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At my previous job I worked with a couple dip****s who would blare the radio constantly. I get that people like to have a bit of background noise while we're working but I ****ing hate hate hate hearing the same 10 songs over and over and I REALLY ****ing hate commercials. Do you really believe you can make $10,000 a month from home? Failing that, do you owe $10,000 or more to the IRS? Wanna buy this overpriced SUV with no money down? Male enhancement pills? Lose weight without diet or exercise? SAVE 15% ON CAR INSURANCE MOTHER****ER I WILL MURDER YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY AND EVERYONE INVOLVED WITH THE MAKING OF THIS COMMERCIAL. I'll be in a store and will specifically NOT buy certain brands if the commercials piss me off.

One night at the bagel shop this ******* jackass has the radio blaring as usual on some bull**** "classic rock" station that's mainly late 80s cock rock. I'm scrubbing out the kettle and some stupid ****ing **** comes on for about the 7th time screeching to come on down and save 50% off some bull**** mattress bedroom set or whatever, I slam the hard plastic brush down into the kettle making a loud *** bang and jackass starts doing his little tee-hee giggle that he ALWAYS ****ING DOES EVERY TWO SECONDS and I go into the office where he radio is located, rip it out of the wall hard enough to pull the whole electrical socket out with it, wires and **** dangling everywhere, and SLAM that mother****er HARD onto the floor tearing out a chunk of the carpet. This was one of those 90s shelf units with the double tape player and cd changer in top with the speakers out in the shop area right above my head. This ANNOYING old lesbian who looked like Granny Clampett and sounded like Tony Danza ran out of the room calling me a ****ing *******. I picked up the radio, took it outside and started smashing it into the pavement, swinging it around by the cord and into the side of the building knocking several chunks of plaster out if the wall. Went back inside to what I was doing like nothing happened.

Couple months later someone else had brought in another radio and now, numbnuts who turned it on would just leave it on after he left and I was the only one still there. Not enough to annoy the piss outta me all night, he also has to be annoying me when he's not even there. So I'm like, ok, ok...I got something for ya. Radio removed, smashed, only this time instead of throwing it in the dumpster I put it back on the shelf for everyone to see. My boss contemplated firing me but after I went on vacation for a week and the place went to hell he simply didn't allow radios anymore.
 

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Another place I worked at I removed the radio but simply set it back on the kettle where it still made a loud *** noise, because every single time anybody walked by or even looked at this ****ing thing wrong the metal lid would go kerrranngg. Chef comes in the next day and says to me "Hey Ryan man, about the radio yesterday...Um, I know ya kinda like to have it quiet in here but the girls like a little bit of music so if you could just kinda ask if we could maybe turn the volume down instead of just kinda rippin' it right outta tha wall, um, that'd be great, yeah"

Had to laugh another time because these two fat chicks would always get offended and change the channel whenever something sex-related came on so one night Love Line comes on, she changes it to a news station, and they're doing a story about pornography. Was nice and quiet the rest of the night :)
 
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