The "Hate my job" thread!
 

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.

That should really explain it all.
 

Mall Maintenance.

I clean a mall.

What job?

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

Because you are the enemy. And they hate you.

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