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For reasons that may or may not be obvious, I've been thinking about shitty jobs the last couple of days. Anybody got any good job horror stories?
It's ironic for me to start this thread because I haven't had too many really bad jobs. I worked at a TCBY for three years that was pretty hellish, but it could have been a lot worse. It only really got bad towards the end, when the owners sold the store to a guy who lived out-of-state. He would do pretty much anything to save a buck. At one point, we had two stores. He decided that he would have one person in one of the stores and two people in the other one. Then, at the end of the night, after the two people had gotten their store closed up, one of them would have to go over to the other store to help close it up. Besides one person having to close two stores in one night, it didn't really seem safe to me to have one person (most of us were 17 to 20 year old girls) alone in the store every night. I don't think he ever actually made anybody do that, but it was around that time that I quit.
I also got a job as a telemarketer once. I lasted one day of the three day training period!
Post by sparklybecca on Aug 23, 2007 15:43:10 GMT -5
wasnt my worst job but one of my ex bosses, was an alcoholic who ran a childrens clothin store. she would drink vodka out of water bottles while the costumers where still there- LITTLE KIDS- and then accused me of stealing money out of the register . when i finally quit, she withheld my commission check and i really couldnt do crap about it cuz i never signed a contract. PSYCHOTIC!!
John: We don't even understand our own music Spider: It doesn't, does it matter whether we understand it? At least it'll give us . . . strength John: I know but maybe we could get into it more if we understood it
Hmmm... I have had a job almost consistently since I was 12 (working under the table at the pool snackbar). The worst? It seems like all the jobs I had were good at one point or another and then got really bad.
I worked at a store in college that sold fraternity and sorority stuff and I loved it and eventually became the manager but then the owner died and his bee-ach of a wife took over, made her cokehead daughter my boss and gave her like $20/hour (this was 1997) and totally ruined her husband's dream. that was super sad and I got out ASAP.
I worked as a visual merchandiser for a clothing company which meant working until 3am to change the floor plan and have to be back at 7am the next day... and I lived over an hour away. I got a lot of speeding tickets back then and even had to go to points conference to keep my license.
my current job sucked pretty big last fall - I was in a different department and worked for a shifty man who took credit for all good, blamed all bad, stole from the company and thought I was his personal assistant. many a times I considered walking out but I needed the insurance. Before I slit my wrists I got an offer in another department. Far more boring, but nice people.
I was a telemarketer for an hour, a waistress for three days, and cleaned up way too much puke and blood as a lifeguard (but loved that and did that for like 4 years).
Post by oleander124 on Aug 23, 2007 16:16:11 GMT -5
My first job was at Wendy's when I was 16. I had to squeegie piss off of the floor of the men's restroom.
Another job I had was as a digital prep person for a photo developing/frame shop. I was in charge of repairing old photos and whatnot and printing them off for customers. Well, the owners didn't want to calibrate the computers for us (one other digital person there) so the colors were always off. She told us we didn't know how to do our jobs. I was there for one week when she fired me. She told me I didn't fit in. What kinda crap is that? Her nasty old husband kept flirting with me and I bet that is why she fired me. Stupid bitch's business went out of business two years later and I had the extreme pleasure of doing her "going out of business" ad in the local paper. Poetic justice, I say.
Post by oatmealschnappz on Aug 23, 2007 17:23:17 GMT -5
I'll have to think about this and get back to you later. I've had MANY, MANY jobs.....but (or because) if one is super-shitty, i just won't put up with it too long.
LMAO! It would be easy to say the one I have now....but that isn't true...I have had worse.....and I know EXACTLY which was the WORST....but don't think I should say.....
gonna have to go with cashier at a movie theater concession stand, long weekend shifts with neverending lines and no brakes for what must have been well below minumim wage, did that for about a week. hard to fully describe how much that place sucked though.
I've had too many jobs to count. I can remember 24 ( in order: Wendys, ditch digger,dishwasher,greek restaurant all around guy, dog catcher, Pot washer, Army, Conv store mgr, telemarketer, vacuum salesman, landscaper, palm tree digger, grill cook, highway worker, laundry man, yard man, pizza place, machine shop, nursing home, Subway, Chem. tutor, Deli, Bowling Alley, Engineer, Dell comp.)
The worst were pot washer (the guys before me had his finger nails fall off from being in hot water 12-14 hrs a day)and palm tree digger (trudging in the FL swamps from sunrise to sunset, avoiding trench foot, aligators and fire ants). And all these were at or near min wage. The worst pay was the Greek restaurant where my younger brother was underage so we were paid $40 a week for around 50 hours and even locked in on Friday nights so we could open Sat AM and work 'til close.)
Reagan's America in the 80's was GREAT! A virtual workers paradise.
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Thanks for the support Becs! But I kind of enjoyed it. It makes for good stories, which in my opinion is what life is all about. I love an interesting life.
Karma back atcha.
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Post by canexplain on Aug 23, 2007 19:43:04 GMT -5
the worst job i ever had was: i had to crawl up into the grease exhasts sp of macdonalds ... we had to crawl up in the tubes, scrape off the grease, then spray this flame retardent into the tube ... i did it for two whole weeks ... the bad news was the job sucked, the good news was , it was in hawaii and it was just to help in my income while i was an fm dj on KPOI ... cr****
Post by soundtribe_junkie on Aug 23, 2007 20:01:32 GMT -5
Mack-donalds when I was 16. I lived at the beach and used to work till 3 or 4 am n the summer. Wow...also, when I was in college, waiting tables...I sometimes have nightmares that I am doing that again....seriously.
I'm surprised at all the telemarketers on here. I did it too, part time during college. I sucked SO much at selling the crap we had to sell. My conscience just wouldn't let me lie about how awesome the dancing/singing Santa Claus was or how lush the paper thin bath towels were. I was on the verge of being fired at any given moment. I only met my quota for the night once or twice. The only reason I never got fired is cuz my boss wanted to sleep with me.
It was actually pretty fun there - lots of high school/college kids. Some of the calls were pretty funny too. I actually loved the ones where the people would go apeshit on me for calling. They were the best. Some of the calls were kinda sad though. Like the elderly woman that was so lonely she sang songs to me that she sang to her children or the old woman that told me all about her hat collection or the one that told me all about her hysterectomy. I wasn't supposed to chat with them but I felt so bad that their only company/conversation that day was a telemarketer.
i had a short stint at a telemarketer position, begging for money for firefighters pre 9/11. i quit after my first call.
then after my second dui i had to take a few really crappy jobs and since i had no car or license i had to walk, wow im glad that is over. i remember peddling a bike that was made for a 12 year old like five miles in the rain just to get to a $6.00 an hour job.
Post by oatmealschnappz on Aug 23, 2007 23:57:34 GMT -5
Okay. I thought about it.
I also started at Wendy's. I'm actually in a safety/training video. I get hit by a car while walking up to the drive-thru window (my whole leg just flies off!). I also lose my hand in a horrifying fryer accident. My gf, at the time, accidentally pokes her eye out with a knife after she is warned repeatedly that she shouldn't scratch her face with a butcher knife. Pretty gruesome stuff. No. I was NOT "The Duke Of The Grill". (inside joke for my homies)
I have Troo beat. I can count 39 jobs (not counting "latin lover", "master of the universe", "cock-master" or "juke-box hero"). I won't bore you with the details but, they include fast food, restaurants, delis, video stores, medical supplies, warehouses, animal care, a drag club, grave digger, gas stations, groomer's assistant, a porno shop, janitorial, a pawn shop and a bowling alley.... just to name a few.
My worst job would have to be when I worked at VCC (a low-rent 'home shopping network' rip-off in TN). I answered the phones and 95% of all calls were pranks. The same 25 people would spend all night/every night repeatedly and relentlessly calling us. Sometimes they would act civilized long enough to set-up fake invalid accounts and sometimes they would just curse and scream at me/us. The most frustrating part(s) was that we weren't allowed to say anything rude or dismissive to them and we weren't even allowed to hang-up first. Combine that with the tiny, windowless studio that was decorated with orange walls, filthy lime-green carpet and incredibly HOT tv lighting, and you have the closest thing to Hell that I've ever encountered.
My favorite job (BY FAR) was at The Electric Ballroom in Knoxville. I had an absolute blast working there! I made incredible money, drank for free, had MANY connections, sold "stuff", and saw some very interesting things. Not to mention that I was solely responsible for all alcohol inventory....and I was the ONLY person that had a key to the storeroom and cooler! That's a dangerous but, FUN combination! Dig?
Also, that job provided the only chance I'll ever have to get smoked theFUCK out by "Dolly Parton" and "Cher" in a 4' X 4' bathroom! Oh yeah! I also had the only chance I'll probably ever have to see a (1)"queen" do a Popeye/Elmer Fudd "duet" of "Crazy"! I also got to meet super-cool Tom Araya and SUPER-douche Everlast. Good stuff!
Hilari/Log Lady- When I was thinking of all of my past jobs, I remembered something from when you worked at TCBY. One day, you called and told me that Lyndsay (sp?) wanted a (some kind of frozen drink from Sonic) and that you told her that I wouldn't mind bringing them to you guys at work. I got incredibly pissy and irrationally angry about it because I thought that you were volunteering me or speaking for me or treating me like an errand boy or something. I AM VERY SORRY ABOUT THAT. It was all about my hang-ups and I took it out on you. As you may know, I have some anger issues and I'm sorry if I ever treated you bad because of them. Also, as you may have noticed, I've made tremendous strides in mellowing-out since I met you. I know that I'm not totally "better" but, you have to admit, I've changed alot. (I think) Anyway, I'm Sorry and Thank You. I love you.
-Josh
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Post by oatmealschnappz on Aug 24, 2007 2:53:40 GMT -5
REALLY?
Dolly and Cher impersonators smoked me down harder than most could imagine. It's kinda freaky. When you put a 6'4" man in platforms and shoulder pads, they seem like super-heros. Add a strangely "grand-motherly" kindness and great weed to that and it's unforgettable!
Ya know - I cannot think of any job I really hated except for -------- telemarketing in college - I lasted all of 3 hours - and after being hung up on - yelled at and screamed at for most of that 3 hours - I walked out.
wait - I also hated working at the answering service here in Jackson - but I did get to talk to John Travolta who was flying over Mississippi because we did connections for air to ground calls.
i was 19 and glued to my boyfriend at the time. he went back to his parents' house for the summer, and i followed him down to the shenandoah valley. unfortunately, there aren't nearly as many job opportunities as there are in the dc area. strapped for cash, being pressured by his folks, we went to a temp agency in harrisonburg, va. and this is what we got (WARNING: animal-related in a bad way, veggies may want to stop reading)....
a poultry plant. at first we worked on a line that was responsible for picking up big hunks of turkey meat and plopping it back down on the belt. can't recall the purpose of that, but there were carcases on hooks floating above us, around the perimeter of the room. from there, we worked on a machine that removes the tendons from the tenderloin. due to equipment malfunction, we were moved to another task. this time i worked on the line that had to cut fat from hunks of turkey.
at the end of the day, we'd rush home to shower, i.e. decontaminate.
it was like a scene straight out of dante's inferno, seriously. on our lunch break the second day, we looked at each other and said, "i can't do this anymore." a day & a half was a day & a half too long.
I swear it's all true. That's why I had so many jobs, nothing worth sticking with.
But I kind of enjoyed it. It makes for good stories, which in my opinion is what life is all about. I love an interesting life.
