The "Hate my job" thread!

[McTahr]

Because I don't think there's been one in a while. Basically just share stories about how much you (probably) hate your job.

Or, if you're like me, and work three jobs, how much you hate all of them for some reason or another!

Job #1: Physics lab assistant. The Grad students take suuuuuuuper long lunches and are never in the labs and I've never even seen the Ph. D in charge of the lab actually go in the lab and it's seriously impossible to get into the lab to do any kind of actual work at all ever and I raaaaaaage over it non-stop. (It's under lock and key and only the aforementioned people have keys.)

Job #2: Chemistry Supplemental Instructor/Academic Coach. I basically spent two weeks under serious hard-line watch because chemistry students do not give a fuck about chemistry, and was borderline getting fired for that entire time because of something entirely outside of my control. Rage.

Job #3: Barnes and Noble slave. Retail sucks, and customers are huge dicks. I got chewed out by some self-righteous twat for carding him. Apparently being a "regular" guarantees he won't ever commit or be victim of check fraud ever and I should just know that. Fuck if I know his name to confirm that his checkbook matches without seeing ID.

[Seil]

I've got a customer-service job, and I have to say it's not bad.

I did a rage-thread a few months ago, back in the summer, but now that the tourists are gone, it's pretty neat. Winter's coming and I get free hot chocolate, my boss is a pretty laid-back guy and I get paid alright for my station.

There are some complaints, like some of our customers are mean or smell bad - seriously, I don't know what it is, but you can't breathe near them - and my bosses nephew hangs around a little too often, but on a whole it's not too bad.

[Krylo]

Mall Maintenance.

I clean a mall.

[Mondt]

What job?

[Doc ock rokc]

I work at a restruant movie theater combo. Essentially you just walk have a seat and press a button for service. Which isn't bad if your the waiter. However I am esentially the server/bustboy. It's a hard job being those guys because we are the first to enter and the last to leave. We esentially do all the grunt work inthe entire place and the main people that interact withthe guests. So we are the ones that lift the heavy stuff clean the theaters (inwhich our smallest one is the size of a medium restruant and the largest would make chefs cry) diliver your food and while also making your drinks the various condiments. It's frantic and chaotic, however it was even more so tonight when a manager secheduled themovies wrong and we had 2 large ones and 2 mediums seat at once and just desimate our small kitchen. All of us were exiosted in the first round. And then one of the chefs pri ters went out so the thing was spiting out duplicates so "old" tickets that we thought we missed and hadto divert the kitchen even more tomake them turn out to be food we dump in the trash. And time wasted not cleaning theaters...so needless to say we got our asses handed to us by a stupid mistake from a manager...I hate to see what HP is going to be like next week.

[BitVyper]

My job actually makes grown men cry. Not exaggerating, and not just something you hear about. It is not some kind of uncommon occurrence - I know many people who will admit to having broken down at least once. The working conditions and environment are so horrifically ass backwards stupid as to be pretty much indescribable in any meaningful way. Plus no one ever understands until they've done it.

As far as management goes... imagine the worst office bureaucracy you've ever worked for. Now imagine something that makes you WISH for that.

I'm not going to describe it in detail, but to put it one way: I have been working since I was nine years old. I've had many many different jobs for all sorts of different companies, and I've done work as a contractor. I've worked in a bottom-of-the-barrel call centre, I've done work that left me so filthy at the end of the day you could barely tell my skin tone, and I've done work that left me so tired, I passed out on the floor without even getting my coveralls off afterward.

Being a mailman completely blows every shit job I've ever done out of the water in terms of shittiness. Easiest money I've ever made, but it is just completely shitty in every way. And they are endeavoring to make it shittier. (http://www.cupw-vancouver.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=274:the-workers-struggle-with-the-modern-post&catid=34:bulletins&Itemid=55)

Edit: I'm quitting in June though probably, so yay.

[phil_]

Mall Maintenance.

I clean a mall.You're a janitor? At a mall?

Excuse this simple theater slave, but Bwa ha ha ha ha ha!

But, yeah, my job's too easy to hate. I give people popcorn for, like, an hour at a time, and then I get to chill and play sudoku for another hour. At its worst, my job is still not bad. Hence why I still work there for minimum wage an hour from my home.

As an explanation for those of us who work at a theater and have a hard time of it, there's a lot of stuff I know how to do that no one else knows (how to clean the butter machines, how to refill the oil in the popcorn machine, etc.). Learn that stuff, don't teach anyone, and you can goof off secure in the knowledge that you won't lose your hours.

[Krylo]

You're a janitor? At a mall?

More or less. Technically maintenance because I also have to do things like change out ceiling tiles, get heat tape ready, fix roof leaks, etc.

I don't mind it when it's actually maintenance. But the cleaning part. Ugh. So boring.

Luckily, I can have my phone so I pretty much just sign onto AIM and sit around in the back during the 2 hours of down time every night.

[Hatake Kakashi]

Retail sucks, and customers suck huge dicks.

Fixed that for ya.

For those of you who enjoy huge dicks, hey, nothing against that. The huge dicks being implied above are simply the syphilis-crusted ones that the general John Q. likes to yummy down on.

I've been a full-time student since February, so I don't quite endure the pain that many of you do in the retail world anymore, but I still quite vividly remember how bad it was. I don't think there was a day that went by where I didn't have the constant urge to choke the living shit out of my boss/customers/one lazy co-worker/all of the above, and I cannot tell you how good it feels to be out of that life for good. Whether it was the constant under-scheduling practices of a boss suffering from a terminal case of cranial-rectal-insertion-syndrome, his bitching afterward that nothing ever seemed to get done (due to the fact that nobody was ever staffed), the customers who would get annoyed because the product couldn't be moved to the floor fast enough, their damned little heathen bed-stains running amok in the store tearing shit up and screaming their fucking heads off, or the co-worker constantly complaining that she didn't want to do (insert anything involving work here), it was enough to make ya wanna slap everyone's face off.

How I resisted crawling into a bottle back then, I'll never know.

[Seil]

Because you are the enemy. And they hate you.

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[Archbio]

My dayjob is being a customer at a mall.

[Professor Smarmiarty]

I smoke cigars all day

[DarkDrgon]

I just started as a cashier at a grocery store. First customer throws a fit because I won't accept their coupon that expired in January. Second pays for 10 rolls of TP in quarters. Third throws a bitch fit because he forgot his club card, didn't know the phone number he used, and couldn't get a sale.

Yeah... this is gonna suck.

[Professor Smarmiarty]

Job #1: Physics lab assistant. The Grad students take suuuuuuuper long lunches and are never in the labs and I've never even seen the Ph. D in charge of the lab actually go in the lab and it's seriously impossible to get into the lab to do any kind of actual work at all ever and I raaaaaaage over it non-stop. (It's under lock and key and only the aforementioned people have keys.)


Hey now, to make up for our stupidly low pay phds neeed lots of perks. One of which is working when we feel like it.

[BitVyper]

Hey now, to make up for our stupidly low pay phds neeed lots of perks. One of which is working when we feel like it.

...

So like, if I kill a phd in single combat, does that make ME a phd?

[Azisien]

Second pays for 10 rolls of TP in quarters.

I don't know if they have a similar law/by-law where you live, but around here you can turn away someone if they try to pay with more than fifty of any given coin.

My job was starting to suck but then the day manager got fired and I took her place. Now I'm technically the manager of an independently owned game store. My day consists of getting paid to watch movies and open Christmas Day sized deliveries of video games. The pay isn't up to par with my level of education, but for now, I am liking it.

The dregs of my job can be bad, since it is retail, but nothing diabolical really.

EDIT: The most frustrating thing is dealing with incompetence, actually. From either lower or higher employees. My boss is a fiend, and I wrestle with that on a weekly basis. Most everyone else who works there is lazy. And if work doesn't get done, some of the blame falls to me. BUT, I wasn't officially promoted either, so I have no given authority.

[phil_]

You know what I hate about my job? That it's sixty miles away. Wait, no, that's not quite it. What I hate is that it's not in the city and therefor this stupid fucking marathon can make me miss work. What a great idea, let's block off all but one road that leads out of town, and let's make the one road available a toll road! And let's channel every commuter in town through single lane residential streets for two miles to get to that toll road! And let's have a big party right next to the toll booth, just as a final "Fuck you, we're healthy and saving the planet and we don't eat anything with a face my heart is identical to someone about to have a heart attack because I just ran a marathon!"

Fuck you, Richmond marathon, and fuck you anyone participating. Your stupid hobby is costing me money.

[Magus]

Diverting all traffic to a toll road sounds like a quick way to make mondo cash, your city government must be incompetent like a fox.

[Professor Smarmiarty]

...

So like, if I kill a phd in single combat, does that make ME a phd?

You're must better off getting us drunk and convicing us to take a high paid industrial position and giving our pHD to you.
I mean you could try single combat but we tangle with seething hordes of undergrads all day- we're old and wily. Our only weaknesses are booze and free food.

[Viridis]

I've started work for Walmart. Work so far has been almost exclusively about stocking stuff (frozen food into those freezer cases, actually). It doesn't seem too terrible yet.

[Professor Smarmiarty]

That cause you are not working with customers.

[Revising Ocelot]

If it counts, I hate my lack of job.

[Viridis]

That cause you are not working with customers.True. It would probably be worse if I was a cashier or working in some place like Electronics.

[Kurosen]

Don't you hate it when you deposit your Marvel check and sometimes it takes several days to clear?

I mean, c'mon!

[Krylo]

Don't you hate it when you deposit your Marvel check and sometimes it takes several days to clear?

I mean, c'mon!

Man, that must totally blow, but I'll tell you what.

Limited time offer here: I will totally trade jobs with you. We got some direct deposit shit, clears immediately. No problems.

[Professor Smarmiarty]

Don't you hate it when you deposit your Marvel check and sometimes it takes several days to clear?

I mean, c'mon!

Better watch out it doesn't get retconned out of existence/ only clears in a parallel dimension where you are also a woman.

[Krylo]

It's cool.

He can always make a deal with the devil to go back to making 8-bit theater if the worst comes to pass.

[Arhra]

I'm not sure if you're allowed to make more than one deal with the devil?

[Krylo]

You're allowed to as make as many as necessary to ensure you never have any kind of personal growth or development.

[Archbio]

I'm not sure if you're allowed to make more than one deal with the devil?

Horcruxes?

[Hatake Kakashi]

I've started work for Walmart. Work so far has been almost exclusively about stocking stuff (frozen food into those freezer cases, actually). It doesn't seem too terrible yet.

Oh FUCK! I'm so sorry, Viridis! I really had no idea your life was going that far down.

I mean, shit, I think I'd rather be emo and suicidal than ever work for that hole again. At least the emo/suicidal bit would be an improvement.

I'll be ready to cheer ya on when you make it out the other side man. Whichever way you do it.


Don't you hate it when you deposit your Marvel check and sometimes it takes several days to clear?

I mean, c'mon!

Really? I've never had that problem. Must just be the hazing they give to the noobs at the bottom of the pole these days. Grit your teeth and take it, man.

[Krylo]

Psh. Wal-Mart isn't that bad.

I've honestly had a lot more trouble with local 'ma and pa' places, as far as how I've been treated as a worker.

If you want to talk about dealing with customers well... ok, yeah, then it's still the local places, but that's probably just because the local place I worked was a feed + hardware + sporting goods store. You can imagine the target demographic.

But the real problem is that while Wal-Mart is amongst the worst, if not the worst, national/global corporations (depending on when you happened to work there), it also receives global/nation wide scrutiny. Local places tend to not even get decent local scrutiny, because the fire marshal/OSHA inspectors/whatever else tend to feel that they're better just because they're, you know, Local.

So while Wal-Mart would get fined out the ass for say... making their employees climb bare racking and throw fifty pound bags from a height of 12 feet for someone to catch on the ground, a local place can, in many cases, get away with it scot free. Because they're local. They OBVIOUSLY aren't evil.

And while Wal-Mart might receive some kind of class action lawsuit for making employees work off the clock (and has), locals places are more or less immune to such because there aren't enough employees to leverage a really large suit, which means they don't attract lawyers looking to make a buck...while simultaneously any one who is actually social minded still sees them as the 'little guy' who needs to be 'protected'.

Anyway, moral of the story is that while Wal-Mart sucks, it doesn't suck that much.

Alternate moral: I'm extremely bitter from my time working for locally based chains.

[Azisien]

Almost every boss I've ever had managed to be a dickhole and was somehow evil, but far and away the most evil, jerk person I've dealt with is my current one, who is Local and technically a Ma and Pa business owner.

[McTahr]

It's a wonderful Catch-22. Ma and Pas can fuck you as long as they stay Ma and Pa, global corporations can fuck you as long as it's in the employee handbook.

[Premmy]

I've been working my new job for a little over a month, I'm one half(the other half is the morning-shift guy) of the laundry system for our hospital's Environmental Services(housekeeping) department.

My job is to wash the cleaning rags, mops and floor-dusters for them.

I sit all alone in a tiny little building away from the hospital, and every fourty minutes or so I reload the industrial washer/dryer. The entire rest of the night is napping, Eating, or farting around on the internet.

[Nique]

or farting around on the internet.

OR, maybe, just farting? You are alone after all.

Mmm. Bathroom humour. Sorry.'Farting around' is just... it's just like the weirdest phrase to me even though I think me and the rest of my family use it pretty often.

[batgirl]

My job involves two days of sitting in an office alone all night with barely good tv and 90% of the internet blocked off (not this forum!), dealing with idiot nurses ("my patient has a hang nail! come get him to the ER!") and my staff (everyone knows about my 1 idiot medic). The other day of my job involves me carting around half dead people from death facility to death facility to death hospital, all the while being elbow deep in poop, pee, blood, vomit and other ungodly things (colostomy bag anyone?).

Sad thing is...I love the rush when the poo hits the fan. Saving a life, helping a person, making them better, it's better than any drug.

[Amake]

The Fray plays in the background as batgirl's post comes to a close.

My job is writing. It's a sweet-ass job, but I can think of some things that suck about it. You are compelled to do it for one thing. Free will does not factor in. Ideas come to you without warning or consent, and you have to write them down or go mad. Your life is decided for you, your entire life, because you don't get time off, not so much as a smoke break. Every moment you're awake or asleep you're gathering material, everything that happens to you is inspiration.

And if you are a prodigously gifted writer, like me, you cannot take pride or comfort in doing the job well. You have not done anything to deserve that ability. It is not yours; you belong to it. Everything you may ever accomplish or become is up to the gift. You're riding in the back of the bus without a ticket and hoping you get somewhere before you get thrown off.

And every disgusting or hateful or demeaning or evil thing you write, you have to answer for. No more than you can take credit for the good that you do can you avoid responsibility for the people you hurt with your words. Your stories are your children, and you will love them no matter what they do and stand between them and an angry mob.

It's thankless, it's all but impossible to make a living from it, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

[Premmy]

OR, maybe, just farting? You are alone after all.


No maybe about it.

[bluestarultor]

The Fray plays in the background as batgirl's post comes to a close.

My job is writing. It's a sweet-ass job, but I can think of some things that suck about it. You are compelled to do it for one thing. Free will does not factor in. Ideas come to you without warning or consent, and you have to write them down or go mad. Your life is decided for you, your entire life, because you don't get time off, not so much as a smoke break. Every moment you're awake or asleep you're gathering material, everything that happens to you is inspiration.

And if you are a prodigously gifted writer, like me, you cannot take pride or comfort in doing the job well. You have not done anything to deserve that ability. It is not yours; you belong to it. Everything you may ever accomplish or become is up to the gift. You're riding in the back of the bus without a ticket and hoping you get somewhere before you get thrown off.

And every disgusting or hateful or demeaning or evil thing you write, you have to answer for. No more than you can take credit for the good that you do can you avoid responsibility for the people you hurt with your words. Your stories are your children, and you will love them no matter what they do and stand between them and an angry mob.

It's thankless, it's all but impossible to make a living from it, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I wonder how much you mine us for inspiration now. I think I'm scared.


Me? I've been a full-time student since I was six years old. I'm now 23 and still don't have a job in my chosen profession (although I'll be able to seriously look again after this semester). As things stand, I haven't sat down and written code in two semesters due to not having had the time and my confidence in my skills is waning as my skills collect dust. I've promised myself to set aside time real soon now to start coding something, anything, just so I can brush up. It hasn't happened yet because of responsibilities elsewhere. All three of my roommates are a mess and I never got a chance to really meet anyone else, so I just hole up in my room these days while they work through their individual lives and lean on each other since they're all from the same area and have been rooming for years. I have to wake up early in the mornings and deal with them being up or coming in at odd hours of the night and morning. I now have four alarms set up for myself just to make sure I get to class. Being cogent for it is another matter. I spend four hours and a half a tank of gas round trip to come home every weekend so I can give needed help to my family and every week it gets harder and harder to convince myself to go back to school and deal with another five days of being utterly bored in my classes, wishing I had a job so I didn't have to spend my time and money on more school, and listening to my roomies snap at little things because they're worse off than I am. I often feel like I'm wasting my time and I might well be. I'm certainly not doing things I like in school and TBH, not having it turn into a bona fide Computer Science degree is probably going to be no help at all.


If I were actually working, life would be great, because I love programming and it wouldn't feel like work. As it is, school is just starting to feel like a hassle getting in the way of my life.

[pochercoaster]

I work in a coffee shop (it's not a major chain) that's very infested with cockroaches.

...Yeah. I keep pestering my boss to hire an exterminator but he has yet to do anything about it. I want to call the health inspector and leave an anonymous complaint but since the store would be shut down until the problem has been eradicated, what precious little business we have would be totally eliminated and I'd be looking for another full-time job, which is not all that easy right now for someone with no qualifications.

...So basically I'm waiting for a customer to complain until the health inspector comes on their own accord and fate closes our store. =D! If the store somehow isn't shut down by the time I quit (which should be in about a year when I move) I WILL leave a very detailed, anonymous complaint to the health department and pray that my boss learns a lesson about being too cheap to run a store that isn't a health hazard. I also hope karma doesn't punish me for smiling through my teeth for customers and extolling the benefits of our superior espresso and sandwiches when I secretly wish I could tell them that their daily order, which is often expensive, is a risk to their health and to never ever give their business to my boss again.

I think I have all you guys beat.

There are a couple benefits to my job, however- it's slow as hell, so I can sit on my ass a lot, and I have nearly total control over my schedule, so I can get enough hours every week to support myself and pay all my bills (something's that's increasingly rare in the minimum wage coffee-pushing world.)

Edit: Oh, and just how bad is the infestation? Well, when I arrive to work I immediately wrap my coat and backpack in a garbage bag and tie it VERY tightly because once I put on my coat and there was a huge cockroach crawling up the sleeve. And fuck I'm not gonna transfer the infestation to my OWN apartment.

Or the one time I saw a cockroach wriggling around in cream cheese. YUMMY. (I threw the cream cheese out, obviously.)

[Karrrrrrrrrrrresche]

I work at Subway.
It's okay, really varies a lot from day to day depending on the people that come in, part of it is the amount of people...and the really big thing, is how unfucking believably stupid and/or insane they are. Not to mention the rare example of a dangerous combination of insane, stupid and very angry.

Overall though it's a nice place to work, I like the regulars, at least one of the store owners, my fellow employees, although while I personally haven't had a problem with him yet, I've head stories about the man recently promoted to general manager that can only make me associate the words "Manipulative monster" with him.
Like, using the absence of a manager for maternity leave to fire so many of her employees that she's forced to come back into work far sooner than she should have.

[Eltargrim]

I start my new job in May. I'll be assisting in the preparation and analysis of beta-amyloid plaques in mice through FPA Raman spectroscopy, specifically using surface-enhanced Raman spectroscopy, or SERS.

In short: I cut up sample; I set parameters; spectra are collected over the course of 10 hours; I analyze lots of samples.

In short: this will either be awesome or completely mind-numbing. Or both! Or, most likely, long periods of boredom interspersed with brief moments of totally awesome. But hey, money and science!

[phil_]

I work at Subway.
It's okay, really varies a lot from day to day depending on the people that come in, part of it is the amount of people...and the really big thing, is how unfucking believably stupid and/or insane they are. Not to mention the rare example of a dangerous combination of insane, stupid and very angry.

Overall though it's a nice place to work, I like the regulars, at least one of the store owners, my fellow employees, although while I personally haven't had a problem with him yet, I've head stories about the man recently promoted to general manager that can only make me associate the words "Manipulative monster" with him.
Like, using the absence of a manager for maternity leave to fire so many of her employees that she's forced to come back into work far sooner than she should have."Oh, I don't have enough money; can I have my sandwich anyway?"

[McTahr]

completely mind-numbing.

This one. It sounds like my physics position, when I actually get to work it. 1. Prepare sample, 2. Test sample, 3. Read data, 4. Repeat ad nauseum.

[Karrrrrrrrrrrresche]

"Oh, I don't have enough money; can I have my sandwich anyway?"

No no no, my favorite was: "I don't want that sub anymore, it has mustard on it."

"Okay."
Wrap the sub up and put it on the counter behind me

"What are you going to do with that?"
"I'll see if someone else wants it."
"Can I have it?"
"Okay. That'll be $6.36."
"Why should I have to pay for it?!"

[Eltargrim]

This one. It sounds like my physics position, when I actually get to work it. 1. Prepare sample, 2. Test sample, 3. Read data, 4. Repeat ad nauseum.

Probably, except that we get a ridiculous number of spectra per sample. Our FPA has some ridiculous resolution; something like 64x64 0.5 um pixels. Looooooooots of spectra. Plus the possibility of visiting synchrotron sources!

[Professor Smarmiarty]

Synchrotrons are boringggggggggggg. You just push buttons, you don't get to tinker with anything.

And you have to like fill out all your experiments in advance- you can't throw things in just because, which is my typical experimenting procedure.
Synchroton owners are nazis!

[Amake]

I wonder how much you mine us for inspiration now. I think I'm scared. People don't provide as much inspiration as you may think. At least it's not my style to copy people to make my characters. Or use real events as things that happen in my stories. I like to make up those things myself.

Actually what I collect from the real world is mostly my own reactions to things that happen. How I feel about, for example, scaring you just now is useful if I'm going to write about how that feels. (A little guilty, even though I doubt you were very serious. It's like short bursts of tiny artillery cannons from my heart, collapsing and lessening my chest and the back of my throat in minute flashes that pull at my face, making it hard to hold my head high. I have felt it many times before and much stronger, but never been able to sit down and analyze it like this.) That's the kind of stuff you can't make from nothing.

So, nothing to be scared of, right?

[bluestarultor]

People don't provide as much inspiration as you may think. At least it's not my style to copy people to make my characters. Or use real events as things that happen in my stories. I like to make up those things myself.

Actually what I collect from the real world is mostly my own reactions to things that happen. How I feel about, for example, scaring you just now is useful if I'm going to write about how that feels. (A little guilty, even though I doubt you were very serious. It's like short bursts of tiny artillery cannons from my heart, collapsing and lessening my chest and the back of my throat in minute flashes that pull at my face, making it hard to hold my head high. I have felt it many times before and much stronger, but never been able to sit down and analyze it like this.) That's the kind of stuff you can't make from nothing.

So, nothing to be scared of, right?

Wow. Nice! I can't say I'd describe guilt that way myself, but it's interesting to read, that's for sure. XD

And yeah, I was mostly joking. I just shuddered to think what kinds of casts you might have derived from NPF.

[Viridis]

My feet hurt. Otherwise, no complaints.

[Satan's Onion]

I've only been a student for a quarter now. Is it all right to complain? Thanks, I'll just go on ahead and do it!

Actually, I've had it exceedingly soft this quarter--because I was kind of a coward at registration time, I only took two classes that are supposed to help me become a better student and pick a career to aim at throughout my education 'n' stuff. It's been going well so far, actually, even though they're both online classes, and online classes are all about being self-motivated, which is one of the things I'm absolutely worst at. And while I've had some close calls with deadlines and anxiety and deadline-related anxiety, the whole thing has been...surprisingly successful, actually.

Although one class has us watch a lot of videos, most of which are like twenty minutes long (which I just can't do on my current connection--we're looking into something better). Every time one of those comes up I need to go all the way across town and watch it at the campus library, take notes there, and then compose the hundred and fifty words I need to say about it at home. Not only is it inconvenient as fuck, it tempts me with visions of infinitely better connection speeds--the twenty-minute videos start up immediately. It's like a plate of steak in front of a starving dog.

[ArtisticSkytzo]

This is for all y'all to laugh at. Hopefully my past will have done it's best to bring a smile to your faces.

1st instance: Working in a concession stand at "sports complex" (a field of baseball fields). No one talked to me, seriously, I do not recall any exchange verbally except when my wet jeans (the floor had flooded) touch someone's leg and they said "gross". The only one who did talk to me wasn't ever scheduled with me after my first day. One weekend I work 10hrs, 13hrs, then 11hrs. When I go in to get my paycheck, the boss says he doesn't have my paperwork. He looks to the guy he left in charge who couldn't have possibly missed seeing me work, given he and I were there ALL DAY every day that weekend, HE denies seeing me work that weekend. Some guy in the back says something stupid.

That was the first time I've ever actually considered arson. The only thing that stopped me was the notion that it would've been easily traced back to me, once they saw the documented unpaid hours.

I'll give that a minute to sink in, I just saw how long this was....

[Doc ock rokc]

As much as I hate my job. getting 70 bucks in tips after a long weekend and being told there is only more to come Makes me realize how many more hours I would have to work to make half of what I am handed for free.

[Si Civa]

I get 4,80 euros per day. Try to beat that one.

Granted I'm not 'actually' working 'cause I'm just doing civil service, but it's fuckin' little for cleaning 8 hours everyday. But otherwise being civil service dude is pretty neat.

[DarkDrgon]

.....why do people insist that I can't read when I tell them their coupon expired a month ago. or is from another store. Or is for a product they didn't buy.

If you're going to use the damn things... DO IT RIGHT

[shiney]

International auto financing corporation. I am a part of what's wrong with the world.

[Inbred Chocobo]

I'm Tech Support for tax software. So, when its not tax season here in the good ole' US of A, its pretty laid back, take about 10 calls a day, and spend the other half goofing on the interwebs. When Tax season hits... well I forget what the Sun looks like, or that there is life besides sleeping, eating McDonalds, and taking phonecalls to walk people through installing a program again.