What's the biggest mess (like, physical mess) you've ever gotten into at work?

[olds]

It was a dark and stormy night. I was out on rock patrol for the California Department of Transportation. I was in a snow plow truck with a sander.
I stopped at the CHP scales, which were closed, to answer nature's call. As I pulled into the scales I noticed a man outside the building acting strangely. I pulled past him about 60 feet and angled the truck so I could see him in the mirror. I then locked the passenger door and thought I locked the drivers door.
He came up to the truck and stood about 20 feet away. He was talking to me but I couldn't understand him. I rolled down the window 3/4 of the way so I could hear him. He got closer to the truck and I turned on the interior light. He was shouting something about he had to go down the hill.
He jumped up onto the external fuel tank and balanced himself by grabbing a hold of the partially open window. He was covered in blood. I asked him where his car was and if he had been in an accident. He kept saying "I have to go, I have to go down the hill" as he bounced around and practically pulled the window out of the door. I was feeling uneasy and told him that I would call the CHP and get him a ride. He shouted "NO COPS!"
Now I was really uneasy, he seemed about to pull the window out of the door. I told him to get down, go around the truck and I would give him a ride. I was thinking that as soon as he got off the truck I would drive away. Instead, he grabbed me and tried to pull me through the opening in the window. I did an arm sweep breaking his grip then I punched him and knocked him off the truck. As he was stumbling backwards I noticed a wood handle with a hickory finish in his hand. I had no idea where it came from.
I slapped my left elbow down to double check the door lock and it locked. All this time I thought it was locked. (to this day I still pull cotton out of my butt where it puckered up). I started to drive away thinking he would jump on the back of the truck. My plan in case he did was to slam on the brakes and then plow him off the road. He never tried.
I got back onto the highway and called my dispatch to send the Sheriff's Dept. They showed up and he resisted. They thumped the shlt out of him and he never flinched. After they got him cuffed and in the car they asked me what happened. I told them and they showed me the handle with the hickory finish. It was attached to a hatchet that had blood on it.
On the way to the hospital to get checked for his beating, he broke out the patrol cars window with his head. They stopped and hog tied him.
The next morning an uncle was waiting for his sister to come and pick up her daughter who had stayed the night. When she didn't show, they went to her place below the scales and found her with 99.9% of her head chopped off. They also found a restraining order against the guy I met who had threatened to kill her with an ax.
I had to testify in court.

The kicker to all this was a week later.
I was parked by the river eating my lunch on the job. A deputy pulls up and said: "Hey Chris. You seen a guy running up and down the river wearing a hockey mask and carrying a rifle"? I laughed. I thought he was playing with me. He said the no, they got just that call. I left and went elsewhere to finish my lunch.

EDIT
Forgot to add that the bad guy was on PCP.

 

[JoeKing]

Originally posted by: oldsmoboat
It was a dark and stormy night. I was out on rock patrol for the California Department of Transportation. I was in a snow plow truck with a sander.
I stopped at the CHP scales, which were closed, to answer nature's call. As I pulled into the scales I noticed a man outside the building acting strangely. I pulled past him about 60 feet and angled the truck so I could see him in the mirror. I then locked the passenger door and thought I locked the drivers door.
He came up to the truck and stood about 20 feet away. He was talking to me but I couldn't understand him. I rolled down the window 3/4 of the way so I could hear him. He got closer to the truck and I turned on the interior light. He was shouting something about he had to go down the hill.
He jumped up onto the external fuel tank and balanced himself by grabbing a hold of the partially open window. He was covered in blood. I asked him where his car was and if he had been in an accident. He kept saying "I have to go, I have to go down the hill" as he bounced around and practically pulled the window out of the door. I was feeling uneasy and told him that I would call the CHP and get him a ride. He shouted "NO COPS!"
Now I was really uneasy, he seemed about to pull the window out of the door. I told him to get down, go around the truck and I would give him a ride. I was thinking that as soon as he got off the truck I would drive away. Instead, he grabbed me and tried to pull me through the opening in the window. I did an arm sweep breaking his grip then I punched him and knocked him off the truck. As he was stumbling backwards I noticed a wood handle with a hickory finish in his hand. I had no idea where it came from.
I slapped my left elbow down to double check the door lock and it locked. All this time I thought it was locked. (to this day I still pull cotton out of my butt where it puckered up). I started to drive away thinking he would jump on the back of the truck. My plan in case he did was to slam on the brakes and then plow him off the road. He never tried.
I got back onto the highway and called my dispatch to send the Sheriff's Dept. They showed up and he resisted. They thumped the shlt out of him and he never flinched. After they got him cuffed and in the car they asked me what happened. I told them and they showed me the handle with the hickory finish. It was attached to a hatchet that had blood on it.
On the way to the hospital to get checked for his beating, he broke out the patrol cars window with his head. They stopped and hog tied him.
The next morning an uncle was waiting for his sister to come and pick up her daughter who had stayed the night. When she didn't show, they went to her place below the scales and found here with 99.9% of her head chopped off. They also found a restraining order against the guy I met who had threatened to kill her with an ax.
I had to testify in court.

The kicker to all this was a week later.
I was parked by the river eating my lunch on the job. A deputy pulls up and said: "Hey Chris. You seen a guy running up and down the river wearing a hockey mask and carrying a rifle"? I laughed. I thought he was playing with me. He said the no, they got just that call. I left and went elsewhere to finish my lunch.

:Q

 

[Hyperlite]

Nothing life threatening, but i was working at a resturant in a resort in northern michigan when i was 16. I went back to the walk-in fridge for the 10-quart tub of Greek dressing. One of my incompetant teenage co-workers had neglected to properly attatch the lid to the 10 quart (which was the only way to pick them up) so as soon as i grabbed it, wooosh...10 quarts of greek dressing all over me, everything on that shelf in the walkin, and covered the entire 12'x12' floor with oily dressing. yay. It took my a long time to come up with an effective way of sopping up the oil, i think i just ended up going through about 4 of those mop-buckets with the wring attatchment.

 

[Hyperlite]

Originally posted by: JoeKing

Originally posted by: oldsmoboat
It was a dark and stormy night. I was out on rock patrol for the California Department of Transportation. I was in a snow plow truck with a sander.
I stopped at the CHP scales, which were closed, to answer nature's call. As I pulled into the scales I noticed a man outside the building acting strangely. I pulled past him about 60 feet and angled the truck so I could see him in the mirror. I then locked the passenger door and thought I locked the drivers door.
He came up to the truck and stood about 20 feet away. He was talking to me but I couldn't understand him. I rolled down the window 3/4 of the way so I could hear him. He got closer to the truck and I turned on the interior light. He was shouting something about he had to go down the hill.
He jumped up onto the external fuel tank and balanced himself by grabbing a hold of the partially open window. He was covered in blood. I asked him where his car was and if he had been in an accident. He kept saying "I have to go, I have to go down the hill" as he bounced around and practically pulled the window out of the door. I was feeling uneasy and told him that I would call the CHP and get him a ride. He shouted "NO COPS!"
Now I was really uneasy, he seemed about to pull the window out of the door. I told him to get down, go around the truck and I would give him a ride. I was thinking that as soon as he got off the truck I would drive away. Instead, he grabbed me and tried to pull me through the opening in the window. I did an arm sweep breaking his grip then I punched him and knocked him off the truck. As he was stumbling backwards I noticed a wood handle with a hickory finish in his hand. I had no idea where it came from.
I slapped my left elbow down to double check the door lock and it locked. All this time I thought it was locked. (to this day I still pull cotton out of my butt where it puckered up). I started to drive away thinking he would jump on the back of the truck. My plan in case he did was to slam on the brakes and then plow him off the road. He never tried.
I got back onto the highway and called my dispatch to send the Sheriff's Dept. They showed up and he resisted. They thumped the shlt out of him and he never flinched. After they got him cuffed and in the car they asked me what happened. I told them and they showed me the handle with the hickory finish. It was attached to a hatchet that had blood on it.
On the way to the hospital to get checked for his beating, he broke out the patrol cars window with his head. They stopped and hog tied him.
The next morning an uncle was waiting for his sister to come and pick up her daughter who had stayed the night. When she didn't show, they went to her place below the scales and found here with 99.9% of her head chopped off. They also found a restraining order against the guy I met who had threatened to kill her with an ax.
I had to testify in court.

The kicker to all this was a week later.
I was parked by the river eating my lunch on the job. A deputy pulls up and said: "Hey Chris. You seen a guy running up and down the river wearing a hockey mask and carrying a rifle"? I laughed. I thought he was playing with me. He said the no, they got just that call. I left and went elsewhere to finish my lunch.

:Q

yeah, i think that officially takes the cake....

dude, thats just....crazy...

 

[Bryophyte]

Originally posted by: CPA

Originally posted by: Landroval
For those that do not know, women's underwear are typically sized differently than other women's clothing. No idea how big a 13 is, but it must be at least a 50" waist :Q

It's obvious you don't know, because 13 on a women is like 30-32" on a man.

Panty size is on a different scale than pant size for women. A woman who wears a pants size 13 might have about a 34" waist, but wear size 8 (or at most size 9) panties. Don't ask me why. It's really stupid.

Edit: size 13 panties is shown on a chart I found as being "6XL" and having a waist size 41-42" and a hip size of 51-52".

 

[rezinn]

I used to work at an auto parts store in high school and somehow the place just attracted the strangest people, both workers and customers.

One day we were loading a transmission into the back of some guys truck and it fell out of the chain that we had tied around it and sort of crushed the assistant managers thumb. It wasn't that bad except the thumb nail was about halfway torn off. So I got a first aid kit and he sprayed some first aid spray on it and wrapped it up. It looked pretty bad, if you've seen a finger freshly removed of its nail you know what kind of gross I am talking about. Anyway, this was not the bad part.

The next day when we were closing the store, this guy decided to have a look at his fingernail. He removed the bandaging and showed it to me. It was all oozy and bloody and he cleaned it off with some alcohol and decided to do a little surgery on his own. Now, I didn't really like the guy, so I didn't do much more than tell him it was a bad idea. He took a pair of tweezers and removed the rest of the nail, cutting some skin that was still attached to it with some scizzors in the first aid kit. Done, right? Nope.

After the entire nail was gone, you could see a blood vessel beneath where the skin was largely removed along with the nail. He asked what it was (you can tell already that he isn't too bright), and decided that he didn't need it there anymore. So he grabbed hold of it with the same tweezers, obviously in pain, and yanked on it. He pulled it out. Blood everywhere, wouldn't stop bleeding until it was wrapped up in gauze again. One of the most disgusting things I've ever seen. I watched a coworder rip a blood vessel out of his own thumb.

I quit a short time later and never saw the guy again. I still wonder what happened to his thumb.

 

[ttown]

Good God!

I once dripped coffee on a brand new tie. It left a faint stain about 1/2 the size of a dime.

Most of you people are lucky to be alive!

 

[jdub1107]

Originally posted by: walla
well you know those 3-hole hole punchers? i dropped one and all the "holes" spilled every which way!! it took me 3 minutes to pick them up one by one. it was also the day of the series finale of friends! worst day ever!!!!

It's ok. You didn't miss anything. It was probably more fun picking up paper than watching that crap. All of Season 8 sucked.

 

[dsfunk]

I was once moving a big ass jar of mustard. Well, what do you know, I got a little hungry, and couldn't find a spoon. I had that mustard all over the place.

 

[everman]

Originally posted by: Hyperlite

Originally posted by: JoeKing

Originally posted by: oldsmoboat
It was a dark and stormy night. I was out on rock patrol for the California Department of Transportation. I was in a snow plow truck with a sander.
I stopped at the CHP scales, which were closed, to answer nature's call. As I pulled into the scales I noticed a man outside the building acting strangely. I pulled past him about 60 feet and angled the truck so I could see him in the mirror. I then locked the passenger door and thought I locked the drivers door.
He came up to the truck and stood about 20 feet away. He was talking to me but I couldn't understand him. I rolled down the window 3/4 of the way so I could hear him. He got closer to the truck and I turned on the interior light. He was shouting something about he had to go down the hill.
He jumped up onto the external fuel tank and balanced himself by grabbing a hold of the partially open window. He was covered in blood. I asked him where his car was and if he had been in an accident. He kept saying "I have to go, I have to go down the hill" as he bounced around and practically pulled the window out of the door. I was feeling uneasy and told him that I would call the CHP and get him a ride. He shouted "NO COPS!"
Now I was really uneasy, he seemed about to pull the window out of the door. I told him to get down, go around the truck and I would give him a ride. I was thinking that as soon as he got off the truck I would drive away. Instead, he grabbed me and tried to pull me through the opening in the window. I did an arm sweep breaking his grip then I punched him and knocked him off the truck. As he was stumbling backwards I noticed a wood handle with a hickory finish in his hand. I had no idea where it came from.
I slapped my left elbow down to double check the door lock and it locked. All this time I thought it was locked. (to this day I still pull cotton out of my butt where it puckered up). I started to drive away thinking he would jump on the back of the truck. My plan in case he did was to slam on the brakes and then plow him off the road. He never tried.
I got back onto the highway and called my dispatch to send the Sheriff's Dept. They showed up and he resisted. They thumped the shlt out of him and he never flinched. After they got him cuffed and in the car they asked me what happened. I told them and they showed me the handle with the hickory finish. It was attached to a hatchet that had blood on it.
On the way to the hospital to get checked for his beating, he broke out the patrol cars window with his head. They stopped and hog tied him.
The next morning an uncle was waiting for his sister to come and pick up her daughter who had stayed the night. When she didn't show, they went to her place below the scales and found here with 99.9% of her head chopped off. They also found a restraining order against the guy I met who had threatened to kill her with an ax.
I had to testify in court.

The kicker to all this was a week later.
I was parked by the river eating my lunch on the job. A deputy pulls up and said: "Hey Chris. You seen a guy running up and down the river wearing a hockey mask and carrying a rifle"? I laughed. I thought he was playing with me. He said the no, they got just that call. I left and went elsewhere to finish my lunch.

:Q

yeah, i think that officially takes the cake....

dude, thats just....crazy...

:Q holy crap

 

[olds]

Sorry. Didn't mean to kill the thread.

 

[Banana]

Originally posted by: oldsmoboat
Sorry. Didn't mean to kill the thread.

(Groan)

 

bump.

 

[cKGunslinger]

Originally posted by: CPA

Originally posted by: Landroval

Originally posted by: compudog
I am the facility maintenance manager (and IT Manager) at an indutrial manufacturer. We got a call that the toilets in the offices were overflowing. This then spread to the restrooms on the production floor. Grabbing the plunger, one of my staff went to the sign of the first blockage. With a few deft thrusts of the plunger, the blockage was moved further in the sewer pipes and all of the drains started flowing again. I called the janitor to clean up the floors. We went to the manhole cover (which is actually in part of our warehouse) and opened the access up to see if we could find the blockage. (We have found garbage bags and other items flushed in the past) Peering into the dark, we see what may be the obstruction. I grab a flashlight, garden hose and climb down the ladder into the abyss. I "fished" from the waste stream, a very soiled pair of size 13 ladies underwear. Seems someone made a poopie in their drawers and flushed them away, blocking the pipes. It took me a long time to feel clean again...

For those that do not know, women's underwear are typically sized differently than other women's clothing. No idea how big a 13 is, but it must be at least a 50" waist :Q

It's obvious you don't know, because 13 on a women is like 30-32" on a man.

Incorrect.

 

[Maverick]

great thread...I wanna hear more. My biggest mess was spilling soda on a laptop.

 

[ShadowBlade]

once, i set of an alarm in another building i had to go to

 

[MoPHo]

Worked @ a hospital and some guy stole his grandfather's body from the morgue. I got blamed because my department is supposed to release the body when, infact, the nursing supervisor had let the guy do it. I was receiving calls from my supervisor's and state people asking me to explain what I had done wrong for about 3 hours. it was fun.

Physical mess: put in isolation for 1.5 hours because a patient left their isolation room and was walking around for a bit while i was up on the floors. they bumped into me and then died a couple minutes later.

 

[eakers]

When I was a teen i worked at tim hortons I picked up a bag of cream for the dispenser and the bag broke and cream went all over the back room. the bag had to have been damaged because the cream was all sour. as soon as the smell hit me i puked.

so now we have a back room full of sour cream and puke. I'm covered in SOUR cream and puke splashback. There is only one other person there and shes my age and its BUSY. Eventually we called another coworker/friend to come in and help clean up the mess and bring me a new uniform.

my bosses never found out.

 

[sygyzy]

Originally posted by: Toastedlightly
Well Ill make mine quick. Those dishwashers in resturaunts that use the really basic and condensed cleaning formula... yea. A friend and I were dishboys and we were tasked with cleaning the floor (chinese resturaunt). We were out of degreases so our boss told us to use the 'wed chemicols!" We told him it was corrosive and would damage the floor. His response was "they don't know what they are talking about!" So we have this bucket of chemicals with a lid on it that has a small hole. We lift it up, and pour some on the floor. All goes well adn we start cleaning. My friend is bringing it back and he starts slipping so he drops it. Right onto the floor (bottom first) so it splashed up the hole in the lid and went up his nose, in his mouth and in his eyes. His nose starts bleeding, his mouth starts bleeding and he goes blind in one eye. I was a little freaked, but luckily a cook had vinegar on hand and we helped him. Suffice to say, that woudl eb the stupidest thing I have done at work.

That or having 'lightsaber' fights with old florecant bulbs...

Stupid question - how does vinegar help you with the chemicals?

 

[sygyzy]

Originally posted by: Bushwicktrini
I had just got out of the Navy and got a job as a jr boiler service man in NYC. The main mechcanic and I wher at a call on 70th st on the westside of the city nice building with a door man and everything. The call was boiler failing to light off and it was a gas boiler. Well the mechanic tell me to pull the clapper on the burner to make it contact and open the gas vavle as he thought it was just a weak pilot and if giving gas it would light. Well We did this about 5 times each time the boiler would fail to light. On the 6th time I was sitting right infront of the boiler and BOOM! it lights and blows the side panels off and the boiler breaching right into the ceiling I get blow back about 6 feet and the mechcanic also hits the floor. There was dust everywhere and I couln't hear anything for about 15min. My boss who was upstairs came running down with the doorman and the buldings super he had to write everything he was saying cause I couldn't hear sh!t and I would yell back the answers. Thank God it was a sectional boiler other wise that might have been it for me

That hurt me to read. Seriously.

 

[sygyzy]

I was helping out at my aunt and uncle's store. It was a slow day. They had one of those office fridges and as you all know, those things get iced up in the upper freezer section pretty quickly. Soon, you have no place left for your Stoffers. So I took a mallet and a small screwdriver and started breaking off chunks. It was actually kind of fun because you can break off large "icebergs". Then it happened. I punctured the freezer surface and the cooling gas started leaking. Well there's no turning back after that. They looked at me with such disappointment. I didn't get in trouble but I sure felt like an idiot.

 

[SouthPaW1227]

Biggest mess for me:

In high school I worked on a potato farm driving trucks and hauling 'taters. They needed me in the field to help work on a digger, so I rode in the passenger seat w/ another driver taking the big 10-wheeler (3 axels, HUGE trucks I'm talking about here) to the field. He gets a full load (approx. $10,000 worth of taters) and gets me back in, and heads back to the shed...around a bend the loose motion in the wheel didn't allow the driver to turn back fast enough and the entire truck fell into a 15-foot deep ravine. I felt it falling and grabbed onto the ceiling and the driver so he wouldn't fall through my OPEN WINDOW (no A/C in these old trucks) and die. The truck was demolished but we were fine...boss was SO PISSED 'cause the truck was trashed and $10k in taters was lost.

We return to the shed, and get radio the digger's down again. I head back again as a passenger...while he's loading I work, and I take the passenger's seat again to head back. I'm still VERY shaken from almost dying. Not 20 feet after I get in, the driver (different guy now than the 1st truck) gets too close to the edge and it gives way, that truck crashes into a 15-foot ravine and I again, held on for dear life. This time my seat wasn't bolted down (told ya, OLD unsafe trucks) and it nearly took the head off the driver.

This farmer has been doing potatos for 35 years and before this day he had ZERO truck crashes. I was in 2, with completely different drivers, within 30 minutes of each other. Needless to say I caustiously drove home and was just grateful to be alive. I worked the rest of that summer but never again...

 

[imported_Tick]

My sister broke a 40 gallon fish tank with a bungee cord.