A few years ago I was a kitchen manager at a place in Charlotte, NC. I don't know if it is common knowledge or not, but drug use in kitchens is very common, and most of the time accepted. That being said, I had a line cook who had come in tweaked out on cocaine. He came to me explained the situation, apologized, asked if he could run somewhere and come in a little later in "better shape." It was slow, and most of the prep was done so I said he could have an extra hour. He comes back 45 minutes later and is calmed down, stopped shaking and had a grin on his face. He was one of my better line cooks, so I was glad to see that I didn't have to reprimand him. We begin the dinner service and every thing is running smoothly when I look across the line and he begins to look as if he's falling asleep while working the grill. He assured me that he was fine. Fifteen minutes goes by and I see him collapse, landing with his face and arm on the grill, HE DIDN'T EVEN WAKE UP. I run across the kitchen and push him off, skin literally melted to the grill. As he hits the ground, he wakes up and simply says "aw shit, chef may I go to the hospital?" The smell was horrific. At seven pm on a Friday night we closed the restaurant, opened all the doors and windows and cleaned up the mess. (We bought new plates for the grill, don't worry). As I'm doing my order for the next day around ten pm, he comes back in, bandaged up and says "chef, can I help with anything?" Astonished, I couldn't reply. And he continued to explain that he went to his dealers house and got a"shit ton of oxycontin" snorted it so he could calm down and he just nodded out. "But its okay they gave me morphine so I can still work, and I'm a dumbass so don't worry about workers comp, I just want to still have a job." Two weeks later he returned to work, sober and hasn't touched a drug or had a drink since. I arranged so that his hospital bills were paid, but he had no paid time off. One of the best employees and craziest mother f_ckers I will ever meet. (Source)
Many years ago I was a lowly production manager of a small team at a graphics shop. One of the dudes on my night shift got pissed at the shop owner, and started taking tidy little sh_ts on the ceiling tiles, and then placing the tiles back up into the ceiling grid. An odor of poo started permeating the place, and nobody knew where it was coming from. Took weeks, and then we finally discovered his high altitude sh_t mine field. Owner grimly admitted "I don't pay you enough to take care of this (shit)" and broke out the ladder, face mask, rubber gloves and bucket. (Source)
We own a salvage yard (junk yard) and we usually have a few cats around. Every now and then one of these cats will claim us and live in the office. We feed it, take it to the vets and it becomes our junk yard pet cat. One particular cat was awesome and all the guys loved this cat, even the burly guys. They would all share their lunches with the cat. This one guy that used to work for us was a real asshole. One day he decided that he didn't like the cat anymore. He took a can of spray paint and painted the poor kitty. All over, head to tail. When the cat came into the office, my husband, who is the boss, went ballistic. The first thing my husband did was wash the cat off as best as he could. Then he went into the shop and raised holy hell. Screaming at everyone until a new guy finally told him that he saw Jim spray paint the cat. My husband was raging and wanted to really f_ck this guy up bad but instead, called the cops and filed animal cruelty charges and fired him on the spot. This guy had the balls to file for unemployment for unlawful termination. He was denied several times but kept opposing the judgement. We fought his argument all the way to the highest level of State review, where he was granted full unemployment benefits. The reason was, even though he broke the law while at work, it doesn't (didn't) state in our handbook "no spray painting of cats" or "no unlawful activities at the work place". We thought that would have been a given. The guy finally got his though, kinda. He's serving a year in jail for fleeing from the police while drunk. The cat lived for several more years. One guy would always come in on Sunday to feed her and he found her dead. She had died in her sleep, in the box filled with blankets that they kept for her. (Source)
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