NightSteel-
I did look at it. I understood nothing. It seemed to be just a collection of random receipts, notes, and a notebook of little sketches. Unless perhaps the sketches were abstract interpretations of her having sex with guys (or office furniture) from corporate.... hmm, I may have missed my shot there, you're right. :)

I once worked on a project with a rising star, a peer at about my level. While I was working closely with him, I detected something wrong with his work that was proof that he was committing fraud against the company, covering up something that could cost us big later.

I reported his coverup to my boss, who chewed me out for being jealous of the rising darling's work and said I was trying to sabotage it. I persisted in pointing out the problem, and he finally admitted to making a mistake. I wasn't vindicated, though, because the implication was that I was just being really picky in critiquing what he did, even though no rational person would interpret it as other than a fraud.

3 years later the rising star, who was promoted twice, costs the company $5 million in lost contracts and is fired after his totally fraudulent work comes entirely to light (virtually everything he did was tainted).

I never entirely forgave my then-boss for being a total ass about it, even though he semi-apologized at some point.

I used to work for an architect who, on paper, was the cat's pajamas. He was a triple threat, a registered architect, a civil engineer and a structural engineer, as well as a licensed construction supervisor in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. However, he was also legally blind, totally unpresentable, and socially inept. Would you hire a blind architect? Anyway, I was working on a rendering for him and he was leaning over my desk to get a better view of the computer screen when a big gob of spit fell out of his mouth and landed on my arm. He apologized profusely and proceeded to mop the goo around with his tie, while I queasily told him not to worry about it and tried not to throw up.

Another good story about him was, he wanted to put a large addition on the office building where we worked, which he owned. He went to the Town of Arlington and told them he wanted to do the architectural design, manage the engineering (he ran an A/E firm with in-house electrical and plumbing engineering), and oversee the construction. The Town told him to pick two. He insisted on all three. They told him he would have to take the Town's construction supervisor test, which he refused to do since he had a state license. The Town ended up having to call a special Town Meeting, at a cost in the tens of thousands of dollars, to review his claims, and he won. He got to do the whole project himself; however, I'm quite sure he never got another job from the Town of Arlington again.

I had a boss who would painstakingly and laboriously hand-write a memo and then hand it to me or another peon to type up and email for him. His spelling, syntax and grammar were atrocious. If memos were generated from him we would often let the errors go out uncorrected.

Once he gave me something to type and added, "Oh, and type it up as an attachment".

One morning he went into his office and began bellowing in a panic that his computer was broken. It was off. He didn't even know how to turn it on.

He frequently mispronounced words or used the wrong words. My favorite was when he would relate a humorous (in his mind) example of something and then condescendingly explain that he was being "fictitious". He meant facetious. He once asked a co-worker what "glamorous" meant. (Yes, he was a native speaker.)

He would clean his ears with pen caps and after scratching around in his ear he would look to see what was on the pen cap and then wipe it off on his shirt all while talking with us.

I could go on and on but the memories are stifling.

Weirdnjfan1: I've been in a food store for a few years now, so I have a couple.

My personal favorite happened a few months ago.

I was working the self check out machines and I had this one customer call me over because the price was wrong. It was a bottle of juice that was supposedly on sale and wasn't ringing up the right price. So I go and check to two places that it would be and it turns out that the the sale tag on it ended the day before. I calmly walk back to discover that the customer is fuming because I was taking too long to check the tag.

I calmly tell her that I have to get a manager to take care of the wrong price, I can't just ring it up for the price that she wants it to be (although I do do this a lot when it's super busy and people want to rip my heads off on the weekends). She then starts screaming vulgarities at me,cursing me off and telling me that she has to pick up her kid.

Since the girl who was running the front end of the store was short handed, she called the manager of the front end down and passes on to her.

My manager asks her whats wrong and the crazy biatch starts screaming at her and telling her that she has to pick up her kid from school. She goes on like this for the entire time that my manager is writing up the price match thing.

The Biatch storms out of the store, heading out to pick up her precious little snow flake, who is probably having a great time hanging out with the other little kids. After she is a few feet away she, my manager says the thing that made me offically accept that she was one of the better managers in the store. Her excate words were "what an arsehole" and when I heard that I knew that we were on the same wave length.

She's in another store and we have a new manager who does nothing. God I miss her.



What is it with white middle-class mothers and biatching about picking their kids up from day-care?

My mom also works in retail. She is the manager of a high-end clothing store. One day a spectacularly biatchy woman demanded that the company should accept her coupon (which was already used AND expired) and while my mom tried to calmly explain the situation and offer her an alternative store discount to her the woman replied with a haughty, "I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS, I HAVE TO PICK UP MY KIDS FROM DAY CARE" line. My mom replied with a cool, "So why on earth are you shopping?"

I guess I can rationalize a busy mother grocery shopping when she is supposed to be picking up her kids, but clothes shopping--? Whelp, I guess we know where some people's priorities stand.

My worst boss story takes place just last month.

I walk in on a Monday morning, business as usual,the day goes just fine but at 3 o'clock the boss askes for me to meet him in one of the boardrooms. Thinking that I'm going to be taking meeting notes I grab my pen and note book and head to the meeting room. He in introduces me to someone from HR on the other side of the contry and leaves the room no indication of what's going on. the voice from HR informs me that effective right away my services are no longer needed. The real kick in the pants is that I don't know why I was let go. I never had any reviews or feedback and all the voice from HR said was that they just didn't think I was a good fit. I've been unemployed since the end of September.

/Hoping to get a call back on a job that I'd love tomorrow.
//Voting? Sure why not?

Cubic Zirconium Jim Brady: I worked at a pizza delivery shop about 20 years ago. One of the managers would put pennies in corners and along walls to see how thoroughly we swept at night. I took the pennies one night and replaced them with dimes and nickels. The next afternoon when we showed up for our shift, there was an angry note on the messages board that read "DO! NOT! LEAVE COINS ON TEH FLOOR!!!!"

I wrote "you, first" underneath.

Reminds me of the owner of the McDonald's I worked at back in high school. One day he left a chicken nugget on top of the ice machine (which was over 6 feet high), and the next day he yelled at staff because nobody had cleaned it up.

For all these people hating on pregnant women in the work force, it's farking illegal.

http://www.eeoc.gov/facts/fs-preg.html

This is in response to a couple douchefarks who felt the need to spew hatred.

I had an alcoholic boss who did not like drinking alone because that would have made him look like an alcoholic. Every other day he'd say "Here's 10 bucks kid - go get a case of beer." Even at 10 in the morning.

And we'd all be drunk with him- all day long. We sold fishing trips - our customers didn't mind.

Carousel Beast: Irrationally jealous much?

Despite how very smart and knowledgeable you are, you're simply not capable of understanding the point of his story.

As a teenager I worked as a stocker at a run-down, failing grocery store. Every night we'd mop the floors, with a soup of cleansers that the manager would grab off the soap aisle and dump into a bucket. One night I followed him down the aisle and noticed he grabbed a bottle of Janitor in a Drum--an ammonia-based cleaner--and a big ol' bottle of bleach. My warning about not mixing the two was met with a "Shut up and start mopping." The mopping lasted for about 2 minutes before we had to evacuate the store from the fumes. If you've never experienced tear gas, I supposed it's much like what happens when you mix bleach and ammonia. The air inside was unbreathable for the rest of the night. Nowadays you'd call the haz-mat squad, but back then some co-worker had to just run in, wheel the bucket into the parking lot and dump it out.

For some reason the guy never apologized to me. Huh.

I work in a shipping yard in southern Louisiana (like way southern) during summers to pay for school/life during the year. It pays 12$/hr, you work between 12-16 hours per day (usually out the door working at 6am and back in no earlier than 7pm) outside loading and unloading barges, rigging for the crane, "hitting" sacks (meaning moving 50lb-150lb sacks from one pallet to another - usually 35-50 sacks on each pallet and usually 10-20 pallets at a time), operating a forklift, etc. Needless to say the work is pretty gruelling, and you're pretty much dead at the end of the day. The pay, however, is outstanding. You get paid 16 hours per day and work 112 hours per week (one week off one week on), and get paid overtime (18$) after 40 hours. Really good money.

Well I'm literally a clueless New Orleans kid. I don't know anything about shrimping, drilling mud (what this company sells), the oilfield, etc. other than what I've learned while working down there. My first summer when I was 18 we were cutting sacks of Caustic Soda to dump into a 500 barrel tank for mixing.

I had no idea what Caustic Soda was. I just knew it was white. My boss tells me with no particular urgency as I'm cutting open the sack barehanded with no eye protection that I should "watch my eyes".

Yeah.

Dumped about a cup of Caustic Soda onto my right arm and hand. Didn't think anything of it for the first couple seconds. Then it burned a little. Then it burned alot. I swiped alot of it off and kept working. 30 minutes later it actually felt like my arm was going to combust. When doing this kind of work (cutting sacks, which are 50 pound bags of material) you literally are covered in mostly harmless chemicals that you just wash off when you're finished. I couldn't tell what was burning my arm, but I knew it hurt badly.

Ran into the Chemical Shop (little room with a sink in it outdoors) and started washing myself off. I had holes all over my right arm that were about a centimeter deep. I literally looked like some kind of internet freak. My arm was swiss-cheesed. It looked like someone took a thick needle and stabbed my arm about a thousand times. No blood, but it was very apparent.

It scared the shiat out of me. I ran out of the Chemical Shop and told my boss I thought I needed to go to the Emergency Room. Like now.

He tells me not to worry about it and that it was just a small burn. I ignore him and leave.

Get to the hospital, they tell me that my arm may have needed to be amputated if I had waited another 30 minutes (something about blood poisoning). Called HR and told them what happened. My boss was fired, I was paid triple that week, and was told to take a paid month off to make sure I was okay.

Didn't really think about suing at the time, but damn. Caustic Soda is some serious shiat.

nowt: This is in response to a couple douchefarks who felt the need to spew hatred.

Modest Proposal from earlier in the thread would love you.

I don't know if this is a good boss story or not but I hated this guy.

When I was 18, I worked at a RatShack for about 6 months or so. I had this huge, sweaty, fat ass idiot for a manager. He was about 5'9 and 300lbs. He would tell me his doctor recommended he eat as much pizza (with all the fixens!) as possible because it was good for him. I think he misunderstood.
Apart from being a horrible boss, he was absolutely disgusting to be around. His wife would show up everyday to bring him lunch which consisted of two large fries from McDonalds and four double cheeseburgers followed by a large Diet Coke, of course.

About an hour after stuffing his black hole of a mouth, the (in)digestion was complete. He would either take a shiat for an hour or puke it back up. The only bathroom was in the stockroom in the back of the store and customers would ask to use it soon after. I'd usually tell them it was out of order.
Whatever bodily function he chose to do, it was loud (you could hear it from the front of the store) and stank. You could smell that shiat from the front of the store as well. The bathroom was uninhabitable for about 2 hours afterward.

This was a daily occurrence.

Add that to his two hour personal phone call and online poker habits when I was the only associate in the store....Worst boss ever.

ScottHimself: I work in a shipping yard in southern Louisiana (like way southern) during summers to pay for school/life during the year. It pays 12$/hr, you work between 12-16 hours per day (usually out the door working at 6am and back in no earlier than 7pm) outside loading and unloading barges, rigging for the crane, "hitting" sacks (meaning moving 50lb-150lb sacks from one pallet to another - usually 35-50 sacks on each pallet and usually 10-20 pallets at a time), operating a forklift, etc. Needless to say the work is pretty gruelling, and you're pretty much dead at the end of the day. The pay, however, is outstanding. You get paid 16 hours per day and work 112 hours per week (one week off one week on), and get paid overtime (18$) after 40 hours. Really good money.

Well I'm literally a clueless New Orleans kid. I don't know anything about shrimping, drilling mud (what this company sells), the oilfield, etc. other than what I've learned while working down there. My first summer when I was 18 we were cutting sacks of Caustic Soda to dump into a 500 barrel tank for mixing.

I had no idea what Caustic Soda was. I just knew it was white. My boss tells me with no particular urgency as I'm cutting open the sack barehanded with no eye protection that I should "watch my eyes".

Yeah.

Dumped about a cup of Caustic Soda onto my right arm and hand. Didn't think anything of it for the first couple seconds. Then it burned a little. Then it burned alot. I swiped alot of it off and kept working. 30 minutes later it actually felt like my arm was going to combust. When doing this kind of work (cutting sacks, which are 50 pound bags of material) you literally are covered in mostly harmless chemicals that you just wash off when you're finished. I couldn't tell what was burning my arm, but I knew it hurt badly.

Ran into the Chemical Shop (little room with a sink in it outdoors) and started washing myself off. I had holes all over my right arm that were about a centimeter deep. I literally looked like some kind of internet freak. My arm was swiss-cheesed. It looked like someone took a thick needle and stabbed my arm about a thousand times. No blood, but it was very apparent.

It scared the shiat out of me. I ran out of the Chemical Shop and told my boss I thought I needed to go to the Emergency Room. Like now.

He tells me not to worry about it and that it was just a small burn. I ignore him and leave.

Get to the hospital, they tell me that my arm may have needed to be amputated if I had waited another 30 minutes (something about blood poisoning). Called HR and told them what happened. My boss was fired, I was paid triple that week, and was told to take a paid month off to make sure I was okay.

Didn't really think about suing at the time, but damn. Caustic Soda is some serious shiat.

Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.

Grunt2006

I remember reading that story. Is it really true, or am I just being gullible here? I was trying to figure out why I knew the whole story as soon as you started. Couldn't remember if it was Maxim or Playboy.

/Read them for the articles
//Mostly :)

I do have another favorite boss I like to complain about - just remembered.
I did some work earlier this year as an on call tech kinda person. I'd be the chick that shows up to fix your computers, which in fact, happens rarely I came to find out. Girls are incapable of knowing about computer machines!

So anyway, I work for this Indian fark whom my racist father told me I should have avoided. This is one time I wish I'd listened but the many lol times I would've missed out on...priceless!

He managed to get hooked up with an installation gig at a new doctor's office. Very small, we were going to install two workstations, all in one, a laptop and set up their network. For whatever reason, he volunteered to also install their phone line which he later admitted he had no idea to do. Why he volunteered to do so, I have no idea.
The day of the install, he decides he is going to go with me and my buddy to do the job and this was completely unplanned. He originally was going to meet us at the office and give us our tools (which he then told us we were supposed to bring...DUR) and all the supplies.
Had he not tagged along, the install would've gone smoothly; probably 3-4 hours at the most. It ends up taking about 8. He doesn't bring wire cutters for the network cables we were dropping through the ceiling. He doesn't bring a ladder or anything to cut the drywall with.
So after his run to Wal-Mart, he returns to interfere with our progress. We get a hole in the wall for one cable and start the process. He runs up a snake line to try and grab the cable from the ceiling and pull through the wall. There's a nice metal beam blocking the way so he gets pissed and pulls the snake (also metal) quickly back through the hole. Right before it comes out, he manages to hit the side of the electrical outlet that is sitting above our hole. The entire front wall of the lobby loses electricity. He panics, throws me his phone and tells me to call the client. I said "Okay" and prepared to tell him of my boss' douchiness. Then he tells me to say that lightning struck the building and all the lights flickered off and now the electricity doesn't work and he can't find the switch to cycle off the power and this and that and this too. I laughed and handed him his phone back. He manages to spit out his lie to the guy with a straight face. Yes, lightning struck the building on a clear, cloudless and rainless day. And somehow, the guy believes him.
Moving on.
I'm sitting there cutting the network cables and trying to pull the wires out to hook to the wall plates. Uh oh, he bought the wrong wall plates and they have to be wired differently. Luckily there is a nice color coated guide online that shows us the other way to wire it up. Apparently, I'm taking too long so he grabs it from me and insists on doing it. All the while, the diagram is sitting on the computer monitor and he doesn't realize the colors are off. I let him fark around with it for about 45 minutes before I say anything. He also made the ends for 3 network cables while bragging about his "degree in computer networking" and all 3 end up not working.
He gets mad at me and sends me off to do "girl duties" like vacuum up the drywall mess and clean up the wires.
We're about 6 hours into the install and he sits down with the client to discuss our "progress".
He asks the guy how he thought we did (the guy lies through his teeth to answer that one) and when he will refer us to his "other doctor friends".
After we finished, my boss walked out and I apologized to the guy. He wasn't quite sure why at first but I think he got the idea.
I was embarrassed to be there. Of course following that mess, I quit the job the next week.
He is no longer in business and I've managed to start my own doing the same thing.
He has customers call him and ask for me to come out to which he replies that I am in Georgia or South Carolina helping the company "expand". I had three customers call me directly after trying to call him and tell me that exact story.
So far, I've taken 5 of his former customers. I love it.

/This is much longer than I intended but I love to talk shiat about that idiot.

Lord_Gothmog:

Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.

Yeah. Movie was pretty accurate on what it feels like. It was one of those things where you aren't sure if anything's wrong, and then all at once it hits you like a train that something is VERY wrong and that that burning isn't just normal.

It's amazing how much wierd shiat isn't alarming when you're covered in chemicals.

friendinpa: My first boss after college told me he would have me killed if I didn't stop dating his daughter.

Farking racist arsehole

Dude... did you at least report it? Hell, I'd have gone back with a tape recorder running in my jacket and attempted to have him repeat it for me.

Worked at Girl Scout camp for two summers. Never sending my own kids there, because holy crap. The girls were fine, and so were the counselors. My first year I was a counselor, second the office assistant (even though my contract said manager). The camp director would pull shiat like:

- On the day the campers arrived said "Don't tell the parents, but the lifeguards aren't certified".

- Make me miss dinner to wait for a late arrival, but buy dinner from Red Robin for the rest of the administrative (AD) staff.

- Sent me to the air port four times in one day to pick up international staff, then got pissy when my work wasn't done.

- I had to sort the t-shirts for all of the campers, I could do 300 shirts in under an hour. Somehow this wasn't fast enough.

- Fired a counselor who was at a bar in town on her day off for "inappropriate behavior", but not the counselor who was caught smoking pot on camp grounds. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that she was dating the assistant camp director.

- Wouldn't allow me to take three days off for my sister's wedding, I was MOH. I even offered to use my sick days.

- Refused to get a legal interpreter for a camper who was Deaf. Instead made one of the counselors with only one trimester of sign translate. Poor camper had no idea what was going on.

- Got mad at me for leaving camp grounds at night, even though I didn't work nights and went through the proper check out procedures with the site manager.

- Let the activities director's girlfriend use the office space for a week as her office when their apartment was flooded. Totally against policy.

- Didn't fire a counselor who was caught having "alone time" in the bathroom that campers used.

- Didn't allow a counselor to seek medical attention when she had a bad reaction to her psychiatric prescription until it was convenient for them.

/ Could go on
// Knows she's very late to the party

My most recent job was as a part-time receptionist for an IT solutions company that is circling the drain and has been for awhile. People terminated left and right, so each day my boss would email with the names of outgoing people and a stern reminder that the police were to be called if they showed up for any reason. No one was leaving on good terms and it was going to get ugly. In my first two weeks, over 100 people were out. Boss gets more and more riled up, convinced we are going to have a bloodbath shooting rampage. One lady DOES come back in with a lovely flower arrangement for the Boss. Asks to leave it so 'there wouldn't be a scene'. I had already determined, based on other things, that the Boss is a psycho anyway, and the lady dropping off is nice and wasn't upset at all when they let her go, so I am sure its not a bomb. Little did I know that Boss had enabled my speakerphone so she could listen to anything I said or did out front, and came screaming down the hall to 'Call the cops you farking biatch, you don't read the emails do you?' Turns out, after a very heated exchange, the lady was bringing the flowers as a thank you for a kind recommendation Boss gave that morning that enabled lady to get a new job. Boss didn't even blink, said 'I farking hate roses, they are only good enough for funerals' and THROWS the flowers, vase too, into the wall and stormed off. Nice lady scoops up the roses, hand them to me and tell me that for putting up with that shiat I needed a gift of appreciation. Two hours later, Boss came out to tell me a funny joke she heard on the radio, and-hand to FSM-asked who got me such lovely roses. Psycho.

How I Knew My Boss Was Psycho:

The week before the above, I brought my daughter to work with me, as it was encouraged to bring your kids in on Fridays during the summer and you could let them help you if they wanted. So my kid is sitting next to me, working the door buzzer to let in delivery men, etc., and my boss calls my extension. Before I can even say hello, she tells me to come get my kid out of her office. Well, the kid IS sitting next to me, and I state this. She rants that my kid is sitting at the desk inside her cubicle 'playing the fark around' with her computer and 'acting like she don't even know her own stupid name.' I am wondering if she does Meth at this point, my kid is laughing her butt off, and after several minutes she hangs up. Thirty minutes later, a female dwarf storms up and tells me she is done with the crazy lady back there. Turns out, since most of our techs were cut from working Fridays, she had to call a temp agency to send out someone to work on a glitch. They sent a little person, and since I was the only one who had a female child with me that day(everyone else had sons), she thought my kid was messing with her computer.

my worst boss story would be my current boss. the store, a pizzeria, had a small rodent problem. nothing major, but she and the owner decided to shut down the store for a ``few days`` that was almost a month ago. the store is still closed and the phones are disconnected.

they shut down the store and didn`t inform me, and i`ve worked there for over a year

my worst boss story would be my current boss. the store, a pizzeria, had a small rodent problem. nothing major, but she and the owner decided to shut down the store for a ``few days`` that was almost a month ago. the store is still closed and the phones are disconnected.

they shut down the store and didn`t inform me, and i`ve worked there for over a year

now with voting

Miracle Whip

Clap Clap....your boss wins a giant glass of fail...

How about the boss asking the staff in the room (eight people) to turn around. Not leaving staff enough time to question why or to do so before pulling up her skirt and yanking her bloody tampon out and tossing it into the office trash bin?
For real.

And I thought my bad boss story was horrific reading.

She was only convinced that everyone in the office was actively conspiring against her. The control freak was a complete alcoholic who would call workers up at home at night, drunk, to talk about who was stabbing her in the back that week.

She drove away pretty much everyone who worked there. She was fired about a month after I escaped.

I had a boss that was sleeping with his secretary, his wife would call us all individually and ask us if we knew anything.

After I signed my stock options, they removed the middle page and changed the price (for the worse) and restapled it together with my signature still on the last page.

While overseas working 7 days a week he reneged on a raise he had promised me in writing then when I took the Saturday off he had me kicked out of my hotel room.

Bonus: I was the only one knew anything so when the company circled the drain he gave me a choice of having everyone else fired and keeping me at my salary or taking a pay cut. I quit.

Worse boss ever? Ironically, not the year I spent working at the big orange box store.

So, the summer before I started grad school, I was looking for a job in a non-profit. I found a 20/hr a week gig at a very small non-profit run out of this lady's house. Huge house, including an upscale nursing home type place and she also ran some other ventures such as an adoption agency and owned several properties around the country. I thought "Awesome! This will be wonderful."

Let's count down the reasons this was wrong:

- They didn't get around to giving me my tax paperwork until 2 weeks into the job, also known as what was supposed to be my first payday. ("Whoops." was the word I heard)
- They originally told me I would be getting paid $10/hr...my first and only paycheck listed $9/hr.
- Turns out the lady is was extremely right-wing Republican Conservative. Usually I don't mind, but I had to go through her mail as part of the job - and she got quite a few mailings from organizations she belonged to that talked about how homosexuals are bringing down American civilization. Being queer myself, I had to take shots each night to get the hate out of my system.
- Along with being conservative, I had to familiarize myself with their adoption agency. Criteria for parents was along the lines of "preferred" (see required) Christian, white, male-female couples.
- Even though I was hired as an office assistant, their accountant rarely did her job and so I had to pick up her slack. Remember - only getting paid $10 $9 an hour to do an accountant's job.
- Her real estate properties were the most run-down pieces of crap I have ever seen.
- Her accounts were horrible mainly because her and her husband spent tons of money eating out at expensive restaurants most of the week. When I got my paycheck, her assistant-type person put her hand on me and told me "It will get better."
- One day I was about to leave, when the boss called me to her bedroom (no this is not going where you think it will). She wanted to get to know me and invite me to a BBQ her and the husband were having that day. I politely declined as I had to pick up my partner from work in 20 minutes. She aggressively yet politely kept demanding I come. Made an excuse and got the hell out of there.
- She was quite fundie Christian, to the point of saying "Jesus has gotten me out of speeding tickets!" (i.e. She prayed for the cop who was trying to pull her over to be gone because she was doing 90 in a 50 zone - and he was gone!) Let's also not forget "Are you a believer?"
- Last day of the job, I told that because my boobs were so big, they requested I wear high neckline shirts aka turtle necks.

The day I got my paycheck was the day I quit. I was unemployed for a while, but it was better than working for that non-profit and their shady practices. 5 more months and I'll have my Master's...yay...

Oh boy! I have had some pretty messed up jobs, currently? I'm at a GREAT ONE.

The Bad:

- Worked at Express for a year for 8.00 an hour. No benefits, and "three strike" rule, which was lax for some other members of the team that weren't cream colored. I called up one day, sick (pink eye) they refused to believe it, and said I needed a doctor's note. Making 8 an hour, with less than 20 hours a week? I cannot afford a Doctor visit. I go in, show them my pink eye, then they decided it was best for me to leave. Worked late, never got any requests or hours I wanted, and I worked my tail off. They refused to teach me Register - because I worked my ass off for the fitting room, and they liked that. Of course, I was the only one to do the job right, and timely.

I finally got them to put me on Register, after basically saying, "You're not busy now, teach me." worst being a white girl in Yonkers is the snide racist remarks you get when you tell the customer something they don't want to hear.

I also had some chicks shove a cell phone in my face, the picture was a black man's dick. Great.

Among other things - seeing a pregnant lady naked (who treated me like I was some clothing rack), a dirty and used tampon in the women's stall, and dog shiat on the floor. Oh, and a kid pissed on the floor (a kid old enough to know better) after I caught her in the empty fitting rooms.

Did I mention I was also supposedly a baby sitter to these kids running loose? I was also supposed to follow people around that were suspicious, only to get yelled at and threatened because I was "being racist".

After I requested Black Friday off (I just didn't want to work? fark them.) I got another job offer, and this being a year at Express, in which they refused a raise because I was late, and had two bullshiat write-ups.

The day of my resignation, I found weed in the employee men's bathroom.

They then hired new employees at 9.00 an hour, with no retail experience, and put them on Register, and gave them better hours, and more.

Aldo? It was fine, I had no real complaints; same mall though, so the crazy ass people still existed. We had a store manager, then a bunch of fill-ins after. When we finally got one placed in, she never really got started when I left for an Assistant Manager position at another shoe store. I later found out, she was stealing from the company, and claimed "insanity" for doing so.

I worked in Port Chester, for Famous Footwear - good job, sucked I worked nights mostly. I didn't speak Spanish, so I needed a Spanish employee at all times, in case. I again, got called a "racist biatch" for following some lady around who stole.

Seems like a trend, the whole racist thing. Anyway, the store manager got caught with fraud, or something like it. The register was always farked up, and made me worry. Later found out, he pocketed money from a purchase, and made a fake receipt (dangerous shiat this company allowed with computers) and rang up sales on employee's name, and returns in them as well.


Then, I landed a position with a Chiropractor in Rye Brook (NY). Now, before I told her I was going to take a visit to my family, and I could start the day after I got back. I did, but this position started at 8:30; and there was traffic. So, I strolled in about 8:39, and she reemed me, "You know, I should tell you to walk back out this very minute for being late." and this was in front of an employee. I apologized, and the next day, she did.

I am anemic. I tended to get sleepy at that job - sitting down and all, and whenever I yawned, she barked, "AM I BORING YOU?" Since day one I searched for another job, because this biatch was loony. She pawned the dirty aspect off on me, after she told the patient something else, but wanted me to tell them that they needed to pay out of pocket, and told me never to tell them that we're not in any network, thus no coverage, ever.

She constantly made the employees feel like shiat on a constant basis, and criticized everything you did. She was also a cheap biatch in some aspects.

Everyday I was completely, and utterly miserable there. She did nothing aside from "crack backs" and browsed the internet, when she saw me getting overwhelmed, or anyone else, just basically said, "That's YOUR job."

She had me call Churches to solicit them, and I stayed there every night until 6:45-7:20 on a regular basis, because I was expected to do EVERYTHING in that office.

Employees were nice, but sadly, I'm sure they are still there, no matter how much they complained. I felt bad for the PT person, because she deserved so much better.

She constantly bragged about her kids (which, her youngest was a shiat), and was late back from lunch, when I had to start making excuses for her when patients showed up.

She was a psycho, she had these unreal expectations, and just made everyone uncomfortable. She was always nice to her patients, but tried to pawn them off on me as far as payments, and hiking up prices. It's not my fault she was a shiatty owner that didn't keep the way it should've been.

So, apparently, there were plans to do this "health day" on Saturday. Fark you, biatch. I worked M-F, and got only around 39 hours, but it was me getting up at 6:30, being there at 8:30 - dealing with her shiat, and insurance companies, then my "hour" lunch ("hour" meaning when the last patient left, usually 12:45, but I HAD to be back by 2:00, I realize that's more than, but really felt less, and didn't matter if the patient left at 1:30, still the same time.) then same shiat until about 6:30 - or 7:20, when everyone left at 5:30 (the doctor, other employees).

I was physically and mentally drained by the end of the day - boyfriend didn't understand why if HE can do similar and still go to the gym, why I couldn't.

Rinse, repeat. So, I had to go to a seminar with her, and that is where the last straw was drawn. I later learned it was essentially a Scientology related seminar.

I got on my job search more - and finally, got the job offer on a Saturday, in which I decided that I would give her two weeks, and I would train the new employee (being that I had the knowledge). The day before, I called out because the snow storm - she expected me to "try" and come in.

Anyway, Monday, I was going to quit. But, beforehand she gave me an attitude, saying before she knew what I was going to "talk to her" about, "CAN THIS WAIT?" I said "No", so she said, "Tell me right here." I did, she demanded her key - gave it, then she took me into a room, and proceeded to interrogate me like I was the crook, and was the FBI. Asking if I was leaving for another Doctor (which I didn't, Real Estate, and with a helluva lot more money, benefits, sick days (she didn't believe in you being sick), holidays, and hours I wanted. I suspected she asked because I had to sign a bogus "cannot work for someone using this program" clause) I offered her my two weeks to help find, and train someone - but she refused, and told me to get out. So, I did. Called my new job, and said, "I can start today." I brought the clothes, in case of that event, because my boyfriend warned me she would likely do this.

The Good:

I started that day, Feb. 25, and I've been so much happier, and I enjoy coming to work.

The people here, seriously ROCK. Nice, down to earth people. They make you stay home when you're sick - and they understand. They also don't breath on my neck when I have a project to do, nor do they make me feel like I'm being watched.

One day, the boss (He's 84 currently. Great man, and still together.) calls me into his office. He hands me $300 in cash, and says I'm doing great, and to keep it up.

I constantly get praise from my employees - for doing simple things. I always get a "thank you", and I never got that at ANY of my jobs.

They're nice, VERY great people, and very caring. I went through hell in the past three years since being in NY - would've done it again for this job.

They force me out at 5:00, on the dot. No overtime (I'm basically salary) but of course, I'm a receptionist, so not really required.

I also work for Jewish people, so I get off a LOT of Holiday in addition to my regular ones. I also get to leave early if the office is completed with work, or if the two main people in the office are sick, or one of them.

-Hugs her job- I lurv it. I LURVE IT!

socktree: because my boobs were so big...

You've got my vote!

ScottHimself: Didn't really think about suing at the time, but damn. Caustic Soda is some serious shiat.

Dude, it's got the word caustic in the name.

one_armageddon_it:
For real.


you rang?

Late to the party so no votey.

It was my first week in accounting and after I was up to speed in my assigned position, a party was scheduled to say farewell to the girl whose place I was taking as she would then be leaving for Europe. On Thursday evening, we went to the local cantina and I was doing my best to fit in with my new peers. To me, this meant getting blind, stinking, drunk. Last memory was walking out of the front door as I had to leave and get some sleep before getting up in the morning.

I never made it home. I woke up in jail still spinning and drunk. As it was my first week on the job, even in my stupor, I knew I had to call into work. After trying to remember what the number for the switchboard was for 5 minutes, it finally came to me and I used my one call to phone my new boss. This was a grizzled old machinist who turned into the Credit Manger many years before. Very nasty man who no one liked and even feared. I swore it was my last day with that job. The call went like this.

Me: Uhhhhh, I can't make it work today, I am in jail but I am not really sure why and no one will tell me.

Boss: Does this happen often?

Me: Never, this is the first time this has happened.

Boss: Well, Hopefully you get out by Monday. Good Luck.

I spent the next 3 days in jail over a name mix-up. Monday came and he never said a word about it. My Favorite Boss ever. He is now dealing Blackjack in NV.

nowt: For all these people hating on pregnant women in the work force, it's farking illegal.

http://www.eeoc.gov/facts/fs-preg.html

This is in response to a couple douchefarks who felt the need to spew hatred.

I'm really tired of the pregnancy entitlement crap...I work at a university and some of the female students are always biatching that they're not allowed to take their babies to class, like it's their right to force them on everyone else who's trying to get an education. If you make the choice to have a child, then you have to deal with it and make alternative arrangements.

It'd be like me signing up for classes during the day, and then biatching I can't make it because I have to work during the day, and expecting the university to make arrangements for me.

What's even better is that the university has a free volunteer staffed day care and records all of the classes so people don't have to actually attend and can view them later, but that's not enough.

Just because you can spew something out of your vagina doesn't mean that you should get special rights.

I'M THE BOSS !!! [my wife made me write that] ;]

Lucudz:

So let me get this straight,

Step 1: Get pregnant
Step 2: Keep track of every single thing a man does while simultaneously nursing a massive entitlement complex
Step 3: Profit?

Gotcha.

Yep, its official, you're a woman

You're a Troll whore, or an asshole - nice work

This is a fun thread to read - my stories aren't all that great, but here's one:

Worked for superstore (Canadian Big-box grocery-retail walmart type) in the photolab, took the job more for a time filler, between 'real' jobs. They were union, but offered no employee discount because they claimed that the prices were already the lowest available.
I quit about three weeks into the job because the door greeter also was required to check employees bags as they left to counter shoplifting. I called my boss in and the store manager and told them that the policy was bullshiat for two reasons:
1. for minimum wage type jobs without an employee discount, it's reasonable for any employee to feel entitled to take whatever they felt like.
2. I worked for 6 years in the forces with top-secret clearance. I don't need that kind of treatment,working for a retail store.
I finished my shift, because my supervisor was nice, albeit a little dumb, but when I left told them never to expect to see me again.

ScottHimself: I work in a shipping yard in southern Louisiana (like way southern) during summers to pay for school/life during the year. It pays 12$/hr, you work between 12-16 hours per day (usually out the door working at 6am and back in no earlier than 7pm) outside loading and unloading barges, rigging for the crane, "hitting" sacks (meaning moving 50lb-150lb sacks from one pallet to another - usually 35-50 sacks on each pallet and usually 10-20 pallets at a time), operating a forklift, etc. Needless to say the work is pretty gruelling, and you're pretty much dead at the end of the day. The pay, however, is outstanding. You get paid 16 hours per day and work 112 hours per week (one week off one week on), and get paid overtime (18$) after 40 hours. Really good money.

Well I'm literally a clueless New Orleans kid. I don't know anything about shrimping, drilling mud (what this company sells), the oilfield, etc. other than what I've learned while working down there. My first summer when I was 18 we were cutting sacks of Caustic Soda to dump into a 500 barrel tank for mixing.

I had no idea what Caustic Soda was. I just knew it was white. My boss tells me with no particular urgency as I'm cutting open the sack barehanded with no eye protection that I should "watch my eyes".

Yeah.

Dumped about a cup of Caustic Soda onto my right arm and hand. Didn't think anything of it for the first couple seconds. Then it burned a little. Then it burned alot. I swiped alot of it off and kept working. 30 minutes later it actually felt like my arm was going to combust. When doing this kind of work (cutting sacks, which are 50 pound bags of material) you literally are covered in mostly harmless chemicals that you just wash off when you're finished. I couldn't tell what was burning my arm, but I knew it hurt badly.

Ran into the Chemical Shop (little room with a sink in it outdoors) and started washing myself off. I had holes all over my right arm that were about a centimeter deep. I literally looked like some kind of internet freak. My arm was swiss-cheesed. It looked like someone took a thick needle and stabbed my arm about a thousand times. No blood, but it was very apparent.

It scared the shiat out of me. I ran out of the Chemical Shop and told my boss I thought I needed to go to the Emergency Room. Like now.

He tells me not to worry about it and that it was just a small burn. I ignore him and leave.

Get to the hospital, they tell me that my arm may have needed to be amputated if I had waited another 30 minutes (something about blood poisoning). Called HR and told them what happened. My boss was fired, I was paid triple that week, and was told to take a paid month off to make sure I was okay.

Didn't really think about suing at the time, but damn. Caustic Soda is some serious shiat.


Reminds me of a colleague at this chemical factory I worked in. When caustic soda mixes with water it turns clear but it will turn hot, amazingly hot.

Anyway I told my boss that we needed to make some oven cleaner (read caustic soda + water + orange colouring). After a while we asked this dude to check if the mixture is still too hot to transfer to the drums we sell them. Dude took off his glove and dipped his fingers in.

Not the sharpest tool in the shed. We expected him to feel the side of the bucket with gloves on. And he argued with the boss that it was ok. That guy was slow as.