What's your funniest professional deformation?
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in the ’90s*
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When the automatisms you acquired during your job are invading your private life.
When i was an intern in a big store, i had to fight against the reflex of storing the shelves during my own shopping sessions.
Inventorying and alphabetizing all of my physical media.
Retail for a decade.
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every website hurts me
Same, but also apps
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It disturbs most people unless they are also in healthcare.
The other thing is really inappropriate meal conversations.Or if they bodybuild. Big complement in that community.
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It disturbs most people unless they are also in healthcare.
The other thing is really inappropriate meal conversations.I creep yall out back staring at it when the needle goes in.
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Going out to pubs and pointing out all the missing or lacking essential safety measures.
Going pretty much anywhere and talking about the breaches of electrical safety requirements.
In airports and explaining all the ways they aren’t complying with safety regulations. And now that I don’t work in an airport anymore I don’t know what to do with all that VERY specific knowledge.
I don’t know what to do with all that VERY specific knowledge.
Anonymously tip it to regulating authorities?
Or the news, to force a resolution and get some amusement?
Maybe I'm too much of a keyboard vigilante lol...
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Checking people over.
Used to be a nurse's assistant, among other jobs. So I have the unnerving habit of eyeballing everyone I know and asking them questions when they show even a hint of difficulty.
I see something on their arm, I'm likely to be reaching for them before I stop to think to ask permission. Luckily, I don't do it with strangers because I hate touching or being touched when I don't know the person, but it gets plenty of eye rolls from the people I do know lol.
Skin check!
Oh, I see you holding your belly, when did you last move your bowels?
Then again, some of them are fine with it.
My buddy, Spider, the last time he had a big party, he showed up the next day, said he went a little crazy, stood up and whipped out his dick. It was abraded, but otherwise intact and with no signs of infection. And yes, before I could stop myself, I was leaning forward and looking closely.
Because it was Spider, he wiggled it at me and said, in a squeaky little voice "hello Mr sasquatch, do you want a kees?"
I love that guy, but I slapped his balls for that one
This comment descended more into bizarre whimsical madness with every paragraph lmao.
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I don’t know what to do with all that VERY specific knowledge.
Anonymously tip it to regulating authorities?
Or the news, to force a resolution and get some amusement?
Maybe I'm too much of a keyboard vigilante lol...
These aren’t unknown things. Airports are taken very seriously, and they work closely with regulators.
But especially when you’ve worked in a high reliability airport, you can’t help when you travel to others and notice where they’re falling behind, things they haven’t done yet. Etc.
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I work in commercial and institutional building energy efficiency. I notice myself paying way more attention to the infrastructure that normally fades into the background. Stuff like “I wonder how big the transformer for this building is?” or “Ooh, that’s a hefty cooling tower, I wonder how much chilled water they use?”
I do this with stonework. My wife's started doing it now too. When we first got together, we'd be on vacation and she'd point out what she thought was great stone work. Without being a dick about it I would automatically point out things that are super obvious to me, 15 years in the trade next summer. "That's a structurally severe crack, that's an obviously amateur patch, why the fuck that person was let anywhere near a restoration job is beyond me, that's got another 5 years max until it could potentially fall and kill someone...." Etc etc etc.
Now our vacations tend to be us going from restaurant to attractions or whatever, and stopping along the way to criticise shoddy stone work.
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This comment descended more into bizarre whimsical madness with every paragraph lmao.
You just described Spider!
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When the automatisms you acquired during your job are invading your private life.
When i was an intern in a big store, i had to fight against the reflex of storing the shelves during my own shopping sessions.
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Ooo You've got good veins, I could get a huge cannula into that one.
I love it when the phlebotomist tells me I have nice veins. Makes me feel proud, and I like that it makes their life easier.
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These aren’t unknown things. Airports are taken very seriously, and they work closely with regulators.
But especially when you’ve worked in a high reliability airport, you can’t help when you travel to others and notice where they’re falling behind, things they haven’t done yet. Etc.
Like what
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When the automatisms you acquired during your job are invading your private life.
When i was an intern in a big store, i had to fight against the reflex of storing the shelves during my own shopping sessions.
I occasionally check my surroundings (especially when staying at a spot for more than just a couple minutes) for potential ambush and sniper locations.
The funny part about that is that I only served for two years and not once left my home country to even be at risk of combat.
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Like what
Well, the front's not supposed to fall off.
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Well, the front's not supposed to fall off.
I thought that was pretty typical.
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i worked at starbucks during its heyday in the 90's and it turned me into an espresso snob thanks to the training they used to put their barista through.
they stopped doing that sometime in the 2000's and now i'm so bougie that starbucks is beneath my standards. lol
i'm the same way with food; i used to make my own tortillas and now everything store bought is beneath my standards too. lol
Do you have a press or do you abuela that shit with a carbon steel pan and rolling stick?
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Do you have a press or do you abuela that shit with a carbon steel pan and rolling stick?
I used my hands to flatten them (flour tortillas); I don't make them anymore due to health reasons.
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When the automatisms you acquired during your job are invading your private life.
When i was an intern in a big store, i had to fight against the reflex of storing the shelves during my own shopping sessions.
Used to work at a casino as security and while recording employees with coin to fill the machines, we had to sign our name and employee number on literally hundreds of slips per day.
I have signed my employee number on rent checks and even some Christmas and birthday cards without even realizing it.
We also had to clear our hands by showing front and back of hands to the surveillance camera.
I've unthinkingly cleared my hands on many occasions while shopping and putting something back on the shelf.
It took me literally years to break those habits and I still occasionally fight to not sign my employee number.
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