"IT'S NOT JUST A JOB......IT'S A PAIN IN THE ASS"

[GuyJD]

Okay guys, think long and think hard. I know we've all had at least one job that we can look back on now and think about how stupid it was or how much we hate it now or even then. Granted, we may not all be lucky to hold a job that pays well or one that we enjoy going to on a daily basis. But the fact is, there is that one job that we can kick ourselves in the ass for accepting. Unfortunately, in my case, there were 3 last year alone......
1) I worked for one day at a furniture store as a delivery guy. Apparently, someone was fired or resigned because the manager called me at a last minute notice the day after submitting my application. I thought that it was a ligitimate job. It turned out to be a temp job that had me work long hours for almost minimal wage.
2) Shortly after the first, I answered an ad in the newspaper. With 14 years warehouse experience under my belt, I figured that this was a perfect job. So I show up in shirt & tie for the interview. Turned out to be a "fly by night" sales company looking for assholes to sell 99 cents items from door to door for $5-$10. Our trainer tried to convince us (the trainees) that he made as much as $400 a week in commission from that job. (Yeah, right) I kept that job for 2 days. The car that I borrowed could not take going from city to city and I wasn't getting a paycheck for it nor was the company paying for gas or wear & tear of the vehicle.
3) Lastly and the longest held last year....I worked at the factory that bakes the Wonder breads that you are probably nibbling on as you read this. What can I say? The hours were sometimes long but the pay was more than I ever made in my life. But no, I didn't quit the job. The job quit me. Their reason given was that I was 10 minutes late. That is, one minute late 10 times during the month of my employment. Sweet, huh? But the unproven truth was that I was not Mexican. 95% of the factory was that of Mexicans; most of which were non-English speaking. Being a Southerner of Creole color, the foremen could not tell what nationality I was. After they figured it out, they claimed that I couldn't "cut it".

 

[lala]

ooh a chance to tell my story,...

i have to say i should've known,... when i didn't have to sign anything when i got hired. when i accepted a job in a place where i would be alone,... all shift. i should've known when the only other employee told me not to touch something- that should've been working. when she told me she mopped the floor by hand, there was no mop. i should've known when the phrase "it always does that" was said more than twice. when she showed me where to hide the money- from the boss. when she said "don't bother, the register doesn't close" when she called the owner a spaz. when the owner was impressed that i served customers. when something broke, and i got blamed.

that's not the only one, but i have to say, i should've known,...

 

[forgetunome]

I think I've got a winner!

Well, it was 20 years ago, I was 19 still living with my parents (no that wasn't the icky job ) my parents were retired and decided they wanted to move to Canada from Arkansas. So we immigrated to Brandon Manitoba Canada. My mother had asked the immigration officer if they could move up prior to the completion of immigration and he said sure why not since you both are retired go ahead. Well....we moved up and Canadian government moves about like the U.S. government things didn't go as quickly or as smoothly as planned so therefore, I couldn't get a job until my immigration was complete. And since the mail was yet to be straightened out my parents weren't getting there pension checks we needed money.

I won't go into detail but, I found a job if you can call it that. I worked for an Austrian fellow who had just come over from Austria and bought a motel. I thought he took pity on me and felt compassion for my situation. I was grateful and then the job started. I thought I was hired to clean the rooms but, that was not what he had in mind! He got rid of all the help and I was it! I cleaned the rooms, I did the laundry, He also had a little restaurant there that just served dinner. So while I was doing laundry I would run up the stairs and start the roast and things that I could do ahead of time. I was the front desk clerk. I was the accountant. I was also night manager. He took out all of the phones in all the rooms so now I was the messenger. When I had things fixed for supper time we opened and I was chief cook, waitress, and bottle washer. I would then make a list that evening of what supplies needed to be replaced. And he was big hearted and shopped for those items! If anyone rang the bell at night like 3:00 a.m. I got to answer the door and help them even if it meant selling them cigarettes. And I did all of this when the weather was 40 below zero. There was a 4 month period that I didn't leave those grounds for even 1 hour. I was there 24/7. It was a 20 room motel. I know not big, thank God, but, when you are running it alone trust me it's a huge job. I couldn't complain to anyone because it wasn't legal for me to work yet I would be in trouble and he knew that! So you ask how much did I get paid? The highest check or cash rather that he ever gave me was $40.00 for one week. It was usually around $25.00 to $30.00.

Needless to say when our papers were finally finalized I told him where he could shove his job and went to work for Safeway! But, I definitely know what it's like to work for not much. And yes I have never topped that one and hope I never will!

 

[KillerMuffin]

Minimum Wage Administrative Assistant for a micromanaging paranoid FREAK. I had a migraine for 8 months, thats how long it took me to find a better job. I hate small towns sometimes.

 

[teresafannin]

Major embarrrassing job-working in the concession stand at a professional wrestling arena. This was back in the 70's, it was still fake, but not anywhere near the theatrics they show now. It was a horrible job, all of the wrestlers tried to pick us up. I was only in high school & never got my ass pinched as much as I did at that job. I only lasted about 6 months, then went to work at Burger King, but that is a whole different story.

 

[Whispersecret]

My very first job was working in a podiatrist's office. Picture the tray littered with toenail clippings, dead skin, and other unidentifiable detrius from someone's feet. I had to clean up the rooms after the patient left. I still wonder, "WHy didn't I just work at McDonalds?"

 

[Never]

I've only had three jobs..
I've liked the one I left and am enjoying the two I'm at.

Really, I take a bit of pride in my work even if it is a basic service job. I think people will always get out of their job what they put into it. I've never had an employer treat me unfairly and I've only had one or two customers act in a disrespectful manner.

Even a job not worth doing is worth doing well.

 

[BrainyBeauty]

That's a vivid mental picture

Whisperwoman......

I guess you don't have a foot fetish then, huh?


hee hee

That has to be the grossest and funniest thing I have read on here. And, btw, you owe me $29.95 for a new keyboard to replace the one where I splattered coffee all over it this morning reading your post.

 

[CreamyLady]

A major L.A. law firm. One attorney started screaming at me when he left his office -- down the corridor to my right, and around a corner -- past my cube, and one down the hall at a full gallop. I had to get my pad and start running as he rounded the corner, shouting questions after him in a race to the other end of the corridor.

He screamed when he was happy; he screamed when he was angry; he screamed just because he could. Also, he said it made him laugh to see me get red faced and puffing, trying to keep up. Bastard.

There were two others that I worked for in that firm. One would always leave key information out of any task he gave me; I was always questioning him, rather like the Inquisition, to make sure that nothing vital was omitted before I started the project. He had no confidence in me; knew that I would fail; and therefore made sure that I would and it wouldn't be HIS fault. Prick.

Finally, there was the attorney whose desk was an absolute disaster area. His peculiarity was to spend his life on the phone -- on speaker -- and go looking for a piece of paper in that mess. He could never find it. Then he'd scream for me, telling me to find it. I'd ask him which pile he'd put in and he'd throw the entire contents on the floor, screaming at me to pick it up, that I was a stupid cow, worthless, useless, etc.

When I left that job my doctor and therapist both told me I was exhibiting all the symptoms of a battered woman.

I haven't been able to work in law since, either.

 

[CW]

Back about thirty years ago, I was a struggling college student,,, I had worked construction most of my teenaged years and was fairly skilled at it,,, alas, there just wasn't a construction job to be had for a hippie type dude.

So, one day while in class, a fellow student asked me if I'd consider working for her dad,,,pay was good, a place to live and three squares a day rent free was provided, (in fact using the living quarters was mandatory to the job ),,, see, her dad operated a funeral home, and was looking for someone that dressed up well and was fairly strong.

Being really, really desperate,,, I accepted the job,,, the first two months were okay, stayed in the funeral home at night ( living quarters were in back ) and helped with several funerals,,, and I'm thinking no big deal,,, then the flit hit the shan,,, we got a call out to the state pen to pick up a body from an execution,,, arrrrghhh,,, what a nasty nasty nasty experience,,, I quit the next day.

Never got paid either,,, that guy was great on promises and short on delivery.