If you’ve ever worked a day in your life, you’ve had at least one heinous coworker.
Whether they’re the person everyone at the store can’t stand or someone who’s got half the office fooled, they make drudging through a day of work so much more unbearable than it already was. You spend nights hoping they’ll get fired and days wondering why it hasn’t happened yet.
Always ready to commiserate, people on Reddit started sharing their stories about these coworkers from hell.
They’ll either serve to reassure you that you’re not alone in your suffering, or make you grateful that whatever and whoever it is that you’re dealing with isn’t as bad as some of these weirdos.
And in some rare, rare cases, perhaps you will discover in reading that you are, in fact, your job’s worst coworker.
I fully acknowledge there are far worse things, but she microwaved salmon.
The guy who touched himself the entire time I was doing the onboard packet with him immediately comes to mind.
We had a middle aged lady that smelled like tuna. I was a manager and had to send her home one particularly hot day. I also had to put her chair outside after she left as it still smelled. It was such a shame as she was a really nice lady. She just f—king stank.
I quit smoking due to a coworker that would follow me to every smoke break to talk about their problems when I needed some god damn me-time. Its been 3 years, and I still haven’t bothered to pick the habit back up.
I win this one. She made a pot of coffee for the staff but spiked it with meth.
Steve. Steve sat in the cubicle behind me and ate ice all night long. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Shake, shake, chomp.
She told our boss that she wanted to break into my apartment and touch all of my stuff because “I bet it’s all really cool”. This was right after I found out she’d moved into the apartment next door. She would send stuff to my apartment just so I would put it on her stoop and knock on her door.
As a teenager, I worked at a bowling alley. I greeted a new girl as she came in, and she just stuck her tongue out at me. Within the hour, she was fired for dropping a ball on a complaining patron’s foot.
He once had me drive to the post office to pick up a package for him. It was a brick of hash. Sent to his full name. At the post office. He opened the package in the truck to show me all the hash he had.
This woman who was one of those people who always had to one up you. Like if you cut your thumb off, she was just recently sawed in half. She was constantly complaining and miserable and it was so draining.