When reflexes acquired in your job are invading your daily life.
-When i was an intern in a retail, i had to fight against the urge to store the shelves during my own shopping sessions.
I can’t watch anyone cook without steeling myself from mentioning their risky knife grip, mess-inducing lack of flow, slapdash mis, etc. 😵💫 On the positive side, I always call my status (“behind”, “hot”, “knife”, etc.)
Yeah detaching your cheffiness in your personal life is a job in itself, I had OJT all throughout my children’s lives until they moved out, THEN my wife and I opened a BBQ joint and it’s just her and I and HOOOOO BOY the shoe is on the other foot!!! lol…we have fun.
we have fun
NGL, y’all seem to be livin’ the dream! 🥳
oh absolutely, had to leave the US to live the American Dream, and can’t say it was a bad decision!
Oh, please do share the how-to on that! 😅 Before it’s too late? 🥵
Sold our house at the right time (Trump presidency #1), funded a year & a half in the EU with ‘no income’ (you need to show income plus have enough funds to show independence -and family send letters of assurance & their bank statements for support, plus private insurance, etc. & patience.
Found an amazing town in 3.months and have been here for 7 years, restaurant opened 4 months before COVID lockdown, the landlord was amazing throughout the whole ordeal, didn’t charge the 3 months closure, we paid half rent for the 1st year and were able to repay it within a year). Neighbors were amazing (again) very supportive through the whole deal.
This is when we found out we can do it just by ourselves…the kids then some casual employees PT during the high season. This year we had 2 neighbors kids work with us for their first ‘real job’.
Great community, we work very hard but have some awesome quality of life (Mediterranean is 500m away) and more than anything got lucky.
I wish others the same!
500 meters from the Mediterranean?! Luuucky 😱🤩🖖🏼
37 years in the industry, I knew when I was a young cook I wouldn’t make jack shit for pay, so I always looked at places where I could enjoy life: N. Florida, Buenos Aires, Bermuda, Bonaire, Seattle, Los Angeles (ok, that was for straight up pay…never again!) now Spain. Hard work, a good partner, and dumb luck.
I had an ex that asked me to show her how to cook and then proceeded to have a complete mental breakdown while screaming about how judgy I was being.
Turns out she lived off of turkey on flatbread, plain, every.single.night. We didn’t make it more than a month. My (now) wife went from only being able to bake, to a full on Sous Chef. Most nights I don’t have to say a word, we’re just on a mission to get dinner for 5 ready.
That’s romance right there 🥰🤘🏼
My second job was a bagger at a grocery store, which included getting carts. I tend to just collect them if I pass by some just sitting in parking lots on my way into grocery stores and bring them in. On my way back to my car, if I have a cart but notice the corral is just a mess from people just half-ass pushing them in at just whatever angle. I can’t stop from just un-fucking all of them so they are able to be brought back in by workers, or at least so that more will fit correctly. Just really bothers me to see them all tangled up and possibly roll back into the lot to hit cars.
One of my other jobs a while ago was doing lab billing information corrections so we could bill insurance (would take the stuff that was missing random stuff like part of the insurance, diag codes used, and like missing parts of addresses). When I started they said that we would likely see so many insurance numbers/prefixes that we would start seeing prefixes on things like license plates. This was very true (would see the letters at the beginning and be like “UHC” or whatever), and took a long time to not see them.
Though in a personal life going into my professional life (I work on people’s computers). I have an OCD kind of habit to just disable all the easy anti-user stuff in Windows settings and add uBO to browsers. Might not even be why the stuff was brought in, but most users don’t know to ask (or if things can be done) and either just go through using their PCs without all the random shit, or are just so happy that things run much better. I make a point to note that an adblocker was added so they can ask about it, or remind my peers that do the check-ins and outs to mention them and show them how to turn it off if a site doesn’t load something. Also means that I notice when settings get moved around or more anti-user options show up. Which keeps me sharp in both professional and personal life.
I have stress dreams sometimes and about old jobs. Like in my dream I’ll wake up and suddenly remember I’ll need to be at a job I haven’t been at in years. But, the time has still passed. Like I’ll be wondering why they scheduled me when I haven’t been there in years, and then get even more stressed cuz I can’t remember how to do anything.
Another one, I work from home. Off hours if I’m watching a movie or playing a game I’ll sometimes look over to check my work laptop :/
Former land surveyor. Was definitely counting my paces when I was not surveying.
Background: you’d often try to capture a grid of points, or cross section of a road, for example, at regular intervals. You’d roughly know your normal stride length conversion to metres, so if I were doing a 10m grid, it’d be: shoot a point, walk 11 paces, shoot a point, repeat for hundreds, sometimes thousands of points. It wasn’t long until you would be counting paces when you weren’t actively surveying.
When I get in the car, I hit the blinker lever by instinct because on a forklift it puts you into forward or reverse gear.
Oh man, I’ve done the opposite and slammed the forklift into reverse when going to turn.
Graduated a couple years ago with an English PhD: when I go to read anything, I always pick up a pen or pencil as if I’m going to annotate it. I still have to hold one but don’t click it out, like a security blanket, otherwise I feel immensely guilty.
Did a literature Master’s. Cant not skim unless I’m actively stopping myself from it. Also, the internal literary critic never shuts off, but I think that it’s a good thing to always be in critical thinking mode in this day and age, even if it means I can’t “it’s just a story” anymore.
We called that “reading diagonally”
i worked for starbucks in the late 90’s and the trauma from its popularity at the time still leaves me w nightmares from time to time 30 years later. lol
Biggest one would be trying to login to my pc with my work password.
I’m a software developer. I get very agitated when I have to sit next to someone who operates their computer slowly.
I’m a software tester. I break everything I use whether I’m trying or not.
So many keyboard shortcuts.
Tab, end, shift+home, del
I delete things en masse that I don’t mean to, just out of habit.
Do you also have that reflex to do Ctrl+z when you screw something in real life ? Like, you broke a glass, Ctrl+z. Oh shit, doesn’t works…
Forcing myself not to stare down other people’s misbehaving children with the “teacher look” when out in public.
Used to play Trumpet.
I still do the fingerings when thinking about music once in a while.
I used to do order picking in a large warehouse. We used headphones that told you were to go. You could also give verbal commands liek “repeat”. So after a week or so I started “repeat”-ing my mom when I didn’t hear what she said.
I used to do order picking in a large warehouse. We used headphones that told you were to go.

I make little typing motions with my fingers
Used to work in underground mining, every time there wasn’t enough light, I’d reach for my cap lamp on my head
We also used left hand drive cars in a right hand drive country and when I went home I’d get in the wrong side of the car
Lol oh dear. I assume you twist the lamp to turn it on. Does it look like you are grabbing an invisible dick and giving it a twist? At least it is dark so no one else can see you.
It’s a button…
Lol. Pressing a button on your forehead. Still humours. Sry. I’m easily amused.
Lol I do this too especially when I’m wearing a helmet while it’s dark out. The creeping dread once you realize you don’t have a cap lamp then the slow relief after you understand the situation is definitely an experience.









