h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Actually it's not as bad as over-active imaginations might tar me - but even so...'shhh'!

One of my friends once did something quite interesting.
He was planning to quit so when the boss went and asked him to work over sunday he stood up, made the Hitler sign and said-Jawhol mein Fhurer".

New ideas, anyone?

Y.

At the supermarket I work in, a guy who worked on the beers, wines, and spirits department was found in the alcohol storage room in the warehouse, having a tipple. There has since been a cctv camera installed in the room.

Two colleagues and I once hit PLAY on the video and with the music going full blast on several TVs, we Riverdanced through the office, including through a meeting in the Board Room, and then carried on Riverdancing out into the lifts and were gone. It was St Patrick's Day after all!

On another day, a colleague and I drank nearly a full bottle of vodka - cunningly disguised as Cranberry Juice - over the course of the day. Needless to say, by the end of the day, we were hammered!

But the piéce de résistance - at an office party to "celebrate" the refurbishment of our office, including new desks, new furniture and new carpets throughout, a colleague and I spilt a full bottle of red wine on the brand new, cream, board room carpet!

I'm not sure if having sex at work would be considered all that outrageous, particularly when the door was firmly locked, but I did once have sex on the floor of the training centre of an engineering company that employed me at the time. Who with? The Training Officer! In my defence I would like to say that I was only 23 and he was very sexy.

Liz
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Hmm - I suspect people are holding back.

Having finally got the courage up to ask out the girl in the next office, on the Tuesday, we went out to the pictures on Thursday. On Friday she asked me to help her carry some files to the safe (a large room with a fire-proof door.) Once inside she pulled her dress over her head to reveal stocking and suspenders, and we did what two healthy 20 year olds have always done under these circumstances.

Over the next two months we had sex, on the bosses desk, in the lift, in the ladies toilet, under the desk in reception, in the car park, in the cloakroom, and one afternoon, on the roof. She confided to me that should only enjoyed sex when she might get caught.

I became concerned when I discovered she had told all the 22 girls she worked with about our adventures. One of those girls was my bosses wife !

Good work McKay!

I salute you. Keep it up...

C'mon guys has nobody else set fire to one of their workmates ?

Well, let's see. Sometimes I do translations, and part of that work I do at home. So technically my home is my work. Hmm, what is the most outragious thing I have done there, then?


Erm, I don't want to talk about it andand someif you know what I meanandand don't forget

But that does not really count, does it?

Teachers have to set an example so no I haven't done anything outrageous at work.Pity that doesn't extend to the students though.

Working on a summer camp I had a lovely blond assistant who took a fancy to me.

We would always take advantage in between teaching classes and disappear behind a nearby barn where there was plenty of long grass. Here of course we would do what came naturally,hoping that the next class wouldn't arrive early and find us.

When working night shifts in another job, we used the female toilets because they were closer, and it was considered bad form to lock to the door.

I guess that's all I can think of and it's all a bit tame really.

I once sent a joke letter anonymously to the Regimental Sergeant Major when I was in the Army. It implied he was a nose picking drunken slob. It caused a sever sense of humour failure which had an adverse effect on a lot of people. To this day he still doesn't know who the real culprit was, but I was in a cold sweat for a few days.

Donald

I used to suffer from bad rheumatism (or was it arthritis?) in my left foot. By the time I'd walked to work I was in agony and the first thing I did was put my foot under the cold tap in the lavs. This used to result in a lot of water spilt on the floor. One morning my boss used the lav after me, and when he came out he said "what on earth do you do in there? I'm sure you must wash your feet in there!".

I have been known to ask federal public servants to work at the most inconvenient or peculiar times, ie: Mondays, Fridays and the occasional day in between.

Told the boss exactly what I thought of him? Well, I held back a little...it was 3 months after when I finally resigned, without I may add being prompted