What is the most childish behaviour you have witnessed in an adult ?

[WildRosie]

Mine isn't dramatic but it was pathetic and cringeworthy nevertheless. Our hero was a work colleague of mine in his mid to late twenties, a little sensitive and utterly mollycoddled by his parents. One evening at work, he prepares to put his microwave meal in the microwave oven but, having read the heating instructions, he learns that said meal is "Not suitable for microwave cooking". Fair enough, that's a bummer, especially when you're peckish on a late shift. His reaction was to phone his Mum straight away and whine to her, rather than taking it on the chin and nipping out to the shops or for fish and chips. In other words, taking appropriate responsibility for his meals like a grown man should do didn't occur to him. His priority was to go crying to Mummy. Drip. Painful and ridiculous.

Lots but my PGCE graduation some of the other students didn't particularly like me, so they stood in front of me for the class photo, I'm 5 ft 0 so I'm not in the class pic.

Actually there were quite a few childish people in the class who would 'tell tales' which I found pathetic.

I had an issue with an NQT at my placement, I spoke to him in private about my issue, he conceded it wasn't appropriate we got on with life. Isn't that what adults do?

I’ve worked with one person that would get 2 buses to work rather than walk 15 minutes ( no bus straight there) because in her words its scary walking. It was just a plain main road nothing scary about it I did it myself plenty of times .

@ForgedInFire
Christ, some people really are absolute dregs of society and life arent they. Wish people like this could be shot.

The public transport one is rife, I know one seemingly intelligent person who turned down jobs in the nearest city (15 mins by train) as she just couldn’t cope with public transport and didn’t want to drive in the dark in winter. Then complained that there were no decent jobs for her level of qualifications in the commuter belt dormitory town she lived in and grumbled about how much more other people were earning.

The daftest one was a employee (in her 40s!) who cried and stamped her foot that I “loved” another employee more as she heard me praising her on the phone for a job well done. Used to have a lot of strops for no reason in general and days of heavy sighing, which really stressed out the rest of the team. WFH has been bliss because her strops no longer have an audience.

I was dating a guy who had broken up with his ex girlfriend (in her thirties with three of her own kids) a couple of months before and had blocked all her numbers because she kept phoning him. He lived with his parents at the time in a city that is too expensive for most people to even get a houseshare. One day I was going over to his and he confided in me he was worried she might show up because it was Saturday and she knew his parents were out and that was what she did in the past when he wouldn't answer the phone. I was sharing a tiny studio with friends at the time and we wanted to make out. İn hindsight we should have gone out for the night but we didn't think it would be that bad and went back to his and relaxed. Later on there was an incessant banging on the door and side windows of the house and shouting and it wouldn't stop. He was worried about his neighbours calling the police and causing trouble for his parents so he decides to go out there and ask her to leave. After ten minutes I suddenly heard a very panicked banging on the front door and I called him but he had left his phone in the house. İt went on for ages and I didn't know what to do because I thought it could be him being chased with a weapon or something. The windows were all frosted so I couldn't see out. I gently opened the door to peek and the woman barged past me into the house saying 'excuse me do you know that is my boyfriend' . The guy grabbed me and bundled me into his car for safety and then went in to try and get her out of the house. He came back unsuccessful and we decided we would leave so she had no reason to stay. We didn't want to call the police because I was living in that country without a visa at the time and we lived in a place where she could say he had assaulted her and the police would believe her! He went in to grab my stuff for me that I had brought for the weekend and we drove to find a place to stay for the night. Later I looked at my stuff and she had destroyed my laptop and ripped apart all of my clothes. We had to spend the night asleep in a car park and he had no shoes on him or his phone to let his parents know what was going on.
When we returned in the early hours of the morning she had stolen his favourite drum and his credit card. He had to unblock her to call her about the drum and then she ignored him completely . She spent all the money that was in his account and luckily we found his phone down the side of the bed.
His mum told me she had found the girlfriend crying in his bedroom and had had to tell her to leave. I don't know how she managed to get the drum out on her way 😂
I don't know who was more childish- her for doing all of that or him for falling for it and getting back with her after her act of 'passionate love'.

[quote Peppapigforlife]**@HollowTalk* @massiveportion* it would be something I'd consider at the age I am now, and if i really wanted to work with tiny children, I'd speak up and say can I do everything except change a nappy (not that poo bothers me personally) but believe it or not most phobias aren't on people's minds 24/7, it's just something which comes up in the moment when it occurs, so in my late teens or early twenties I might not have taken the time to think about it. I have worked with slightly older children in the past and vomit has never come up as an issue, nor was it on my mind when applying. Most other jobs I've been in, someone of adult functioning age has shat or vomited on the floor of the premises.
I'm sure your colleague soon realised her phobia made her unsuitable for babies that age. But definitely not childish, just a phobia and not thought through properly.[/quote]
You sound very precious. Don’t like it, don’t apply for the job. Apply for the job and get on with it.

@viggohytten if you think that sounds precious then you clearly have no understanding of how phobias or mental health work .

@Viggohytten I own my own business and if İ had a prospective candidate who could do every task except one and had a valid mental health reason for not doing so, I would employ them because I am capable of critical thought and I know a person's ability to be a good employee is not dependent on one specific task.

[quote Peppapigforlife]@Kanaloa that's not childish I have that phobia too. I will actually throw up right there and then, if I see another person's vomit that isn't my own child's.[/quote]
Not a phobia if your own child’s vomit doesn’t affect you.

Someone who told me they can't/ won't drive outside their home town
A school mum throwing a hissy fit because some child's bike fell over onto her own kid's bike
My husband when I put fish on the table or even handle it in the kitchen
Friend in his late 50ies who has his mum (80) wash his clothes and clean his flat for him every week

[quote Peppapigforlife]@viggohytten if you think that sounds precious then you clearly have no understanding of how phobias or mental health work .[/quote]
If it’s a phobia, don’t apply for the job. Simple. If you apply for it, (as you said you would consider), then don’t expect people to run round altering things for you.

@travellinglighter would you like to upload a copy of your psychiatric license to back up the legitimacy of that statement ?

Jeez if you have a phobia of vomit you don’t apply for a job working in a nursery .
I have a phobia of heights so I won’t be applying for any jobs fitting scaffolding for example.

@Viggohytten well when you own your own nursery you can decide who you employ and what you expect from your employees.

[quote Peppapigforlife]@travellinglighter would you like to upload a copy of your psychiatric license to back up the legitimacy of that statement ?[/quote]
Would you like to upload medical evidence of your phobia to back up the legitimacy of your claims?

Well, that's another fun thread spoilt 🙄

I knew someone who couldn't clear food off a plate. Made her feel ill. Ditto washing up, and if a cup was left with tea etc in it and it went mouldy (waiting for someone else to empty it and wash up) she'd throw it away.
Same person also when she bought a house with her partner wouldn't walk home from the station even in broad daylight so he had to come and get her. Prior to that when living at home she used to get her parents to collect her from the station or on nights out because taxis were 'too dangerous'.
When she was dumped by a boyfriend she made her parents contact him and tell him how upset he'd made her.
She was also a massive bitch generally and complained once that I had ruined an evening because I was upset about my father's death (which had happened 3 weeks previously).

Some might say having an argument on a forum thread would be a good example of childish behaviour in itself

When some muppet in a staff room of surgeons thought it would be a good idea to microwave a doughnut, watch it burn and set off all the fire alarms. Everyone sat around doing absolutely nothing. They didn't even stop the microwave!
So patients and outside staff had no idea if the hospital was burning down, I had to run around shutting all the fire doors and alerting other teams mid surgery and then call off the fire brigade so we didn't get an unnecessary call out fine.
Common sense clearly isn't a flower that grows in every garden.

@ForgedInFire

I used to work in a betting shop. One time a man and younger guy came into the shop (looked to be a father and son) I asked the younger guy for ID and he had none so I asked him to leave. He refused and the older man said "trust me, he is 18". The older man said loudly in front of me "don't worry, I'll put your bets on" I told him I wouldn't be able to serve him. I was 6/7 months pregnant at the time. He reached through the gap in the security screen and started pelting me with pens and paper and whatever else he could get his hands on while screaming how fat and ugly I was. His son just stood there doing nothing. Other customers rushed up and thrust their bets at me ignoring the abuse I was getting. I walked away in the end, he left threatening to come back at closing and beat me up. I got to swap shifts with another local shop so I wouldn't be there at closing but management were horrible to me and offered no support and blamed me. They knew I was in no position to quit and find another job. All because I wouldn't treat his kid as an adult on his word.

Did you work for Coral? My mum did for about 3 years and had so many stories like this. Management weren't interested at all. One of her colleagues pressed the panic button when they were being robbed and nothing happened. They had to call the police after the men were gone and they were there within minutes. They could have arrived while it was still in progress if they had been contacted when the panic button was pressed. Nothing was wrong with the system, earlier the same week management used the microphone to listen in (frequent occurrence) and then discipline two employees for speaking negatively about the company.

I used to work with a women who still lived with their elderly parents, who in their 80’s would drive her to and from work-it was a walkable distance on a very regular bus route. My brother once worked with a man who invited them all to a bbq on the weekend, of course most people have their own lives so most did not go, he did but only to show his face as the man was senior to him. At the Monday morning meeting this man named and shamed all the people that did not turn up, and shouted at them all for ruining his weekend. How on earth he was allowed to bang on about it at a work meeting I don’t know-but the childishness always struck me.

@sirensays Common sense clearly isn't a flower that grows in every garden. Love this.

Nothing brings out childish behaviour in adults like house sharing or senior management

We took a boat trip on holiday and part of the trip was to anchor, swim off the boat and have lunch. A very fat guy had a complete meltdown, including tears, because there was nothing he liked for lunch (note hw wasn't actually allergic to anything). The spread was huge (admittedly mostly seafood), the quality was amazing and he had not submitted any dietary preferences. He made such a scene I had to call my kids to stop open mouthed staring at him as they'd never seen anything like it! The crew had to point out that his behaviour couldn't fix the fact that we were in the middle of the sea and they couldn't pop round the corner to a shop to get anything else. After a real strop for 30 minutes he went below deck and hid in a cabin and we didn't see him any more (so he lost half a day cruising, snorkelling and swimming we he had paid handsomely for).

Two stand out for me.

The first was a guy. This was right when McDonald's first invaded the country and it was a new thing to queue up and be served with a tray full of food in under 5 minutes.

There was an obvious queue and this bellend decided to stand beside it. Beside the queue. Like he was special. Or he was waiting for someone.

Being a softy, after I'd been 10th in the queue, when the queue got to me, I gestured to him, indicating to the server that he was to go next.

Instead of thanking me and putting in his order, he started a good five minute rant about how the server ignored him (he wasn't in the queue) and how he would never order from a McDonald's again. He was escorted out by Security.

Second was a temp from my agency, who was hired to cover annual leave on a Reception desk, at the same factory where I was about to finish covering someone's maternity leave taking orders in a back office.

She arrived in white. Skin tight flared jeggings, a sequined top, a shaggy, fake fur jacket, long blonde hair and white stiletto sandals. She looked like Agnetha from Abba or a footballer's wife or girlfriend.

Glamour girl's first day was the receptionist's last and it was a shadow day where she sat beside the receptionist and watched how everything worked.

She left at lunch time, crying about the stress and how much there was to do. It was too much for her. Filling the drinks machine with little sachets was the final straw - it was all too much.

She left sobbing and I got two extra weeks of work covering the Reception.

my grandma didn't come to my wedding because her regular hairdresser wasn't available in the morning to sort her hair.
so she threw a tantrum, called people fucking idiots, stormed out then went home to have a bath.
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