Results tagged “Food” from Job Swill

Several years ago, I worked for the local police department in a sweet job in the warrants and booking department, the office of which was located inside the jail building. I was stoked to work there, having just started taking college classes for Criminal Justice. Bonus- I worked graveyard, which, while being hell on one's social life, was the most exciting time to be in that job, and paid a small shift differential.

A couple of the chicks on my shift were kinda ghetto- baby mama types who got government assistance. I have no idea what their qualifications were to get hired, but they had both been there since before I started.

One of them, Robyn, was about five months pregnant with baby number two by baby daddy number two. She admitted laughingly to everyone that she wasn't sure which of three guys was the father. She also regularly knew the various thugs and gangbanger types we booked in- some of them were exboyfriends. Class act, I know. Also, she didn't even have custody of her first kid- a toddler that her mother was raising.

Robyn was a party type, and openly had continued partying (drinking and smoking, both Newports and pot) during her pregnancy. One night, she had a bag of weed in her purse, and cracked herself up by showing it to me and a couple of other girls in the office.

I was furious. Despite my better judgment, I contacted my supervisor and told her. Another girl in my office, Shannon, did the same thing.

If I knew how it would wind up, I would have skipped chain of command altogether and called in a police officer. In case you don't know, bringing contraband into a jail is a felony.

I work as a desk monkey in an academic office of a major public University. My department is really small, so we frequently have food for things like birthdays, graduations, etc.

We have one retired professor who still feels the need to be around, rather than enjoy his state funded unemployment.

When we have cake or cookies, they are usually placed in front of my desk because it is centrally located.

One day a few months ago, he came in for cake. (His third piece of the day, god forbid you save some for the poor grad students). After serving himself an enormous piece, he LICKS THE COMMUNAL SERVING KNIFE and then puts it back. I seriously shuddered when he did it.

Ever since then, my collegues and I watch him and hide the server when he comes in. Last time we had brownies, he licked his finger and scraped the bottom of the pan. While there were still brownies in it.

It has gotten to the point where we don't do 'homemade' anymore because it just grosses everyone out. Our candy dish only holds pre-wrapped goodies.

PS-He has a degree from MIT, but has repeatedly tried to send faxes from my printer, but that is another story.

(Posted by Anonymous)

I love my job because we have popcorn and kool-aid fridays.

(Posted by Cassie)