Employee forced to pass messages between two coworkers who refused to talk to each other, then he starts trolling them both: 'I started making up messages to give each of them on behalf of the other'

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  • A group of male coworkers working alongside one another while sharing a computer.
  • Two coworkers refused to talk to each other. They stuck me in the middle. I am goofy.

    Way too many years ago, I worked in a specialty shop serving geeks and nerds. Comics, Anime, Collectibles, etc. The boss didn't know what he was doing in general and when a position opened he would just hire random regular customers.
  • (Sidenote: If you do this, be aware that firing an employee means also losing a regular customer.)
  • After a "house cleaning" where the boss got rid of everyone working for him, I was one of these ill- advised customer hires,
  • along with two others. He took us out to dinner as a group, no expense spared, touted a new era for the business, etc.
  • Employee #1 was a local musician, or wanted to be one. He'd play random gigs wherever he could,
  • and would come into the shop h over. He would hide under the comic box tables and sleep for hours during the work day. I
  • can't think of a single thing he did in-store other than sleep and run the register so poorly that he could often be overheard saying things like, "Eh, just take it, it's only $2."
  • Employee #2 was a college student with theater kid energy. He patterned himself after The Crow (Brandon Lee version) and put on a general "don't come to school tomorrow" vibe.
  • He self-published a typo- riddled novel about two S Ik is having a contest to see who could S Ik the most, and literally touted himself as being better than "hacks"
  • like [insert every single horror author he could think of]. Employee #1 slept with Employee #2's girlfriend three days into employment. Employee
  • #2 destroyed a bunch of the girlfriend's property and let her cat out. From that point forward these two would not interact with each other in any regard.
  • I was blissfully unaware of all of this, finding out after-the-fact when the boss let me know there was going to be trouble at the start of the work day.
  • He insisted things would blow over quickly and they'd make up, but he was probably just coping over another likely employee wipe.
  • Cue several weeks of #1 and #2 refusing to talk to anyone but me – to the - point they started asking me to give each other messages, like this was middle school. These two wouldn't even stand or sit in proximity of each other.
  • To be clear, I was absolutely not comfortable with this and told them to "tell him yourself" multiple times,
  • only to be met with "so you're on his side", "some help you are", and s Just garbage responses. These dudes were adults. 5+ years older than me.
  • I had my own job, my own work to do, this wasn't really something I was interested in taking on.
  • However, I was a new hire at one of my first jobs, so after voicing my concerns, I caved immediately and did what I was told.
  • At first I took this seriously, making sure to dutifully serve my purpose as a living post-it note. However, as the days went on, nothing changed.
  • #2 would tell me to let #1 know he didn't clean up properly, and #1 would slam a chair around and yell at me about it.
  • #1 would tell me to get #2 to explain where $20 went out of the register, and #2 would just ignore me for minutes on end, as if I wasn't even there, until I walked away with no answer.
  • Eventually, being stupid got the better of me, and I started making up messages to give each of them on behalf of the other.
  • Random, small stuff at first, like hitting one of them with "Uhh, hey, he wants to know if you're done using that pen..." in the middle of him actively writing.
  • "He wants to know if you're the one who blew up the bathroom. No? Cool, I'll let him know right away." Dumb stuff.
  • The problem with most master criminals, however, is that deep down they want to be caught.
  • A bunch of comics on display in a comic book store.
  • Time pressed on and I got weird with it. I made sure to stagger the requests, maybe one or two per day, so as to not arouse too much suspicion.
  • "There's a customer with a question by the board games, and #1 doesn't know the answer." - There's no customer. Go chase a ghost, my friend.
  • "#2 said someone spilled a blueberry Icee and he's too busy clean it up right now. I can't find it." - Look around. Maybe it's over there? Maybe under there? Psst - there is no spill.
  • "Hey, #1? He wants you to put this sign up." "Hey, #2? He wants you to move this sign." "Hey, #1? Someone moved the sign."
  • "Hey, #2? Someone moved the sign back." Repeat. Eventually, it had to end.
  • By my hand. Mostly because the real message-passing was getting massively annoying no matter how much I tried to play with the situation.
  • The most devious thing I could think of was telling each of them that the other wanted to apologize.
  • This lead to them finally sitting down together, in the same room, in private, each expecting the other one to eat humble pie and admit they were a piece of s despite both of them being pieces of
  • Naturally, when I next saw them, they had compared notes and put together the clues. They knew I had been exploiting the situation for my own amusement like the smug b R tor I am.
  • The best part? They ACTUALLY MADE UP-over the agreement to ostracize me for lying to them. Oh, no... not leaving me alone all day... nooo...
  • Anyway all three of us got fired in a matter of months.

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