In the Closet
I wasn’t there to see it, but my coworkers have talked about “the cabinet incident.” Last year was my first year of teaching, and I was working in a low-income inner city school. People kept saying to me “there’s no way you could possibly be worse than the last girl we had.” When I asked what they meant, I was told that a few years prior the principal had hired a first year teacher. Apparently one day she got so overwhelmed and upset by the behavior of her class that she chucked a ream of paper out the window and then ran into the back room, shut herself in a big cabinet and cried. Her class was unsupervised for a while (apparently none of the kids had told anyone what happened) and when the principal found her, she was curled up on the floor of the cabinet, rocking back and forth and sobbing. Clearly, she was fired soon after that.
I didn’t stay at that school longer than a year because the principal was the equivalent of Satan, but when I left she said to me “despite all the sh*t you were put through this year from your kids, you’re the first teacher I can remember who I never saw cry at school.” I’ll take that as a compliment, I suppose. (MysteriousPlatypus)
This guy in a restaurant kitchen got in a fist fight with a younger guy, punched him in the face, backed up, started shaking his face and doing the Scooby-Doo voice. He was nuts. I broke it up and took the other guy out of the kitchen to separate them and came back ten minutes later and the crazy guy had perfectly cleaned his area – like freaking spotless – and clocked out early and never returned. Never seen or heard from him. Never picked up his last paycheck. Weirdest sh*t I’ve ever seen. (torku)
My orchestra conductor threw a metal hole puncher at the cello section after the basses kept on fucking around during a rehearsal for an international competition.
Edit: for you cello sympathists no cello were harmed during the Flight of the Holepuncher. Just a broken baton. (SpammityCalamity)