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  • #16
    Never been any at this workplace, it's small and we all get along.

    Plenty of rumours about me in other places though. And in my last workplace... hoy.

    Apparently being attractive, smart and friendly to people means you f**k all of them in orgies over the telephone desks.

    Huh.

    I wish someone had informed me.
    Deepak Chopra says, "Fear deprives people of choice. Fear shrinks the world into isolated, defensive enclaves. Fear spirals out of control. Fear makes everyday life seem clouded over with danger.

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    • #17
      The only place there were rumors about me was at the Roy Rogers I used to work at eons ago.

      I was having an affair with the Assistant Manager there. I was 23, he was 35, he had a 10-year-old kid AND he rode a bike because he lost his license for too many DUI/DWIs. That was the only one I heard/was told about when I confronted people/managers. (The managers were awesome including the Ass Man I was supposedly sleeping with - they made sure everyone knew it wasn't true). I was just friendly with the Ass Man - I wasn't interested in him that way, but I did like talking to him.

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      • #18
        First Job: Nothing

        Lets see, at my second job, I was sleeping with a couple of women(I had a GF that worked there when I did)

        Third Job: Nothing

        Fourth Job: I was gay I was going with a woman that worked in that debt with me.

        My last job: That I was just like Quagmire from Family Guy(tm). And that is only because I had more Girlfriends, then my buddy(one of the owners) did. He married the first one.
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        • #19
          I turned my ex bf gay.

          Just for the record, people at the factory have been starting rumors about him being gay for years. Way before I ever started there.
          You really need to see a neurologist. - Wagegoth

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          • #20
            While teaching in Poland, I mentioned to a colleague how supportive one of the directors had been. She had allowed us to share her flat, and one evening she spent hours counselling my 13 year old daughter, who was having a real hard time of it at school, because she spoke no Polish. My daughter and the director were both fully clothed, wrapped in separate blankets, and sitting at opposite ends of a 4 seater sofa.

            It developed into a rumour that I had interrupted a lesbian session between the two, and even though I refuted the idiotic rumour, it was still being repeated at other schools in Poland a year later.

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            • #21
              The LP guy once told me that another co-irker asked him if I was a Lesbian. (Close....Bi-Sexual.)

              And then there was the rumor that I was a closet Satanist (because apparently, one of my first jobs at the bookstore was learning to shelving the Wiccan, New Age, and Satanic Books (which I still do and have good knowledge of), ergo that equals me to being a Satanist or some corrupted New Age freak).

              Oh, and apparently, i'm a She-Male, a Post-Op Tranny, a Cross Dresser (depending on the time), and I like to wear bicycle pants instead of normal undies. Even worse was of of the co-irkers couldn't remember my name, and had referred to me as "Sugar Pants."

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              • #22
                Apparently I am having a rip-roaring affair with one of the account managers at work. Yes, boys and girls cannot be just friends. Never mind the fact that he's getting married in TWO DAYS, to a wonderful woman he has been with since highschool, and I'm so madly in love with TTO it makes other people hurl when I get all mushy about him.
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                • #23
                  Rumours are so much more fun than real life.
                  "I can tell her you're all tied up in the projection room." Sunset Boulevard.

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                  • #24
                    the funniest rumor about me was when i worked in vegas.
                    this was that:

                    1 - my australian accent was made up to get girls, and
                    2 - i was an american from, of all places south dakota.

                    now i have never even been to south dakota, and i really am australian.

                    this died down when some friends from the casino came over for beers one night and saw me watching video tapes of cricket.. they figured no yank would watch that!
                    The mere fact that we have the flamethrower means that someone, somewhere once said "You know, I'd really like to set those customers over there on fire, but don't possess the means to do it"

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                    • #25
                      In high school, I was reputed to be the leader of a satanic cult that met on full moons on the ninth green of the local golf course to sacrifice small animals. I have no idea how that detailed of a rumor got started when I've never even been to that golf course.
                      The Rich keep getting richer because they keep doing what it was that made them rich. Ditto the Poor.
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                      • #26
                        At work yesterday I learned that I'm still a slut.

                        Who knew? Not me.

                        Oh, and I can't believe I forgot this one... I "belong" to one the of cops. Unfortunately, it's the one I call Sergeant Sodomy.
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                        oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat
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                        • #27
                          Apparently at my last job I was gay. Don't know where that came from, maybe because I was a guy who didn't hit on anything with boobs?

                          I became very close friends with a woman from our helpdesk dept. I ended up getting fired shortly after that (not that I'm broken up about that), but I'm sure if I stayed on, someone would have started a rumor that she and I were sleeping together. Whatever, I couldn't care less.
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                          • #28
                            That I was pregnant.

                            I can totally see why people would believe this though. You see, they were tarring the roof at work, and toward the end of the week the smell was making me really sick to my stomach. So sick I was coming into work with a bag of crackers, a bottle of gingerale, and periodically rubbing my stomach.

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                            • #29
                              Last job:

                              My boyfriend and I were brother and sister. (we both worked there)

                              He was gay, but not out of the closet, and I was his "cover"

                              I'm a slut that would sleep with anyone

                              I was a "fag hag" ( I hate that term) and was trying to sleep with the gay manager

                              Oh, and of course, I was a lesbian/bisexual, and trying to sleep with the Girl GM.

                              Apparently, you cannot be friendly to everyone without sending the rumor mill flying!
                              I'm just me. I like it. Stop trying to change what I like!

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                              • #30
                                Not at my store, or any place I've worked at, to my knowledge...but when I was in high school, everyone from the school board on down were convinced that I was a gang member, just because I had lived in Milwaukee.

                                First of all, gangs aren't my thing. Second of all, who would want me as a member of their gang? "I can totally hook us all up with a buttload of Pepsi!!" Third of all, if I even tried to say I was in a gang, real gang members would have beat my ass. I told one of my friends this a few years ago (he honestly was a gang member back in the day), and he laughed his ass off and agreed with me.
                                I'm bringing disdain back...with a vengeance.

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