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2012-02-26 11:41:16 AM

violetvolume: Working at a Kaufmann's (before it became Macy's) when I was 19 was, literally, the shiattiest job I've ever had.

Aside from the usual sucks of working at a department store-- long hours on your feet, low pay, inconsiderate customers, being disciplined for not signing enough people up for the store credit card (that had an absurdly high interest rate for 2006), etc., this job had special issues all its own.

Working in the Juniors' department one day, an alarmed and green-looking customer reported that there had been an "incident" in the dressing room, and it wasn't her, but I should go look. She pointed me down the row of dressing stalls and bolted. In the second-to-last stall, someone had taken a dump. And I don't mean just a poo pile. I mean violent, splattering, bad-Indian-food diarrhea. On the carpet. On the walls. On the mirror. On some clothes. It. Was. Everywhere. I couldn't even with the smell. When I called my manager, she told me to clean it up. Thinking I had misheard her, I said "Clean it up? I'm wearing a dress! And heels!" I could hear her snapping her gum and she said "Well, you can't just leave it there." I asked her to call maintenance. "They're busy." Long story short I ended up cleaning human feces in a dress and heels and had to finish my shift.

Should have quit then, but I really needed the money and didn't have a steady summer job to go back to when I wasn't at school. A few weeks later, I was working in Lingerie. It had been raining for a few days and the ceilings were leaking. Instead of fixing the leaks, though, we'd just move the merchandise and put out a big garbage can or something to catch the dripping. I was standing at the desk sorting through the Bra Hurricane (which is where women try on bras and instead of putting them back on the hangers, throw them in a big pile in the cart underneath the "do not want" bar in the dressing room, so they all get hooked and tangled together) when suddenly, the plaster drop ...


For reasons I don't fully understand, your story makes me want to marry you.
 
2012-02-26 11:41:26 AM
I worked at McDonald's. And surprisingly for the town I'm in... it wasn't all that bad of a job for the fresh-faced 17 year old I was over a year and a half ago. I handled ordertaking primarily and know the ins and outs of the menus. I was fast, friendly, and hell, the managers loved me for the most part. They actually asked me if I wanted to come back if I ever leave my current job...

... which is at the old duty free shop I've mentioned before. This place has more consistent hours (I'm not fighting with 40+ employees for hours, just the 3 others on staff), more consistent schedule (I know I'm working the same hours part time each week), and well, it's more comfortable than running around flailing in front of the registers at McDonald's. Although... working here is miserable paperwork wise that US Customs wants to see on top of the company's paperwork. I go through about 30+ pages of paperwork in a night, about 20-50 receipts we have to throw into our reports (and we print 3 sales receipts), and count down thousands of dollars of cash each night.

In essence, despite being a "sales associate", I'm a supervisor running the entire store at night. And boy, do I hate this company. Our tech support (erm, "MIS") are a bunch of morons, our company makes questionable decisions (like outfitting hundreds of stores with Cisco IP phones yet when I need to call, say, corporate support, they call me long-distance on the store landline), spend over $100,000 on the worst pieces of retail software (Oracle SIM and Triversity Transactionware) which gets the person who chose said software fired, and so on.

Then our regional manager, who continually rags on my store's boss because we didn't scan 2-3 items in a given week and manually keyed them into the computer, or maybe we sold a single bottle of perfume, or maybe we didn't sell any 375mL bottles of shiatty store-brand vodka for him to get a commission on. (And commission on store products is miserable. Maybe $0.25-50 a bottle?). Or because I forget to do my mileage expense reports for when I do nightly deposits he goes into a 20+ minute biatchfest at him about why I was an idiot. But the sad yet slightly awesome part of it is he doesn't then force it upon us to change. He doesn't make us push the add-ons. He doesn't yell at me about my expense reports. But the regional does.

I think if I ever DO quit this job I'm not going to superquit to my boss. I'm going to superquit to the company instead, because goddamnit, we run a tight ship at our store compared to the rest in the region and we shouldn't be getting the flack we get.
 
2012-02-26 11:43:32 AM

Coffee Snob: Marysue: I Said: Marysue

Paris Hilton is rich. Tesla died poor. Just sayin.

Guess which one you remind me of.

Are you always a coont? Jesus Christ, ever farking comment I see you post just make me dislike you more and more you miserable twat.


I don't know if it's a character she plays on Fark or if she is as coonty in real life.

If she is really like that then it must be a truly miserable existence to be both her and anyone who has to interact with her.
 
2012-02-26 11:43:45 AM

Trance750: Farkomatic: Worst job ever - trashman during the summers of my 10th and 11th year of high school. Hung on the back of the truck and everything. Really disgusting.

But the pay was good and it was all you can eat.

Is it true what I have always heard about the driver getting to take whatever 'treasure' he wanted from the junk?


Nobody would touch any of that crap. All we wanted to do is go home and take a bath for a week. Nothing worse than getting home and smelling like landfill. Mike Rowe would have struggled.
 
2012-02-26 11:45:59 AM

violetvolume: Working at a Kaufmann's (before it became Macy's) when I was 19 was, literally, the shiattiest job I've ever had.

Aside from the usual sucks of working at a department store-- long hours on your feet, low pay, inconsiderate customers, being disciplined for not signing enough people up for the store credit card (that had an absurdly high interest rate for 2006), etc., this job had special issues all its own.

Working in the Juniors' department one day, an alarmed and green-looking customer reported that there had been an "incident" in the dressing room, and it wasn't her, but I should go look. She pointed me down the row of dressing stalls and bolted. In the second-to-last stall, someone had taken a dump. And I don't mean just a poo pile. I mean violent, splattering, bad-Indian-food diarrhea. On the carpet. On the walls. On the mirror. On some clothes. It. Was. Everywhere. I couldn't even with the smell. When I called my manager, she told me to clean it up. Thinking I had misheard her, I said "Clean it up? I'm wearing a dress! And heels!" I could hear her snapping her gum and she said "Well, you can't just leave it there." I asked her to call maintenance. "They're busy." Long story short I ended up cleaning human feces in a dress and heels and had to finish my shift.

Should have quit then, but I really needed the money and didn't have a steady summer job to go back to when I wasn't at school. A few weeks later, I was working in Lingerie. It had been raining for a few days and the ceilings were leaking. Instead of fixing the leaks, though, we'd just move the merchandise and put out a big garbage can or something to catch the dripping. I was standing at the desk sorting through the Bra Hurricane (which is where women try on bras and instead of putting them back on the hangers, throw them in a big pile in the cart underneath the "do not want" bar in the dressing room, so they all get hooked and tangled together) when suddenly, the plaster drop ...


Ha.
 
2012-02-26 11:47:33 AM

casual disregard: All the call center angst leaves me wondering why such employers insist on using the absolute least effective management practices which leave the employees in abject hatred of their own souls.


It's a reflection of their talent pool. I've yet to meet anyone who has anything good to say about working in a call center. The really bright and talented people that I've known who worked in one worked there only as a means of having an income until they found something more suitable. The ones who stay there are, unfortunately, those who probably don't qualify for anything better, along with the druggies, drunks, head cases, and other assorted misfits.

Those who make it to management are probably used to being poorly managed and there are probably enough idiots in the place who respond to nothing but extreme mismanagement to justify it.
 
2012-02-26 11:52:32 AM

Dakai: I was a service writer/billing clerk for a car dealership owned by a Jewish family with a reputation for being underhanded and shady. The Service Manger come up to me one day and said to start billing more for service that wasn't performed. I protested and he told me to owner as he (the SM) didn't wanna hear my shiat.

I knew we were already screwing our customers and thought about it over lunch, deciding that I just wasn't going to go along, rather I was going to quit as a plan began to formulate in my mind.

After lunch I dashed over to the grocery store, picked up a package of pork chops and some bacon. I got back in my car, opened the packages of offending pork up and dumped them into the grocery bag. When I got back to the shop I marched into the owners office who had customers sitting at his desk and dumped the pork on his desk and said "fark you you stealin lyin bastard," turned, looked at the customers who were about to sign the paperwork on a car purchase and said "you're farkin nuts if you buy a car here," and walked out.

As I pulled out the lot the couple that were in the owner's office were walking out with determination, spotted me and waved, the woman mouthing the words "thank you."

So, does that qualify as a super-quit?


No, but it does qualify as super-racist.
 
2012-02-26 11:54:18 AM
McDonald's crew member.

Unless you mean literally shiatty, in which case, I had an odd job as a horse stall cleaner.
 
2012-02-26 11:56:02 AM
Not my own story. We hired a new guy this past year, the job had a 3 month probationary period. They can fire you in the 3-month probationary period for ANY reasons, logical or not.

I got to know him better than most in the office, as for some random reason we got assigned out on the road together more often than not.
His work was good.

But what he didn't know was that one of the managers in another division apart from ours, wanted to give his job to a different applicant, as a favor to the applicant's wife, who worked for that manager. That other applicant had already applied and been rejected twice for not passing the entrance tests.

Also, they had only tangential experience in the field they were applying for.

Anyhow, this manager kept butting into our sections' affairs, trying to fark this guy up for his 3-month review, any way she could. Dumb stuff, like sending conflicting orders and blaming him for deferring to the higher ranking authority was the main one. She had him called out on the carpet for it in front of all the mangers, and he was pretty much farked with 3 weeks left to go. Comes the end of the third month, they give him a bad review with veiled complaints about his "work ethic" and let him go, the whole escort you and your pathetic cardboard box out of here with the security guard" deal.

A day later, he ate a bullet. He'd had a hard life, was an ex-vet, and had built up this new job as the one that would turn everything around, because it was in the actual field he'd gone to school for.

Absolutely, this manager coont drove the guy to suicide. Now she's waiting for the heat to die down, before running the other man's application thru the system once again.


Management's reaction was to call us all in, read us a notice from the paper about the guy's death, and the head boss, who never came to the office, sent an all-hands email without any comment, only saying there was a stack of pamphlets in the break room about counseling, if we wanted one.

I was the only person from the organization who drove to the funeral, on personal time, I was not in management, and I had to field questions at the service from the family and friends about what led to the guy's death. From them I learned what a sad life the guy had had and just how much he had invested in this new job. You never know all that lies behind people's actions.
 
2012-02-26 11:56:36 AM
Back in 1990 I spent a summer working on a maxipad packing machine; I loaded pads on a conveyor belt for Proctor & Gamble.
 
2012-02-26 11:57:48 AM

No_he_didnt: lovethisthread.jpg


I was planning a nice long day of Skyrim, but this thread is too damn entertaining.

/makes me realize how lucky I've been in the job market
 
2012-02-26 12:02:40 PM
Around '92 or so I got hired on at a poultry plant scooping guts out of slaughtered turkeys. Ick. Didn't quit, though, it was just a temp thing to meet the increased demand for Christmas turkeys.

On the up side, I was there long enough to get my teeth cleaned and polished through their dental plan.
 
2012-02-26 12:05:10 PM

LoneWolf343: Unless you mean literally shiatty, in which case, I had an odd job as a horse stall cleaner.


I would like that job. Serious.

I love this thread. I've been thinking for a week about pulling a "superquit" at my present job, after a letter I got. I'm essentially on probation for something I didn't do. But nobody asked me, and some of the things mentioned I don't even know what they're talking about. It was a shiatty job when I took it, and if I hadn't been looking for another job for so long, I'd have quit months ago.

I don't have another job right now, and I'm broke, but I have some interviews coming up, and it will be a great day when I walk in and tell these assholes I'm done. It's going to be right at their busiest time of the year, too.
 
2012-02-26 12:09:36 PM

Chupacabra Sandwich: I used to put up illegal signs by the highway in the middle of the night. I got things thrown at me, yelled at and accused of robbing a taxi cab, among other things.


hay thanks for the TF!
 
2012-02-26 12:11:04 PM

nytmare: Pattuq: Marysue: I Said: Marysue

Paris Hilton is rich. Tesla died poor. Just sayin.

Guess which one you remind me of.

If you have something to say, why not get involved in the conversation instead of sitting back making smug one-line comments?

Marysue's hobby is to sit around all day trolling the entertaining story threads. You can see why he is unable to find someone who will hire him.


The Marisue Apartments were this pair of shoebox shaped, firetrap, ghetto apartment buildings owned by a very wealthy doctor in my hometown (he and his family lived right across the street from my family. Their house was really nice.) The apartments were run-down and squalid. The Marisue name came from his wife, Mary Sue.

I've always associated that name with douchitude. She may have been the nicest lady in the world, but her name was, and remains, upon a place of misery.
 
2012-02-26 12:13:07 PM

dragonfli:
In essence, despite being a "sales associate", I'm a supervisor running the entire store at night.


Sounds like my cousin. He worked at Delta Airlines, for what seemed like forever and was a 'Team Captian' (which is just a glorified call center agent), and does 95% of what a supervisor does, but does not get the pay, perks, and respect that goes along with it

And everybody wonders why he is always in a bad mood
 
2012-02-26 12:18:04 PM
I've never super quit, but back in college I was a Kelly Girl. Kelly Services is (was? I have no idea if they're still around) a temp agency, offering mostly reception, clerical and data entry work to young women (the Kelly Girls). I liked it because if you could type and file worth a damn, and you needed some quick cash but didn't want to take a permanent job, you could always call Kelly and they'd get you a 3- or 4-day job doing something easy and mindless like answering phones or filing. I used to do Kelly jobs over Spring Break, three-day weekends, or during times like Christmas and Thanksgiving when people go on vacation and no-one wants to work.

With all that in mind:

I worked a temp job for an attorney whose secretary/receptionist was his wife. She left for three days to be with her sister, who was having a baby. My second day on the job, I'm bending over a file cabinet drawer with my ass sticking out, and he walks over, grabs a handful, and murmurs, "I wanna pile drive that sweet ass into the carpet." I shriek and stand up, and he apologizes, "Oh, geez, I thought you were my wife." (Not likely -- she's tall and slender, I'm short and curvy.) I really needed the money so I didn't quit, but stuck it out for another couple of days, all the while being so jumpy and nervous that I got very little done. As I was leaving on my last day, the attorney slipped me a hundred-dollar bill and said, "Not a word to Kelly or my wife, y'hear?"

I have lots more stories, but that one was the most egregious. Temps aren't accounted for much, so most of my stories are about people who figure I won't know any better if they try to get me to do their jobs, or people who try to pin blame on me for stuff that happened long before I even showed up. Something broke? Blame the temp. Files lost? Blame the temp. I didn't care as long as I was paid -- after all, it was only for a few days at most. Looking back, I now realize that most of the time, people took outrageous advantage of me. But I guess everyone is young and stupid once in his/her life. I'm glad those days are over.

Here in the Midwest, I've met loads of people who worked as teens detasseling corn. Now that's a shiatty job.
 
2012-02-26 12:18:18 PM

Dakai: I was a service writer/billing clerk for a car dealership owned by a Jewish family with a reputation for being underhanded and shady. The Service Manger come up to me one day and said to start billing more for service that wasn't performed. I protested and he told me to owner as he (the SM) didn't wanna hear my shiat.

I knew we were already screwing our customers and thought about it over lunch, deciding that I just wasn't going to go along, rather I was going to quit as a plan began to formulate in my mind.

After lunch I dashed over to the grocery store, picked up a package of pork chops and some bacon. I got back in my car, opened the packages of offending pork up and dumped them into the grocery bag. When I got back to the shop I marched into the owners office who had customers sitting at his desk and dumped the pork on his desk and said "fark you you stealin lyin bastard," turned, looked at the customers who were about to sign the paperwork on a car purchase and said "you're farkin nuts if you buy a car here," and walked out.

As I pulled out the lot the couple that were in the owner's office were walking out with determination, spotted me and waved, the woman mouthing the words "thank you."

So, does that qualify as a super-quit?


You sure showed those greedy hook-nosed kikes!

/kill yourself
 
2012-02-26 12:23:39 PM

quatchi: Worst job I ever had? Was a McDonaldland character for one day. Got into a fight with the dude playing Ronald McDonald and quit. It was surreal. I was being "The Professor". Anyone remember that guy? Argument had to do with me talking. "I'm the only one who talks!11!" screamed the clown. Still hate clowns.


LOL now that is funny.
 
2012-02-26 12:28:11 PM

meehaw: Working in a frozen foods distribution warehouse. It was balls cold (-28 in the big freezer), the hours were all double shifts, and the average I.Q. of workers was probably below "mentally challenged". I stayed for three weeks. It's the fastest I ever quit a job in my life by years.


At the same kind of place I worked for every third guy was selling hash, oil or pot. It helped.

Lost my taste for the stuff after i left. Go figure.
 
2012-02-26 12:28:17 PM

Krymson Tyde: Coffee Snob: Marysue: I Said: Marysue

Paris Hilton is rich. Tesla died poor. Just sayin.

Guess which one you remind me of.

Are you always a coont? Jesus Christ, ever farking comment I see you post just make me dislike you more and more you miserable twat.

I don't know if it's a character she plays on Fark or if she is as coonty in real life.

If she is really like that then it must be a truly miserable existence to be both her and anyone who has to interact with her.


THIS. Check out her profile...she's a doozy!
 
2012-02-26 12:29:20 PM
I was a database architect for a major direct marketing firm. We shared the second floor with one of the sales teams.

The list of things they did that annoyed us was monumental. The jargon they used drove me nuts. They didn't make a sale- they, "etched" (as in "etched it in stone."). They didn't call potential clients. They "rounded" them (etymology unknown). Every morning, they would have their rah-rah session, clapping hands, screaming slogans like "A NO is just a SALE waiting to HAPPEN!" and "Don't sell big- sell BIGGER!" and the like.

But the worst was the gong. There was this 2ft dia. Chinese gong by the wall with a big ass gong-ringing stick hanging from a peg nearby. Every time a sales puke made a sale (sorry- "etched" a sale), he would run up to the gong, pull the gong-ringing stick off the wall, yell out the amount of the sale, and WHANGGGGGG!!!!! on the gong. Then all the other sales pukes had to get up, throw their hands in their air and do spirit fingers while they spun in circles and cheered.

Imagine being deep into a tricky piece of database code, almost grasping the intricacies of a bug that had eluded you for weeks, and then hearing WHANNNNGGGGGG! followed by the sight/sound of three dozen grown men and women doing a Gospel hokey-pokey while screaming at the top of their lungs. It was more than a little disconcerting.

So the day the layoffs came, I was the first in line to be called to the office (having an alphabetically advantaged name isn't always fun and games). And as I toted my brown box of personal effects towards the exit, I stopped when I got to the gong. And then I took down the gong-ringing stick, yelled "THEY'RE LAYING ALL OF US OFF!!! PACK UP YOUR PERSONAL shiat!" and WHANGGGGGED that gong with a swing that would have made Babe Ruth nod approvingly. A few sales pukes got up and started to throw their hands up in the air tentatively, as if they weren't sure if they were SUPPOSED to do the made-a-sale dance or not. Most of them just looked at me, stunned, and then went back to "rounding" potential suckers.

And that's my "super quit" CSB
 
2012-02-26 12:30:12 PM

Errk: Not sure what a super quit is. But I once quit a job of 8 years on the spot after the boss pulled me in the office and told me that they were bringing in some guy from the outside for the job and promotion that I had been promised. I had heard wind of this and had already decided that I would quit. I handed my boss some paperwork I had been working on and said "see ya!" He looked stunned. I punched out and went home. It felt great!


I've been in nearly the same thing. Worked at a job for nearly 15 years from shiat work up to manager in a large OE shop. They had a 'friend of the family' in sales that wasn't selling jack because he liked to stand around with the owners sipping coffee and looking important... but he was still taking a draw on commission for his paycheck. He was into them around 50 thousand on commission draws with little sales in sight. Being a 'friend of the family,' they weren't going to can him, so they put him back in the shop, made him manager (he had no experience at all in that field) and made me assistant manager where I was supposed to teach him the ropes instead of taking care of my shop of 20-ish employees.

I told my new manager that I wanted my two weeks vacation in two weeks which was the required notice to take it. The day before I was to take it, he came and told me that 'management' has decided that I can only have one week instead of the two because I had so much work I needed to do (which was train this guy who was never back there and still standing around with the owners sipping his coffee.) I took my week and gave them my two weeks notice that I'm leaving the day I got back. At the end of the first week back, I told them that it turned out that I couldn't give them two weeks, but only one, because I have so much work I need to do that didn't involve being here. I spent that Friday loading my office and work equipment and tools into the back of a Uhaul truck.

That was fairly satisfying, but it was all worth while when I was offered the job back twice within the following year. A number of bigger customers had my home phone because I frequently unofficially worked evenings and weekends to make sure that our clients were well taken care of and that everything was going smoothly for them. Over the next 3 months or so, I got calls from them biatching me out because 'your shop has turned to complete shiat' and they were gonna have to find another place if things didn't improve. I simply told them that they essentially replaced me with one of their coffee buddies, and that they were on their own. They guy they hired quit 11 months after I left.

Haven't looked back at them since, but I do miss the dollar-for-dollar 401 matching and profit-sharing plans, though. They were good for around 30k a year alone. :/
 
2012-02-26 12:32:43 PM

violetvolume: Working at a Kaufmann's (before it became Macy's) when I was 19 was, literally, the shiattiest job I've ever had.

Aside from the usual sucks of working at a department store-- long hours on your feet, low pay, inconsiderate customers, being disciplined for not signing enough people up for the store credit card (that had an absurdly high interest rate for 2006), etc., this job had special issues all its own.

Working in the Juniors' department one day, an alarmed and green-looking customer reported that there had been an "incident" in the dressing room, and it wasn't her, but I should go look. She pointed me down the row of dressing stalls and bolted. In the second-to-last stall, someone had taken a dump. And I don't mean just a poo pile. I mean violent, splattering, bad-Indian-food diarrhea. On the carpet. On the walls. On the mirror. On some clothes. It. Was. Everywhere. I couldn't even with the smell. When I called my manager, she told me to clean it up. Thinking I had misheard her, I said "Clean it up? I'm wearing a dress! And heels!" I could hear her snapping her gum and she said "Well, you can't just leave it there." I asked her to call maintenance. "They're busy." Long story short I ended up cleaning human feces in a dress and heels and had to finish my shift.

Should have quit then, but I really needed the money and didn't have a steady summer job to go back to when I wasn't at school. A few weeks later, I was working in Lingerie. It had been raining for a few days and the ceilings were leaking. Instead of fixing the leaks, though, we'd just move the merchandise and put out a big garbage can or something to catch the dripping. I was standing at the desk sorting through the Bra Hurricane (which is where women try on bras and instead of putting them back on the hangers, throw them in a big pile in the cart underneath the "do not want" bar in the dressing room, so they all get hooked and tangled together) when suddenly, the plaster drop ...


This sounds very much like where I am currently working part time. Apparently the sickest women on the planet use our toilets, and the grossest men use our men's room. We are chronically understaffed on janitorial crew, because we do not HAVE a janitorial crew. The people who handle our freight also have to clean the bathrooms and vacuum the store. Except they do not get paid to do these things. Their pay is based on how quickly they unpack freight. There's virtually no motivation to clean the bathrooms.

So the last freight handler left at 5PM, and some man went and blew ass all over the men's room. He got it on walls, floor, door, under the front rim of the toilet, hell, he probably sprayed the ceiling. The only male in the whole building was the store manager. He was in there cleaning shiat in his (ill fitting) suit and (ugly) shoes, when a small child entered the restroom and began observing him.

God bless the child. He pointed out that he didn't EVER want to be a janitor . . . to the manager, in his suit, tie, and dress shoes. What's beautiful about this to me is that just a month or so prior, this same manager saw two glass shelves fall, pancaking each other and land on my feet. I had glass shavings in my pockets, in my shoes, all over me. My right foot was bruised and painful. He said nothing at all to me, even though we had been having a conversation when this happened. He just walked away and left me there covered in glass. About five minutes later, a coworker came over from fragrances and said, "I heard a crash. Are you okay?"
 
2012-02-26 12:34:21 PM

casual disregard: Trance750: CSB: Right out of high school, I answered an ad for a sales rep, saying you could set your own hours and make hundereds of dollars an hour

Being very young and niave, I went to inqure and we were to go from business to business selling novelty items

I asked what we should do if the sign said 'No solicitors' and the trainer just said 'Pretend you don't see it. The worst they can do is tell you to leave, and because you never know if a big sale is on the other side'

I did fairly well, and netted about $15 an hour... of course, we were always paid in cash, and we were not compensated for gasoline or other expenses, so that cut into our cash flow

He would load our cars down each day with merchendise that we were supposed that we could basically charge whatever we wanted, as long as what we charged didn't cut into the profits.

It was supposed to be a 50/50 deal. He would supply the products, we would then go and peddle them and we each got half.... the only thing is he would deduct (from our cut) things such as 'inventory fees' for the storage of what we didn't sell that day

I lasted about a month, and told him I was quitting and he called me into his office and told me that I owed him over $1,000 for merchendise that was never accounted for.

I told him I would go to the bank and be back in an hour

I never went back

That's the saddest thing about work IMO. The genuinely shady, probably illegal baiting of young people and scamming them out of money. It's almost like financial rape. I had a paper route for a real crappy local paper once, and my mother insisted on helping with the payment collection. I'm glad she did because I saw more than a few fellow deliverers standing in the office with blank faces and an empty wallet.


Which is why I never did a paper route. I don't mind delivering papers, but I am not going to be your collection agency, too.
 
2012-02-26 12:35:48 PM

RKade: Anyone out there want to hire a legally blind guy? You guys have had some hellish jobs and the two agencies I was forced into back in highschool (Dept. of Rehab. and PRIDE) both said I'm unhireable due to disability... after ten years of dicking me around.

I'm 28, severely disabled, and have never had a job. One thing I DO have in spades is a NEED, a THIRST to be useful since I've never goddamn been allowed to before.

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You could try skilcraft pens. They use nothing but blind employees to produce those little black click pens used by every government agency.
 
2012-02-26 12:35:48 PM

Trance750: casual disregard: Trance750: CSB: Right out of high school, I answered an ad for a sales rep, saying you could set your own hours and make hundereds of dollars an hour

Being very young and niave, I went to inqure and we were to go from business to business selling novelty items

I asked what we should do if the sign said 'No solicitors' and the trainer just said 'Pretend you don't see it. The worst they can do is tell you to leave, and because you never know if a big sale is on the other side'

I did fairly well, and netted about $15 an hour... of course, we were always paid in cash, and we were not compensated for gasoline or other expenses, so that cut into our cash flow

He would load our cars down each day with merchendise that we were supposed that we could basically charge whatever we wanted, as long as what we charged didn't cut into the profits.

It was supposed to be a 50/50 deal. He would supply the products, we would then go and peddle them and we each got half.... the only thing is he would deduct (from our cut) things such as 'inventory fees' for the storage of what we didn't sell that day

I lasted about a month, and told him I was quitting and he called me into his office and told me that I owed him over $1,000 for merchendise that was never accounted for.

I told him I would go to the bank and be back in an hour

I never went back

That's the saddest thing about work IMO. The genuinely shady, probably illegal baiting of young people and scamming them out of money. It's almost like financial rape. I had a paper route for a real crappy local paper once, and my mother insisted on helping with the payment collection. I'm glad she did because I saw more than a few fellow deliverers standing in the office with blank faces and an empty wallet.

Which is why I never did a paper route. I don't mind delivering papers, but I am not going to be your collection agency, too.


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2012-02-26 12:37:00 PM

MikeyFrigginK: InOmnibusCaritas: Verizon Wireless tech support call center. I 'super quit' by sending an email to everyone in the call center detailing exactly how much I hated the job and management.

Wonder if we worked for the same place. I worked at a third party call center that contracted for Verizon. They couldn't fire me because my customer satisfactions surveys were always the highest in our department but my talk time was awful because I actually spent time with customers resolving their problems instead of just transferring them. Because of that I was never eligible for a raise. I have never seen so many people that just looked straight up dead inside as I did at the call center.


Same third party thing here, but for T-Mobile. I'd never seen a more farked up employee reward system. Fix the problem, yeah yeah, that's good but HOW LONG WERE YOU ON THE PHONE?!? Customer was happy as shiat but you took TWELVE WHOLE MINUTES YOU JACKASS. I only survived because I was self-medicated.

Shiattiest job I ever had was working at a Krispy Kreme kiosk at a highway oasis (one of the Blagojevich ones in IL). The old people and their decaf, the farkers from Starbucks using out condiments because Starbucks never filled their own condiment table, the horny truckers and their BO and crap pick-up lines, but worse than any of that, just the demanding self-righteousness and sheer, unbridled gluttony of people. Disgusting, day in, day out, fat truckers, snotty kids, everyone just indulging themselves in the name of "What the heck, we're on the road, why not," and cramming their guts full of sloppy day old doughnuts. I know they were normal people, but I couldn't look at my customers and NOT see the people on the Axiom.

You may think I embellish, but I really can't explain the daily hell of running constantly from 8am-ish till after noon. Alone. With no breaks. Doing nothing but selling farking doughnuts and coffee - usually the same two types of doughnuts, as well.

Eventually I couldn't even smell doughnuts without getting nauseous. I still can't stomach them.
 
2012-02-26 12:40:01 PM
Worked in McDonalds for a while in high school back in the 80's, sucked pretty bad. However, it was a dream job compared to corn detassling in an Iowa cornfield in the summer. Did it for a while, thank god the family was going on vacation so I could quit. Nothing like getting up at 4, getting on a bus at the high school, and being driven to a corn field, which seemed to stretch for miles. Walking up and down the rows by yourself; muddy, hot, and freekin bugs everywhere. The. worst. job. ever.
 
2012-02-26 12:46:55 PM

basemetal: I never walked out on a job, was always professional and always gave proper notice. It's just the thing to do.


Used to think that too, but you are wrong. Worked at a firm where if you weren't in upper management, you weren't shiat. Our best landscape architect turned in 2 weeks notice, and was promptly escorted out of the office by security. 6 months later, I gave them 2 days notice, and told them I could be out in 5 minutes if that is the way they wanted to roll. They spent the next 2 days trying to talk me out of it - offered a 14% raise. I told them I'd consider it...

/didn't show or call on Monday
//didn't have replacement a job lined up
///fark them
////still happy with the decision :)
 
2012-02-26 12:49:44 PM

artofpeace: I typed out a response to this, then changed my mind and deleted it. And now that this thread is green I am super glad I had the good sense to not post. I hate it when random threads go green.


Takes a special kinda person to wait until the thread's gone green to biatch about a thread goin green. Just sayin'.
 
2012-02-26 12:52:33 PM

RufusLake: Super quit....
Worked at a large company in Vancouver. Had an sociopath for a manager. Very high turn over rate as a result of her behavior. 17 people out of 21 quit or were fired within a year. When it was my time to be harassed, threatened etc., I played it cool and smart. I kept hundreds of emails, notes, comments to others and myself, got a lawyer and waited.
One day she accused me of stealing $60 from petty cash in front of several other employees. (As part of my job, I regularly dealt with hundreds of thousands of dollars and could have embezzled tons without anyone knowing....). I told her to go fark herself.
She fired me on the spot...and threatened to hit me.

A copy of all my "evidence" was forwarded by my lawyer to head office along with affidavits from my coworkers.

3 days later I was handed a check for $10 000 and she was out of a job.


This is how I won my Constructive Dismissal case. Keep copies of everything. Emails, memos, rotas, figures, I had a years worth of everything. Every time I saw something interesting I'd forward it to my personal email, print it out or copy it to a memory stick.
When the case started I also made disclosure requests for reports showing how many times I cashed up, booked stock in etc, making it very clear to them I knew how to prove they were lying and that's I'd drag it all out in court.

Now that I add it up I have had to get lawyers involved with employers on four occasions in my career. I won every time.
 
2012-02-26 12:53:09 PM
ITT: Lots of people overstating their importance and competence at a certain job.

Also ITT: Lots of people lying about how they "super quit."
 
2012-02-26 12:53:14 PM
best super quit I've seen was the trainee who started at 7 a.m., went to lunch and never came back.
 
2012-02-26 12:53:21 PM
I have worked in fast food, in retail, at a garbage company, and even waitressed the overnight shift at a diner. But, by far, the worst job I had was substitute teaching. You're powerless enough as a regular teacher, with any little misstep costing you your career. Nobody's got your back as a sub. You're a glorified babysitter & the class knows it. Best you can do is keep them entertained and relatively quiet for 45 minutes until the next crop comes in. It's like an 8hour stage-play, where you're "on" the entire time.

Suckiest
Job
Evar.
 
2012-02-26 12:54:17 PM

Wretched: basemetal: I never walked out on a job, was always professional and always gave proper notice. It's just the thing to do.

Used to think that too, but you are wrong. Worked at a firm where if you weren't in upper management, you weren't shiat. Our best landscape architect turned in 2 weeks notice, and was promptly escorted out of the office by security. 6 months later, I gave them 2 days notice, and told them I could be out in 5 minutes if that is the way they wanted to roll. They spent the next 2 days trying to talk me out of it - offered a 14% raise. I told them I'd consider it...

/didn't show or call on Monday
//didn't have replacement a job lined up
///fark them
////still happy with the decision :)


Karma is a wonderful thing.
 
2012-02-26 12:58:49 PM
Worked at a Shell gas station, bleached my hair blond to be a Halloween Beavis. I'm a dude and the manager didn't like it. I slowly was taken off the schedule. One day I'm getting drunk with my now wife and cousin around noon. We roll into said gas station and I proceed to buy a sixer. The employee working the register knows I'm 21 but cards me anyway. I tell her she is a coont right after the transaction and walk out.

The manager walks out and asks me what the hell I'm doing in front of 3 district managers who happen to be there that day for an unknown reason. I proceed to whip my penis out of my shorts and say "you know what Don, you can suck my farking dick" and wave it around quite a bit. Keep in mind this station was the highest volume of gas sold in a month at the time with 500,000 gallons per so it was a pretty busy place. Old Don is none too thrilled and my cousin is telling me its time to go before I get arrested. Don steams for a bit and reality gets the better of me and we leave. Minus my job.

\CSB
 
2012-02-26 12:59:05 PM

Wretched: basemetal: I never walked out on a job, was always professional and always gave proper notice. It's just the thing to do.

Used to think that too, but you are wrong. Worked at a firm where if you weren't in upper management, you weren't shiat. Our best landscape architect turned in 2 weeks notice, and was promptly escorted out of the office by security. 6 months later, I gave them 2 days notice, and told them I could be out in 5 minutes if that is the way they wanted to roll. They spent the next 2 days trying to talk me out of it - offered a 14% raise. I told them I'd consider it...

/didn't show or call on Monday
//didn't have replacement a job lined up
///fark them
////still happy with the decision :)


I work at bank and while I've seen people be escorted out immediately after giving notice, it's not the norm. They'll still pay you for the two weeks but sometimes the risk is deemed too big to let people stick around.

Doesn't seem like that would apply in your business though.
 
2012-02-26 12:59:48 PM
Working at a roadside produce stand off route 70, a place called Red Top. Those people were idiots.

I worked freelance for this fat Texan. He would decide that in the middle of a booked week that I should go home because he wouldn't get client comments back for a few days (basically saying I wouldn't get paid for those days, not cool) Then they didn't tell me they were closed for MILK day and I stood outside for an hour and a half waiting. I left and went to work for another company. Meeting with the Texan later, he tried to bully me since I skipped on his job. I looked at him and said "That company have employed me for years, paid me a ton of money, I like them and the work they do. You've canceled days of work you scheduled, been disrespectful of my time and you smoke in the office. Not cool. I am sure you will understand why I don't mind burning this bridge." Stunned silence, I got up and walked out.
 
2012-02-26 01:01:24 PM
I think the job I quit the fastest was working for a for-profit business school as a "presenter," where you would go to high schools and give memorized speeches to bored juniors and seniors about the school. I went through the training, which was a few months, and actually thought I'd kind of like it. It paid extremely well, but I found out why-- getting up at the balls-crack of dawn to drive 80 miles into the country to be sneered at by bratty cosmetology students who made snide comments about my hair and having to wear a matched suit and pantyhose and give the same speech eight times in a row and getting yelled at by managers if not enough kids filled out contact cards. When the actual job began, I cried every single day. I lasted three weeks. Some people have been working at that job for YEARS and make fat stacks of cash doing it, but I am just not a salesperson.
 
2012-02-26 01:02:00 PM

crazyone33: Worked in McDonalds for a while in high school back in the 80's, sucked pretty bad. However, it was a dream job compared to corn detassling in an Iowa cornfield in the summer. Did it for a while, thank god the family was going on vacation so I could quit. Nothing like getting up at 4, getting on a bus at the high school, and being driven to a corn field, which seemed to stretch for miles. Walking up and down the rows by yourself; muddy, hot, and freekin bugs everywhere. The. worst. job. ever.


yeah, I did McDs in highshcool for much the same reason, living in a small town in Iowa there aren't that many options. Since then I have done food service in college dining hall for 8 semesters, 3 summers of building aluminum horse trailers, and 6yrs of working in the wine and spirits dept of a grocery store, I can say that despite the occasional shiatty co-worker none of them have ever been really horrible jobs and have left each one on good terms
 
2012-02-26 01:07:29 PM
1986, Jack-in-the-Box: San Fernando Valley area (Burbank), staggered shifts (sometimes with only a two-hour break between eight-hour shifts), hostile drug-addict co-workers and customers, whores off the street buying a single burger as their only meal, 4.25/hr and I was white and could speak English so there was no way to hide in the kitchen w/ the Mexicanos. Had people begging to work in the kitchen to get away from the customers and cash registers. Made it three days and walked out in a middle of night shift. Left the Mexicanos stranded til the next morning. Went to sleep that night listening to horns blaring in the drive-though (lived close by). Never heard from them again.

1991, Nameless HVAC Company: Phoenix, 6.25/hr, no OT pay, bastard for a boss and tearing ass all over Maricopa county, 115 degree heat on metal roofs. Made it 6 weeks and just stopped reporting in. Never heard from them again.

2010, Kelly Services Apple Tier 1: 9.00/hr, non-stop incoming calls from histrionic biatches, had to acquire expert-level training in Apple products (CPU) in a month. Never made it out of nesting. Quit via IM, never heard from them again.
 
2012-02-26 01:08:04 PM

Summer Glau's Love Slave: McDonalds. I kinda super quit because the Fat Broad (you'd have to know her) threw up in the french fry vat, and then my manager told me to clean it up. One "Hell NO" later, and I'm out the door.

/I literally could not believe the smell.


Clean it out? Did nobody tell the manager that it how you make the nuggets?
 
2012-02-26 01:10:19 PM

xxdangerbobxx: At what point do you think it may be you who has the problem after so many stories?


Nice to see the "you're probably the problem" people have made their appearances. It really IS possible that you can work for a bunch of sad, power tripping jerks and it's not your fault they treat you like crap. Go find some rape victims to blame while you're at it why don't you.
 
2012-02-26 01:10:56 PM

Any Pie Left: Not my own story. We hired a new guy this past year, the job had a 3 month probationary period. They can fire you in the 3-month probationary period for ANY reasons, logical or not.

I got to know him better than most in the office, as for some random reason we got assigned out on the road together more often than not.
His work was good.

But what he didn't know was that one of the managers in another division apart from ours, wanted to give his job to a different applicant, as a favor to the applicant's wife, who worked for that manager. That other applicant had already applied and been rejected twice for not passing the entrance tests.

Also, they had only tangential experience in the field they were applying for.

Anyhow, this manager kept butting into our sections' affairs, trying to fark this guy up for his 3-month review, any way she could. Dumb stuff, like sending conflicting orders and blaming him for deferring to the higher ranking authority was the main one. She had him called out on the carpet for it in front of all the mangers, and he was pretty much farked with 3 weeks left to go. Comes the end of the third month, they give him a bad review with veiled complaints about his "work ethic" and let him go, the whole escort you and your pathetic cardboard box out of here with the security guard" deal.

A day later, he ate a bullet. He'd had a hard life, was an ex-vet, and had built up this new job as the one that would turn everything around, because it was in the actual field he'd gone to school for.

Absolutely, this manager coont drove the guy to suicide. Now she's waiting for the heat to die down, before running the other man's application thru the system once again.


Management's reaction was to call us all in, read us a notice from the paper about the guy's death, and the head boss, who never came to the office, sent an all-hands email without any comment, only saying there was a stack of pamphlets in the break room about counseling, if we wanted ...


Of all the comments on this thread (and I did not post mine) All I can say is that you are a good person.

Take that as you will but that's the best compliment I can give.
 
2012-02-26 01:12:45 PM

Marysue:


Because I'm not a sociopath.
 
2012-02-26 01:14:22 PM
shiattiest job I ever had was when I was 13. My first real job. Worked in a nursery...in a hot house all day tending and picking flowers. Besides being hot and humid, the chemicals and fertilizer in the soil stunk and the stink would stay in your nose, even on your days off. Or sometimes I'd work in the warehouse cutting and packing the flowers and freezing my ass off in the walk-in, stacking the boxes of flowers.

But the hardest thing about that job, was knowing that I was only getting paid $1.25/hour, while the illegals I was working side-by-side with were getting paid $5/hour.

That said, I was grateful to have that job as a 13 year old. It helped me buy my first drum set.
 
2012-02-26 01:16:31 PM
I worked the morning shift in a college cafeteria, which was pretty awful. I spent an entire shift cracking eggs, another peeling carrots. Not nearly as grueling as some of the other jobs mentioned here, but absolutely mindless.

The worst part was loading the milk machines - a five gallon bag of milk weighs about fifty pounds - the weight wasn't actually the problem, but it didn't help. The problem was that this was a slippery plastic bag filled with *liquid* - the damn thing was impossible to hold on to, like those little water-tube toys that slide out of your hand. Plus, the bag had a nozzle that attached to the spigot on the machine, meaning that not only did you have to shove the thing into the machine, but you also had to man-handle it in in such a way that the nozzle was in the right spot.

When the semester ended, I just didn't go back.
 
2012-02-26 01:18:46 PM
Paperboy for the Omaha Weird Harold and Lincoln Urinal-Star. I was 12 and my first winter delivering, we had 3' of snow following a storm. Somehow the truck made it through and I had to deliver them on time. At least school had been called off. The worst part was collecting. I'd go make my rounds once a week. Sometimes people would pretend not to be home. A few times I interrupted some afternoon delight. A few people would get upset when their bills ran up four weeks. Never mind they were stiffing me that long. Years after I stopped that job, some of my former customers would tell me how much they missed me. I guess my replacements wouldn't put the paper between the front door and screen door. I guess the little things do matter sometimes.

The other was detasseling corn. In the summer. The leaves would cut your forearms if you didn't wear sleeves. Then the pollen would work its way in the cuts. It would itch like a mofo. The center pivots would sometimes start while we were in the fields. The supervisor was a dick. Sometimes people would run ahead in your row and take a dump.
 
2012-02-26 01:20:23 PM
Mc Donalds, I got really loud and yelled at the dumbass assistant manager/owners daughter when they scheduled less people than normal for the busiest day of the year and refused to call in help. During a Jaycee basketball tournament is not a good day to do such things. I threw some stuff around doing my job and she complained about my noisiness so I went ballistic then walked out.
 
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