Horrors of Employment
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daisies prank callers are a scourge to all delivery drivers.
>-knock in door- hello man that will be 22.48
>Da fuck I ain't been ordered no pizza.-slam-
>well shit
And Vax is my hero.
>-knock in door- hello man that will be 22.48
>Da fuck I ain't been ordered no pizza.-slam-
>well shit
And Vax is my hero.
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Goddammit so many dirty diapers left in carts. And management expected us to clean out all trash from them no matter how vile or health-threatening.The Big Cheese wrote:PICKIN' UP DIRTY DIAPERS IN THE BABY AISLE
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Please tell me that you bring gloves?Madican wrote:Goddammit so many dirty diapers left in carts. And management expected us to clean out all trash from them no matter how vile or health-threatening.The Big Cheese wrote:PICKIN' UP DIRTY DIAPERS IN THE BABY AISLE

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I was the prep cook for a local tourist trap restaurant. Note that I said "the." Meaning I worked alone. And it was one of those jobs where a person who didn't know what I did would assume that I just stood around in the back with my thumb up my booty.
Working there just kind of sucked in general, I don't have any true horror stories. But my manager was an eccentric middle-aged man who had worked at the restaurant for almost his entire adult life. Sometimes, he made it a great place to work. Other times, I wanted to shoot myself.
One of my jobs there was to pull and replace the vent filters from the grill hood, where the smoke and shit got sucked into the air. At the end of almost every night, the filters would be clogged and would need to be replaced. Pulling them down was a huge pain in the booty, and I was truly fucked if the person working the grill decided it wasn't time to pull them yet. Even though I was perfectly capable of pulling the filters around the grill guy, if he wanted "space to work," I had to wait, sometimes up to an hour, for him to walk away long enough for me to work. This was the last thing I had to do every night, and this fucker would force me to stay for another hour because he didn't want to deal with me for one minute.
Last year, they fired my stepdad, who worked there as a manager. They said it was a necessary budget cut, but we knew that was bullshit when someone still working there said they were looking for new employees two weeks later. My stepdad lost a good-paying job and the health insurance he had there, which he needed for heart medication and pain pills for his twisted back.
Working there just kind of sucked in general, I don't have any true horror stories. But my manager was an eccentric middle-aged man who had worked at the restaurant for almost his entire adult life. Sometimes, he made it a great place to work. Other times, I wanted to shoot myself.
One of my jobs there was to pull and replace the vent filters from the grill hood, where the smoke and shit got sucked into the air. At the end of almost every night, the filters would be clogged and would need to be replaced. Pulling them down was a huge pain in the booty, and I was truly fucked if the person working the grill decided it wasn't time to pull them yet. Even though I was perfectly capable of pulling the filters around the grill guy, if he wanted "space to work," I had to wait, sometimes up to an hour, for him to walk away long enough for me to work. This was the last thing I had to do every night, and this fucker would force me to stay for another hour because he didn't want to deal with me for one minute.
Last year, they fired my stepdad, who worked there as a manager. They said it was a necessary budget cut, but we knew that was bullshit when someone still working there said they were looking for new employees two weeks later. My stepdad lost a good-paying job and the health insurance he had there, which he needed for heart medication and pain pills for his twisted back.
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I said I was sorry about that.Vaxidd8 wrote:I host at a restaurant with an outside deck and a beer garden off to the side where people can drink and smoke without bothering customers. Good set-up, and most people appreciate it.
Most nights, though, there's this point in time where it seems everyone gets drunk enough to just kinda ignore the signs we put up and sit their asses down in the dining section and light up. Now at this point it's my job to go over to them and say something to the effect of "Excuse me sir/ma'am, but could you please smoke over there in the beer garden? This area is for dining, so I really can't have you smoking over here." Most people will just apologize and go right over there and bam ok they're fine. Other people have either had too much to drink, or are just naturally assholes.
This one time this big booty guy and his two friends were smoking right in front of where I stand and greet people and that want to eat and what not. This also happens to be the door where the waitstaff brings food out to the customers on large trays. They were completely in the way, and close enough to the dining section that I had to say something to them. I give my usual little speech, and they just kinda look at me and chuckle. They move like two feet closer to the beer garden and continue smoking. Now, at least, they're out of the way of the waitstaff, but they are now not only directly next to other diners, but they are throwing their butts into the plants, so that don't fly. I go over to them and tell them to once again bring it into the beer garden. I'm more stern now I'm not playin around. Now the guy gets rustled and he's like "Yeah, ok fuckface" and he takes another drag and throws his cigarette at me. Puts a burn on my favorite suit jacket. Now, not only am I rustled off, but I do not care about the status of my job enough to not give this guy the business. Soon as the guy turns to laugh with his friends about throwing a fucking lit cigarette at me, I punch him straight in the side of the head. I didn't punch him hard enough to knock him down, but he was a little drunk so he stumbled around for a while. Now his friends were helping him up and were about to come at me when one of the bouncers (who I'm pretty chill with, and who saw all this going down) comes in and gets in between and tells them to get their asses out. So they leave and management kinda never has to know about that incident.
I mean, I still have to deal with both drunken retards, and regular retards almost every night, but at least they're not as bad as those fuckin clowns.
Jeez, talk about living in the past.
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I do account maintenance for a bank when I'm not in school. It's pretty boring most of the time, but I don't have to deal with customers like a teller would and I get to listen to my ipod all day so it's not all bad. Some of the stupid shit other employees do really confuses me though. I mean, how the fuck does a guy get put into the system 4 times with 3 different social security numbers? Can nobody use a god daisies search function? Then I have to go through and combine all 4 accounts into 1 account, look through all the documents to make sure we're using the SS number that is actually his right number and make sure all his bank accounts are in there. Not really that difficult, it's just a huge waste of time. And as weird as it might sound, reading people's death certificates is kind of interesting. Seeing where they were born versus where they died, if they were in the army or not, what the cause of death was. Gives a nice break between all the address changes and adding people onto accounts.
Also, Gay Coon has to be the most unfortunate name ever. I really feel bad for this guy.
Also, Gay Coon has to be the most unfortunate name ever. I really feel bad for this guy.

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I can beat that name. One of my mom's friends married a guy with the surname of Horny. Her name is Gay.
Yes. Gay Horny is her legal name.
Also yes we did have gloves, though they were the work kind and not the sanitizing kind.
Yes. Gay Horny is her legal name.
Also yes we did have gloves, though they were the work kind and not the sanitizing kind.
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Since the new manager came to my workplace (I work at a grocery as a bagger), everyone lost their morale, everyone is depressed. She's always in our backs checking our every move and here body language is incredibly disturbing. We can't talk to each other (because apparently, this is affecting our productivity), we can't laugh, we can't whistle (boss met me twice in his office for that), basically, not any form of basic fun is allowed. I understand work is not supposed to be fun but dang, leave us some room, it's a grocery store.
I used to love working there, there was such a good team spirit, the old management was great at positive reinforcement (they often said I was the best bagger they had, fast and efficient), it was fun chatting with the customers, but not anymore. Lots of people quit. And, with University starting soon and being fed up with the current bullshit, I'm quitting in a couple of week.
But of course, you know I'm not going to simply walk in here and sign some papers. I'll go there in full WW1 German uniform, singing Die Wacht Am Rhein, shaking hands of the remaining people and I'll tell the manager "Sorry, I can't work here anymore, they need me at the front".
And for future jobs, I'll just give the name of my old boss.
I used to love working there, there was such a good team spirit, the old management was great at positive reinforcement (they often said I was the best bagger they had, fast and efficient), it was fun chatting with the customers, but not anymore. Lots of people quit. And, with University starting soon and being fed up with the current bullshit, I'm quitting in a couple of week.
But of course, you know I'm not going to simply walk in here and sign some papers. I'll go there in full WW1 German uniform, singing Die Wacht Am Rhein, shaking hands of the remaining people and I'll tell the manager "Sorry, I can't work here anymore, they need me at the front".
And for future jobs, I'll just give the name of my old boss.
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Angus you better get some sort of pictures or video of that event because it sounds glorious.
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Most probably won't have pics or video unless I can get my friend or my dad to take some.
But my friend will work that day and dad doesn't know of my plan and I'm pretty sure he won't like it. Need to find someone. And most of all, I need to know my schedule for that day.
But my friend will work that day and dad doesn't know of my plan and I'm pretty sure he won't like it. Need to find someone. And most of all, I need to know my schedule for that day.
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Nope not a typo. But yeah I only worked 4 days a month, I only got scheduled for the weekends twice (altough this was actually the position I applied for!). I got payed 6,10€ per hour, and usually it was 4 hours every tuesday.Syobon wrote:Sweet Jesus I hope that's either a typo or you only worked there 2 days a month.Tatzel wrote:Well, general treatment there just wasn't worth 98€ a month.
I guess it's a reasonable payment, but just the environment itself was so... bleargh.
To be honest, the day I got fired, I actually wanted to call later that day after I got my shower and some rest and quit myself. I remember my boss being confused that I smiled when she said that I'm not living up to her expectations and she doesn't want to keep me anymore.
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Oh man, I could write a BOOK on the stupid shit that happened to me in my amusement park job. But I won't. Instead, I'll tell you about one very specific story.
Okay, so a few summers ago I worked as a show host for theatres, meaning I would assist guests, answer questions, make sure the areas were clean, and such. There was one particular theater in which EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON EARTH thought that entrance A was the regular entrance even though it clearly had 100000 signs on it saying it was the handicap entrance.
So one day, I let in quite a large group, with visibly handicapped people in it. Not like I discriminate or something, if someone tells me they are, I'll let them in. Then this one woman who is obviously not in the group tries to shoehorn her way in, and I ask her if she's with them or not. She says she's not and she's obvs not handicapped, so I ask her to use the other entrance.
I swear, this lady takes it as the BIGGEST INSULT EVER, and she says, "Oh, is it not because I'm not the right Skin color???" And I think Bitch, What. I'm white. So are you. The other family was not and bitch whaaatttttt
So yeah I locked the door and the racist woman (who I could hear, it's an outside theater) kept talking about how inconvenienced she was. I rolled my eyes and walked away.
Okay, so a few summers ago I worked as a show host for theatres, meaning I would assist guests, answer questions, make sure the areas were clean, and such. There was one particular theater in which EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON EARTH thought that entrance A was the regular entrance even though it clearly had 100000 signs on it saying it was the handicap entrance.
So one day, I let in quite a large group, with visibly handicapped people in it. Not like I discriminate or something, if someone tells me they are, I'll let them in. Then this one woman who is obviously not in the group tries to shoehorn her way in, and I ask her if she's with them or not. She says she's not and she's obvs not handicapped, so I ask her to use the other entrance.
I swear, this lady takes it as the BIGGEST INSULT EVER, and she says, "Oh, is it not because I'm not the right Skin color???" And I think Bitch, What. I'm white. So are you. The other family was not and bitch whaaatttttt
So yeah I locked the door and the racist woman (who I could hear, it's an outside theater) kept talking about how inconvenienced she was. I rolled my eyes and walked away.

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I guess I should blame Dylan and Zak more for your behavior. They're supposed to keep you at bay.Kazer Tazer wrote:
I said I was sorry about that.
Jeez, talk about living in the past.
Why were you out drinking with Zak anyway mang? I could have sworn I saw you two making out a little.
Or, y'know, whatever.
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lolnoVaxidd8 wrote:I guess I should blame Dylan and Zak more for your behavior. They're supposed to keep you at bay.Kazer Tazer wrote:
I said I was sorry about that.
Jeez, talk about living in the past.
Why were you out drinking with Zak anyway mang? I could have sworn I saw you two making out a little.
That was your mother.

