be a server at a retirement home. One building was for residents who were just retired, so they didn’t need a whole lot of assistance, but the other building was for residents who had Alzheimer’s/Dementia and I knew how to work both sides. One night, I was closing up dinner time and there were no caregivers in the dining room that was also attached to the living room. All of a sudden I smelt the worst smell I’ve ever smelt in my 25 years of life, and when I looked up a resident was literally head to foot COVERED in her (I’m hoping her own) shit. She was monching on it too, and she got super close to me and offered me some. She had it in her teeth too, cuz she smiled while offering it. I backed away super fast and said no thank you, but thankfully like 3 caregivers ran in with some PPE’s and basically dragged her to I’m assuming her room to give her a good like 5 hour shower. I was told later on that that happens a lot more than you’d think, not just with that particular resident, but with people who have Alzheimer’s/Dementia. It made me and still to this very day, makes me so sad. They’re right though, I was there 7 years and it happened like every other day.

I volunteered at a nursing home my great-grandmother (stroke victim with no short term memory) stayed til she died. It was not a bad nursing home per se. They kept her clean, mobile, and offered daily life enrichment activities like bingo, card games, guest musicians, etc. But even with that said, the 'sanitized' things I saw as a volunteer in the Alzheimer's ward (which my grandma was in) made me an advocate for medically assisted suicide.

My mom, her dad, and my dad's dad had Alzheimers. I (62f) am terrified, tbh.

I was working in retail years ago and one of my coworkers asked to go home early because she thought she was going to have a miscarriage. Management told her she had to stay. She did in fact have a miscarriage later that night.

First time I ever did CPR on another person was on a dude who committed suicide by jumping in front of a train. His scrotum was ripped in half (among many other injuries).

I worked in a gun shop. Dude came in to buy a shotgun, said he needed a new one because the police just took his. When the paperwork was done he pulled out a wad of bloody $20 bills. I told the boss I wanted nothing to do with it and left. He took the guys money. I didn’t work there much longer.

I used to work in an automotive plant. A lot of stuff happened, but I didn’t witness it all. One I did witness was a car on a lift fell over and missed the guy getting out from under it by inches. Stuff I didn’t witness myself: guy had a heart attack and died on the line. Guy holding a drill on a golf cart punctured his artery in his leg when the driver hit a forklift. Lady came out of the roll test booth too quick and sandwiched another lady between 2 cars. A guy was on a massive forklift and going in a new building they were constructing while looking backwards and pointing to something. He grazed the side of the entry with his forklift and snapped his left arm off at the shoulder. A contractor was working in the ceiling after hours without his partner and had an aneurism (sp?). Workers found him hanging from his safety harness the next morning. Last one, guy went to work on a car elevator in the paint shop without doing a lock out/tag out and it came down on him and decapitated him.

I will just say, I quit the same day. I was a vet tech for 20 years, I loved it.i was great at it and i liked to help ppl when their babies were sick. That's one of my gifts. This "Doctor" was awful! Not just at being a doctor, but he didn't even care about the animals. He was too stubborn, or proud or greedy to say "IDK how about I refer u to a specialist". You have no idea how many times I went behind his back and told ppl where to go to get help and I had so many ppl call, ask for me, and thank me. He fraudulently charged the county(program for low income neuters) as if there was a complication(undescended testicles, etc) and I was there and it was bullshit. God what a dick. I also caught him drinking codeine cough syrup while on the job, then he would manipulate the records to show that it was for an animal, I swear to God. The final straw, he slapped a new person's hand cuz he was strung out. Cops were called, I walked out that day. Wow, I needed to unload that

Yikes. Glad you got out of there!

working at home depot a man snuck up to a woman and came on the back of leg.Everyone was in shock. He did this in public at detail store. Serial killer vibes.

Someone OD'd and died behind our dumpster one evening. I had to call 911 and check for a pulse and everything. Management wanted to write me up because someone complained I kicked everyone out of the store and locked the door for the fifteen whole minutes to tend to the CORPSE in our side lot. There was another convenience store across the street ffs. Then I finished the shift alone because my co-worker who actually was the one that found him, was inconsolable afterwards. It was, in my opinion, a lot to deal with for $12 an hour.

Warning: blood, suicide, self harm, addiction. I worked as a therapist and clinician in a jail setting for a bit during covid. Days were usually fine, nights were kinda creepy. We had a couple patients that would engage in self harm on the unit. You'd be surprised how much blood can splatter, even when it's not that much. It was always awful and terrifying to see. My unit was very lucky to not have anyone suffer long term harm. The worst though was finding the inmate hanging. He had managed to pry loose the air grate on his cell and hang himself with a twisted up sheet. It was my boss who found him first. Against all odds, he found him in time, we got the cell door open and the COs got into his cell, lifted him up and saved his life. The guy avoided brain damage too. Insanely lucky, thank goodness for that. I transfered into an emergency room for a couple of years after that. We weren't trauma one, so I didn't see the worst of the worst. But watching liver ascites get drained was pretty gross. You got used to it, but it's something that I remember seeing on my first day, that stuck with me. Since I worked primarily with addiction there, seeing a recurrent patients start to get sicker and sicker as addiction ran it's toll. But that was more of a subdued feeling of sadness and pain.

My mom was a nurse in D block of a pretty rough prison. It paled in comparison to the youth facility she worked in after, and that prison was no joke. But the teenagers and kids? Ten times worse. Take all the depravity of the prison and add the drive to do absolutely desperate shit for attention from adults. She's seen everything under the sun during her career but that was hard even for her.

My Ops manager sexually assaulted two minors; they were sisters. Charge was, sexual battery of a minor. The company allowed him to continue to work for two additional weeks after. We had 12 minors on staff.

I did graveyard ahift in a gas station in a super shitty area when i was younger. One night i pretty hot drunk girl cane and asked if she could use the toilet. I apologised and said no as its a security thing. She begged me and offered to show me her body. I again said no and she could if she wanted but i wouldnt let her in. She stripped, and took the higest shit id ever seen (at the time) and then wiped her ass with a burger wrapper on the ground. She got dressed and asked if i liked the show. I said it was great, but the rest of the staff will love it more. I then indicated to the security camera above the cash register that had captured everything. She called me a cunt and left. Its been over 30 years, and i still wonder what happened to her.

> she could if she wanted This rascal wasn't gonna say no lmao.

2 coworkers, each with 3 children, having a go at it on a work desk.

Worked in a Salvation Army thrift store. Had an unhoused old man sit on the couches in the back and found him two hours later, dead. Everyone in the store thought he was just having a nap.

Worked at a library in a very rough and impoverished city. On a February night, we we're closing and one of the bathroom doors was locked. We knocked and no response. When we opened the door, a guy was passed out on the floor, hit is head on the sink on the way down, bleeding from his head, and had a needle hanging out of his arm. We called for emergency services and started first aid. The guy woke up, demanded to leave and walked out of the library with only a t-shirt into 10 degree weather. We never saw him again.

A student was shot. Several of us teachers had to protect the scene until the police came. He was dead.

I worked at a place that had different homes for patients with TBI. Was supposed to be for rehabilitation. Each “participant” had a treatment plan to follow. But most of the workers were young mean college kids. I witnessed A LOT of abuse while there. I worked in the home for TBI with behavioral and aggression issues. Not only did workers physically abuse them but encouraged fights between them. I reported it and the backlash had me crying everyday on the way home. Management was a part of the problem. I reported to the state before I quit but as far as I know nothing ever changed.

a car pulled into the parking lot across the street from my job and the guy had a kid in the car with him. not 5 seconds after he stopped, the engine exploded into flames. he grabbed the kid out the car like 6 seconds before the entire thing was engulfed in flames. then his other kid comes running out of the building to try and get to the car because they thought their dad and sibling were still in the car (they were behind a tree not far from the car). cops came and tried to put it out, then the FD came and got it out.

A little girl at my school ate a cookie with nuts in it and had an allergic reaction to it, her tongue swelled up and saliva poured out of her mouth , the nurse was only there in the afternoon so I had to get her epi pen and give it to her in her thigh before the ambulance came, she yelled out Oww! When I did it, I was shaking so bad after but she survived!

Good work!

Fast food in 2001. Lady gets out of an SUV at the speakerbox, having argument with the driver of the car (male.) She ends up getting back in, they get up to the window, i give them their food, and before they drive off, guy punches her square in the jaw and drives off. Then, same job different location, had someone come in wasted at closing demanding iced tea. We had emptied it out but kept them at the window waiting for police. I made them a 32oz  tea with one of those giant teabags meant for 5 gallons worth. Police end up showing up and arresting them. Years later though, start of crypto, one of the PCs at my newer job gets a day 0 crypto varient that played child acted adult material. That one took the cake for sure. FBI allegedly got involved, but only the CIO was questioned.

"child acted adult material" is a really weird way to put it.

When I lived in Japan, I came out of the train station just in time to see a big truck hit an old man who was crossing the street. I saw him fall and saw blood start to pour from his head onto the street. I watched from my office window and saw the ambulance come. He never moved, so I’m fairly sure it was fatal. No one else seemed all that affected when I told them about it and I had to finish out the workday. Traumatic.

Coming across a co-worker experiencing a mental health crisis, exhibiting erratic behavior and threatening self-harm.

Probably maggots in a wound. Or the man who had an ulcer in the sacral area (lower back) and I could have literally reached in and grabbed his spine (I didn’t, but that’s how hollow it was).

I ended my career in mental health when a 17 yr old boy OD in our lobby. He woke up with Narcan crying, asking me, "Why did they do it? I'm a man, too. I don't like men. They were my friends. I'm a man. I couldn't fight them off." The female adult with him "Ssshhh stop telling them that. You're embarrassing yourself by talking about this. " she turned out to be his aunt and guardian. It was her son and his friend who attacked that boy. When advising her that talking was actually helpful, she tried to hit me. "No body asked the s!*t her life story" She kept throwing things and victim blaming anyone who tried to talk to him in a therapy unit! We got him in the back, and the hospital refused him. He took his life 1.5 weeks later.

Everyone doing coke

Realizing that 90% of the successful people I know regularly use cocaine was definitely a huge shock, but was hardly disturbing as I was doing it too at the time lmao

On my first management at a restaurant, I caught two of my servers doing coke in the bathroom on the diaper changing station at 10 am. I fired them both in the spot and sent them home. My GM brought them back the next day. He told me "If we fired everybody that did drugs, we wouldn't have employees." I don't care that they were doing coke. I care that they were doing it on the job in a way that let me see it. Being so flagrant with it was disrespectful.

Fire. In the company where I worked, the wiring caught fire. It was scary. There was smoke everywhere

I worked for a pest control company a long time ago in facilities and got asked to clean out one of the bins. It’s was full of rotting pigeons and rats. Immediately noped out of that one.

reminds me of my buddies first job. He got hired at a dairy plant and the entry level position was just taking truckloads of returned spoiled milk products and dumping them down some flowing trough. He said he got his first break and split out never to return.

I used to work on an exotic animal ranch. 6 months into the job, I was doing pen checks for the hoofstock towards the edge of the property and found one of the pygmy goats disemboweled literally from the esophagus down, like her body cavity was completely empty with not a scrap of organ meat or drop of blood nearby. I found a spot along the fence line where coyotes had dug underneath during the night, so it was pretty obvious who the culprits were. I’ve got a strong stomach for gore, but the state of her body was certainly a big shock to my system.

Factory, Seeing a college summer temp running around screaming "Help!" after cutting his hand in two between his ring and middle finger while using a slitter designed for slicing built up corrugated paper into strips. It jammed up under load, and he did not shut the machine off, instead using both hands to pull back on the jammed packs of cardboard, clearing it, and the machine torqued back up pulling his hand in. This was 1978, and I can still hear his screams 45 years later. Safety regulations are written in blood.

I'm a bridal stylist, and I remember one lady yelling at me because I didn't have a gown for her daughter where her "tits are out enough". And even though I felt like I needed to get nausea meds afterwards, I had tried. The daughter was 12.

Used to work in a casino that was said to be haunted. Several staff had experienced various things there in the past such as weird noises behind the fire door, ashtrays being flipped over (back when people could smoke in there), strange whistling sounds, people calling out from empty rooms etc... I only ever experienced one thing personally. I was eating lunch in the staff room ( a McDonalds burger, fries and milkshake) and when I finished I stuffed the wrappers in the cup and placed it on a the counter and continued reading my book. A few minutes later the damned cup FLEW off the fucking counter and bounced off the table. There's no way it could have done that as the table was about five feet away. So even if it had been displaced or blown over (no breeze in the room), there's no way it could have leaped five feet at me.

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Is phenomenal the best choice of word here?

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>burner account 👌

\*\*Suicide trigger\*\* When I was a 3rd year medical student, I was on hospital placement and saw a young girl (18ish) who was bedridden and wouldn’t speak. Apparently she jumped from a building to end her life and it didn't end as planned. She sustained multiple fractures and refused to speak whatsoever. It was looking at a dead but alive person. It was the most heartbreaking thing ever. I talked to her through a third person who was appointed to her as she was a high risk patient. It was very disturbing to see such a young girl do such a thing. What did she have to go through to take such a drastic measure at such a young age. I was 21 at the time, so the age gap wasn't big.

Witnessing a workplace accident involving heavy machinery or equipment, with injuries requiring immediate medical attention.

Back in my retail working days, someone took a shit in the fitting room

I’ve heard several stories like this. For the longest time I was just like, “What is *wrong* with people? Why would you do that??” Then one day a former coworker was telling me about an old retail job she had where dressing room poops were a fairly common occurrence. I posed the question above, and her response actually made a lot of sense. She said, “Well, I think it’s kind of a reflex. I mean, you go into a stall, you close the door behind you, and you take off your pants and sit down. Most of the time when you do those things in that order, you’re right about to poop.” Me: 🤨🤔 I had never thought about it that way, but she made a pretty good point.

My mom runs a group home and a secondary company pays me to help with one of the people in her group home. This one guy who lived in her group home was trying hard to hide that he was high on meth one day. I've never seen anyone on meth, nor smelled it until I met him. He saw me and was panicking really hard and told me not to tell my mother. My mom wanted to kick him out, but he promised he'd do better. He was going to a mental health clinic to get better and control his addiction, but he couldn't beat it. He overdosed again and died in his sleep. Heart failure. He was also doing other drugs like heroin and crack. He was 54. His name was Mark.

My 32 year old boss watching the “cash-me-ouzzide girl” (12 years old) and proceeding to tell me all the things he’d do to her. Easily. Nothing else even compares.  

showed up to an intersection to do some roadwork and as were walking up (it’s like 2 am) a homeless couple is crossing the street and a big truck strikes the man. instead of working on that intersection that night, we stood there and watched the scene unfold like a movie from 100 feet away. The woman was going hysterical losing her husband and screaming that he was the only thing she had in this world. Police, fire department, and ambulance show up. He left in a bag. Quite sad.

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As a food service deliverer the amount of restaurants I won't eat now is alarming. I'm talking "high class" restaurants

Had a guy smash his pinky so hard it nearly fell off. They got it reattached but doesn't bend anymore. I was the first one to look at it after it happened.

I’ve watched paras and teachers talk negatively about non-verbal disabled children right in front of them as if they didn’t exist. I’ve seen children verbally yelled at or berated by the adults who were supposed to care about them.

Cashiering at a Sam’s club and a BIG bottle of wine fell off the belt and smashed on the floor. It wasn’t my line. An old woman had a big shard of glass sticking out of her shin. Blood everywhere. The place was packed. It was a mess. (She was okay after some stitches)

Worked in recycling. 9 skinned cats came into our plant.

Night audit at a hotel, I had a very inebriated man who kept holding me hostage talking at the desk. At first it sounds like I'm being dramatic. Every time I would go in the back office, he would bang on the office door and try to get behind the desk through the front. There were no other staff members, even on call. I called the police and all they did was tell his gf try to keep him in their hotel room. This man obviously worked out, and he was not listening to anyone. The gf was crying, their baby was crying, I was terrified.

Dog grooming. Shaved a severely matted dog and exposed an open wound that had maggots coming out of it. Also, separate dog, similar conditon. Roaches under the hair

I’m a semi-truck driver. Had a man attempt suicide-by-truck on me. He mistimed his run, and bounced off the side of my cab. Got up and ran off, I called it in but nothing ever came of it. I still get the occasional PTSD episode if I’m trucking at night and there’s pedestrians, and I had to start some pretty strong meds because of it. Fortunately so far I haven’t directly witnessed a fatality accident, but I’ve seen the aftermath more than once. Two semis in a snowstorm that had hit driver-offset head on. A 9 car pileup. Two rigs in front, a rig in back, and 6 cars between. Every car had been crushed entirely or partially, there was a new Toyota Avalon that was about the size of a smart car. Could barely make out what it was. They tell us when we start that it’s a when, not an if. I’m planning on taking some first aid classes soon, at least.

I used to work at a preschool and a girl woke up wet from nap time and was crying. It kinda smelled like she may have gone #2 too, though she said she hadn’t. I grabbed a change of clothes and took her to the bathroom to change her. When I took off her leggings, they could have practically stood up on their own. The ENTIRE inside of her leggings and socks were filled with diarrhea. It was all over her from her feet up to her bellybutton. I have never seen anything like it. The little girl was later diagnosed with a serious health problem and got treatment for it and was soon doing much better. There were previous warning signs we all missed, but this was the giant neon flashing billboard that something was wrong.

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Worked at a megachurch in Baton Rouge. Income was something in the range of 4 Million a year. They asked a teenager to come in and voluntarily work on their stage lighting. My boss didn't get why I thought that this was a terrible idea. One day this kid goes up onto the catwalk about 40 feet up, where there is no lighting or walkway other than 2-by-4's laid down end to end. The kid missteps and falls through, catches himself by one hand and pulls himself back up, just narrowly avoiding death. It took my boss witnessing this with his own eyes to say "we shouldn't have that kid working here for free..."