20+ People Honestly Showed What Their Jobs Are Really Like

It’s impossible to argue with the fact that all jobs are important. We see people specialize in different things every day. They could be doctors, school teachers, cashiers, or cleaners. All jobs contain things that outsiders have no idea about.

We at Bright Side have found Internet users of different professions that revealed the invisible side of their jobs. And in the bonus section, you’ll find a tweet about the difficulties that shop assistants have to deal with.

“My sister works in a photo center and this is who she was asked to take a picture of.”

This is the hand of a doctor after removing his medical gloves after 10 hours of being on the clock.

“A group of teenagers came in just to trash the theater. I was one of the people that had to clean it.”

“I work in the Arctic and Antarctic and find it much more convenient to wear my watch on a lanyard than on my wrist because of all of the layers I wear.”

“This watch has been to Antarctica countless times and to the geographic North Pole 12 times.”

“Be nice to your trash man when it’s raining and it’s 30 degrees outside. We’re not invincible. This is my hand after working 4 hours in bad weather.”

“I work at a hotel these days and went to see if a room was mislabeled as dirty. This is what I found.”

“I kept my hotel key cards from my first year working for the airlines.”

“Working hard as a truck driver has its advantages: the views!”

“My mom works at Amazon and she sent me a photo of one of the trucks she loaded.”

“I work at a call center. Whenever I get a particularly rude caller, I like to draw what they might look like. Here’s Lorraine from today.”

“I work in a fast-food restaurant, and this is our broom. My boss says it’s too expensive to replace it, yet he drives a Lincoln.”

“I work in the film industry and I’m usually too shy to ask for a picture with an actor, but I had to get one with this little guy.”

“Every staple I removed in one year at my boring office job”

“I work in a −25°F freezer every day.”

“I work at a cat shelter. These are the ’can we keep him?’ photos I sent to my partner. It worked.”

“My job involves putting labels on boxes. I hold them with my left hand and put them on the box with my right. This is what my ’clean’ hands look like.”

“I got transferred to a new location at work. This is my new break ’room.’”

You can work anywhere if you’re a programmer.

“I work as a professional princess on weekends. My kitty insists on inspecting each costume for detail accuracy.”

“I work at a hotel — a guest left this when they checked out.”

So, I work in a movie theater. ’Family of the Year’ award goes to these guys!”

“I’m a seaman. We live alone in these rooms. Depending on your position, the room can be better and bigger. This is mine.”

“I have my own toilet and shower.”

“Took this photo yesterday at work. Thought I’d share it with you guys.”

A Flight to Unmask My Fiancé’s Affair Led Me to a Partner in Crime — Story of the Day

A flight to surprise my fiancé turned into something I never expected. One kiss, one stranger, and one shocking discovery later, my plan to uncover the truth spiraled into an unforgettable adventure.

I stood in the boarding line clutching my ticket and a cup of cold coffee. The day had started like most days in my life lately: overthinking and just enough caffeine to fuel my questionable decisions.

I was flying to visit Oliver, my fiancé. The man had impeccable suits, a charming smile, and a schedule so packed it felt like I needed to book an appointment just to remind him I existed.

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He’d been working in another city, closing some “big deal.” But lately, the deal seemed to involve more late nights with his secretary. She wasn’t just a thorn in my side but the whole rosebush.

I’d tried to ignore it until THAT text came a few days ago. A message from Oliver lit up the screen:

“Can’t wait to see you. Don’t forget your signature suit!”

But before I could even craft a reply, the message disappeared. Vanished.

“Strange,” I muttered just as Oliver’s name popped up on my screen.

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“Hey, did you just get a text from me?”

“Yes…”

“Oh, that was for Greg!” he blurted out a little too quickly. “We’ve got a big meeting tomorrow. You know how Greg is always forgetting stuff!”

Sure, Oliver. Sure.

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That’s when I decided I’d had enough of the cryptic texts and excuses. I wasn’t about to sit around playing detective in my own relationship.

When I boarded the plane, my window seat was occupied. A man in his forties lounged there as if he were the protagonist in some indie film.

“Excuse me, that’s my seat,” I said with a smile.

He glanced up lazily. “Is it? I thought seating was more of a suggestion.”

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“And I thought manners weren’t optional.”

After a dramatic sigh, he moved. It turned out his name was Lucas, and he had a gift for testing the limits of human tolerance. By this time, he’d spread his belongings across our shared space and casually suggested I “relax a little,” and I sat there wondering if I’d been cursed.

Suddenly, the captain announced we’d be making an unscheduled landing in a small town due to bad weather.

Perfect. Stuck in the middle of nowhere. What else could go wrong?

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***

The town’s airport was so small it felt like we had landed in a different era. Wooden benches creaked under the weight of weary passengers, and the single vending machine hummed lifelessly, its contents reduced to a solitary pack of stale gum.

Eventually, a manager brought the news. “We’ve arranged accommodations for all passengers. Due to the circumstances, the airline will cover the cost of tonight’s stay at the nearby hotel.”

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The word “hotel” sent the crowd into a frenzy. People bolted for the shuttle like their lives depended on it, jostling for a spot and leaving me standing there in the aftermath of their rush.

“Hi,” I said. “I’d like a room, please.”

The receptionist barely glanced up as she typed furiously into her computer. “We only have one room left.”

“One room?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, still typing. “It’s already been booked by the airline for you both.”

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“Excuse me,” I interrupted, stepping closer to the desk. “Can’t I just book a separate room? I’ll pay for it myself.”

The receptionist sighed, finally looking up. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but the hotel is fully booked. Every room in town is. Unless you’d like to try camping.”

I glared at Lucas, who grinned like he’d just won the lottery.

“Looks like we’re roommates.”

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***

When we walked in, my heart sank. It was tiny, barely enough space for one person, let alone two.

“I’ll take the couch,” I said quickly.

“Fine by me,” Lucas replied, dropping his stuff onto the bed.

To my horror, he immediately started spreading his things around.

“Are you trying to set a record for the fastest way to irritate someone?” I snapped.

“Just making myself comfortable.”

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By the time dinner rolled around, I was on the verge of losing my mind. We headed to the hotel’s small restaurant, where Lucas acted as if we were on some luxury retreat.

“This steak isn’t bad,” he said, cutting into his meal with ease. “Honestly, today’s been fun. Don’t you think so?”

“Fun?”

He laughed. “You need to lighten up. Life’s an adventure.”

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He shared that he was flying to surprise his fiancée. I told him about Oliver, about how busy he’d been, though my voice faltered when I described our “strong” relationship.

“Sounds solid,” he said, though his tone suggested otherwise.

When the flight was finally back on schedule, I thought I’d be free of Lucas. But life had a funny way of complicating things.

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***

After we landed in New York, the energy outside the airport was pure chaos. People were darting around like ants, dragging suitcases and waving at taxis. Lucas, standing beside me, looked oddly cheerful—far too pleased with his plan to surprise his fiancée.

“So, what’s the big plan?” I asked, half-teasing.

“Show up, sweep her off her feet, remind her why she said yes in the first place,” he replied with a cocky grin.

I snorted. “Romantic. I hope she’s there to be swept off her feet and not, you know, with someone else.”

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Lucas said nothing, and I immediately regretted the jab.

“You?” he countered after a beat. “What’s your game plan?”

“I thought about it. Why not surprise Oliver? He hasn’t called or texted in days. A little spontaneity could be fun.”

“Bold move,” Lucas said, nodding in approval. “Let’s see who has the more dramatic reunion.”

We hailed a cab, and as Lucas gave the driver an address…

“Wait,” I blurted. “That’s where I’m going.”

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Lucas glanced at me, his smirk widening. “Fate. Gotta love it.”

It was absurd. Out of all the places in New York, we were heading to the same building. What were the odds?

***

When we arrived, I stepped out of the cab, heart pounding, and walked toward the entrance. That’s when I saw them. Oliver. And his secretary, Sophie.

They strolled out of the office building together, laughing. She wore a dress that screamed “expensive,” and he leaned in too close.

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Then it happened. The kiss. Not a polite, professional peck, but the kind of kiss that made the ground feel like it was falling out from under me. I froze.

“Kate,” Lucas’s voice snapped me out of my daze. He had followed me, his expression shifting from confusion to fury as he took in the scene. “Is that…”

Before I could process what was happening, Lucas grabbed my arm and steered me back toward the cab.

“Follow them,” he ordered the driver, slipping him a $50 bill.

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The cab jolted forward, Lucas leaned back, running a hand through his hair. His jaw was tight.

“That’s Sophie,” he said suddenly.

“What?”

“The woman with your fiancé,” he clarified. “That’s Sophie. My fiancée.”

My brain scrambled to piece it together.

“Are you sure?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

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Lucas let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, I’m sure. That dress she’s wearing? I bought it for her. She said it was for some ‘important meeting.’”

“So, let me get this straight. Your fiancée kissed with my fiancé. What are the chances?”

“Apparently, too good,” he said dryly.

The cab driver glanced at us in the rearview mirror, clearly entertained by the drama unfolding in his backseat.

Lucas looked at me. “You okay?”

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“Peachy,” I said with a forced smile. “How about you?”

“Never better,” he replied, the sarcasm in his voice matching mine.

We both fell silent, watching as Oliver and Sophie disappeared into the restaurant. The cab slowed to a stop.

“Well,” he said, breaking the silence. “Now what?”

“I have an idea! But it’s going to require some creativity.”

“I’m listening.”

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“Good,” I said, already reaching for the door handle. “Because this is going to be fun. Give me a few minutes.”

I darted around the corner, finding a small bakery. One cake caught my eye. Perfect. I quickly bought it, grabbed a card, and returned to the restaurant.

“What’s that for?” Lucas asked as I handed him the cake and my engagement ring.

“Trust me,” I said, my voice steady. “Are you in?”

He smirked. “If it ends my relationship with style, I’m all in.”

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***

We walked into the restaurant like actors entering a stage, adrenaline buzzing in my veins. The warm glow of candlelight illuminated Sophie and Oliver, seated at a cozy corner table, laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world.

As we approached their table, their laughter faltered. Sophie’s face stiffened, her smile freezing like a glitching robot. Oliver quickly wiped his mouth with his napkin as if preparing for a courtroom defense.

“Kate?” Oliver stammered, looking as though he’d seen a ghost.

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“Lucas?” Sophie added.

“Well, well,” I said with a smile. “Fancy meeting you two here.”

Sophie, ever the professional, recovered first. “Oh! Lucas, this is Oliver. Oliver, this is Lucas. And Kate, you both know her. Huh! We were just, uh, wrapping up a business meeting!”

“Business meeting?” I repeated, my tone drenched in sarcasm. “Fascinating. Are kisses part of your standard business negotiations, or was that just a special offer?”

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Lucas leaned in, his expression mock-thoughtful. “You know, I wondered the same thing earlier. Guess we weren’t imagining it.”

Oliver jumped in. “Sophie and I were just, uh, brainstorming strategies.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, brainstorming. That’s what we’re calling it now?”

Lucas chuckled beside me, clearly enjoying himself. “Kate, don’t be so hard on them. It’s hard work… kissing and brainstorming.”

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The waiter appeared at that perfect moment, holding a cake on a tray.

The words “Sophie, Will You Marry Me?” were written in pink icing.

I gasped theatrically. “Oh my goodness, there’s my ring!”

Reaching over, I plucked the ring off the cake and tossed it toward Oliver. “Were you planning to propose to her again with this? How efficient of you.”

Oliver’s face turned crimson. “It’s not like that! This was just… a fling! I never meant to marry her!”

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Sophie’s expression darkened.

“A fling?!” she hissed. “I was ready to leave my fiancé for you, and this was just an affair to you?”

Their argument erupted. Heads turned at nearby tables, diners whispering behind their menus like that was the best entertainment they’d had all week.

Lucas and I exchanged a glance. Our mission there was done. As Oliver and Sophie’s shouting reached its peak, we slipped out of the restaurant.

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Later, we sat on a park bench, sharing the cake.

“You know,” Lucas said, grinning between bites. “This cake is the best thing that’s happened to me in months.”

“Maybe it’s because we’ve left the past behind. Clean slate.”

“What’s next for us, Kate?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” I said, handing him the plastic spoon.

I felt ready for whatever came next.

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If you enjoyed this story, read this one: I thought I was walking into a dream—a date with the man I’d secretly loved for a year. But the moment I arrived, reality hit me like a snowstorm. Instead of romance, I faced a dazzling fiancée and an unexpected proposal that would change everything I thought I knew. Read the full story here.

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