Mine was probably my first job at McD's. The actual job wasn't too bad but the managers made it unbearable at times. It made me start thinking that the key to having a job that I like has little to do with how difficult the job is and has a lot to do with whether the environment is a friendly or hostile one.
I distinctly remember times when I worked in a hostile environment. I remember feeling sick to my stomach each day as I got ready for work because of the anxiety. Maybe there are people out there that have thick enough skin to work in a hostile environment but I'm definitely not one of them.
I recently started actively job searching and I have been getting a lot of calls from insurance companies, trying to get me to sell insurance for them. Ironically, the most persistent company was Aflac. If they call again, I'll tell them that I'm not interested in selling insurance but I heard there is a new opening for the duck voice.
If I took a job with one of those insurance companies, I'm pretty sure that it would rank higher than McD's as my worst job ever. I get sick to my stomach just thinking about making cold calls and knocking on doors that aren't expecting me. I know how I react when a solicitor knocks on my door.
So anyways, I'm interested in hearing what your worst job ever was and I'm interested in hearing from anyone that knows what it is like to be an insurance salesman.
To be honest, most of the jobs I have had were awesome. I somehow luck into the coolest jobs. I have a feeling it's going to catch up with me one day, and I'll be stuck in the job from hell... but not yet.
Of course, I still had a bad job or two in my history. One that stands out was working at a beer and beverage store when I was in my mid-teens. It involved a ton of heavy moving, which in the hot summer sun was brutal. I shed a pound of sweat every day... you know when you're sweating so much that it gets in your eyes and burns? Yeah, that.
I worked at a kid's play place where most of our stuff was bought from liquidation sales from Discovery Zone when it went out of business. Parents would think it was a daycare and leave their kids, and I had to run birthday parties with a bunch of screaming and violent kids with parents that refused to discipline them (and looked at me like it was my fault their kid was a sociopath). To be fair, I had a lot of great kids come through, too. Parents also were disgusting there - I would find used diapers everywhere, and once had a poop streak going 200 feet from one end of the 'warehouse'-style building to the restrooms on the other.
I worked for Kohls in Customer Service, where I had to accept returns for used bathing suits and was screamed at by old ladies because they didn't have their receipt and were only going to get a $1.50 back for their socks rather than $2.00.
I worked at a sign shop (a place that made those sandblasted wooden signs, not one of the cheapo signs in a day places) where my boss only hired me while her buddy was on deployment and then tried to get me fired by setting me up to waste materials once her buddy came back. She also spent most of her time telling us about how if it weren't for her kids she would have left her husband years ago, how she was going to get breast implants, and talking on the phone to her boyfriend. Luckily, I stayed, while she was fired after it was discovered she was pocketing the cash of all the customers who paid in cash. After she left, it was a great job (My boss was one of Peter Laird's high school friends), until he had a breakdown and I had to leave because you didn't know if he would praise you or scream at you for any given thing.
After that I worked at a Sign-A-Rama (one of the cheapo signs in a day places), where the owner expected that a graphic designer's job description included picking dead birds off of the stoop (it didn't), dismantling shipping crates with nothing but a hand screwdriver and a hammer on the hot city streets, and basically doing the job of 2-3 people on a half to full time basis, while in school. She was also a neat freak who would often clean up materials I was using before I was done using them, doubling the time it often took to complete projects, couldn't comprehend that printing process are never exact, and that the same printer can output two different shades of gray (and that it wasn't my fault), and she would often schedule nail appointments in the middle of some of our busiest work days - all the while claiming she was hugely successful as a property manager (to which I responded - 'why didn't you stay a property manager then?'). The only other employee, her niece, was nice but could barely do any of the work and was just as miserable. Quitting that job was one of the most satisfying experiences in my life.
THEN I worked for a private ambulance company, which was awesome except that it was really just a laundering front and medicaid scam (which I didn't know at the time) for the son of a Russian Mobster (which I did know at the time). I was the only white guy, and they all apparently thought I was Jewish (and best friends with the only other white guy who was hired while I was there, who was actually Jewish) and made a lot of anti-semetic jokes, until they found out I was actually Italian and were a little scared I was 'connected' instead. I still talk to some of those people, because they are ridiculously entertaining, but their life stories are different issue (the line "Moh-REESE don't cuddle with no siiiiiide-girls" will live in infamy). The place stank of nepotism and fraud, so I quit before my own EMS license was associated with them (I also didn't lie on any of the reports). Shortly after I left they lost their certification (meaning they didn't pass basic minimum equipment/safety checks) and operated an illegal wheelchair van until they got their certification back, at which point a disgruntled employee (of which we all were, but this wasn't me) called the medicaid fraud tipline.
If you want clarification/expansion on any of these, let me know. I tried to keep them as short as possible while conveying the true suckiness of some of these jobs. I will admit the Ambulance job was a ton of fun, partly because it was so ghetto (you haven't lived until you've driven an ambulance with little to no brakes down a frozen city street, fishtailing the whole way).
*Edit: I currently work as an emergency manager for a government agency. Best job ever.
Man, my worst job was my first job. I worked at a small outdoors furniture manufacturing plant. We made pine and cedar lawn chairs, tables, swings, arbors and other similar items. The job starting out with my running the furnace. This was basically going through the whole plant, getting all the wood scraps in barrels and then shoveling them into a large furnace that heated the drying room. That it powered the drying room for the other wood made it so I had to follow a very tight schedule for putting wood in but I was also in charge of patrolling the warehouse and chipping wood that they didn't burn for selling. It was the middle of December when I started to I was regularly going from sweating heavily in the furnace room to the freezing cold warehouse to the middling-to-cold factory. It's also worth noting that shoveling large amounts of sawdust into a huge furnace is a good way to get the sawdust to combust mid-air and blow back towards your face.
I ended up catching the flu, partially due to my weakened immune system so they pulled me off furnace duty onto the main floor. This would seem like an improvement, and it was in some ways but it was also worse in others. My jobs including running a large peeler that peeled the bark from twelve foot+ logs and running a multitude of sanders. The sanders were always the worse even though the peeler was far more physically demanding. See, the ventilation was very poor in the factory and even though I wore masks, the very fine wood dust still found its way into my nose and mouth, not to mention deep into my clothes and hair. Despite taking a shower everyday after work I could still sometimes shake wood dust out of my hair. This was nothing compared to the sinus problems, though. I would blow my nose for a good 5 minutes after work, getting huge amounts of dark brown snot out each time from the massive amount of wood dust. On top of that, I started to wake up in the middle of the day (third shift) with my nose completely shut. I also had chronic sinus infections.
Besides the physical problems, the job was just terrible. We worked ten hour days with two ten-minute breaks and a twenty minute lunch. Also, the temps never got to stick on a job and instead would work one before lunch and one after to the point that you might be on 4-8 different jobs a week on a semi-rotating basis which makes it very hard to get quota when you can't get a job down pat. I ended up being let go along with several others just before our 90 days were up to get hired in due to "quota problems". I'm currently unemployed but I wouldn't take that job if it was offered to me again.
Despite taking a shower everyday after work I could still sometimes shake wood dust out of my hair. This was nothing compared to the sinus problems, though. I would blow my nose for a good 5 minutes after work, getting huge amounts of dark brown snot out each time from the massive amount of wood dust. On top of that, I started to wake up in the middle of the day (third shift) with my nose completely shut. I also had chronic sinus infections.
I understand that - at the Wooden Sign Shop it was similar, although not nearly as bad (although we had paint fumes to deal with, too).
I understand that - at the Wooden Sign Shop it was similar, although not nearly as bad (although we had paint fumes to deal with, too).
Oh man, that's rough. Luckily for me the painting/lacquering was done on first shift so I didn't really have to smell it unless I was working on assembly and then I didn't have the sawdust to deal with as much.
Oh man, that's rough. Luckily for me the painting/lacquering was done on first shift so I didn't really have to smell it unless I was working on assembly and then I didn't have the sawdust to deal with as much.
One of the funniest moments was when they neglected to inform me the green paint I was using was oil-based instead of acrylic, and I proceeded to wash it all up and down my arms before I figured it out. I looked like I was hulking out. They took a picture and posted it above the sink with the caption 'don't be this guy, check your paint'.
My worst job was being a dishwasher. I had to get cheese and creme brulee out of dishes, and sometimes I would get cuts all over my hands from cleaning the vents once in a while. Not only that, but afterwards I would get Comet and bleach in those cuts. Sometimes I also had to cut onions.
Panera Bread, I worked there for a little while. I hated the job for a few reasons:
1. When I interviewed we discussed what I was going to get paid. $9 an hour MINIMUM freaking pay (I had rent and other bills to pay and needed at least that to make ends meet) and they agreed.
The first two weeks I get a really small check and look at how much I'm making an hour.... $7.
I tell manager hey, this isn't what was agreed upon - He says, oh must have been a mistake.
Two more pay checks and it still wasn't fixed (main reason I quit).
2. Being bossed around by snotty little privileged teenage girls to sweep a single bread crumb that was under a table leg (yes, she lifted the table leg to point out ONE STUPID BREAD CRUMB!) wasn't my idea of a good time.
The only other really crappy job I had was through a temp agency. I worked at a wood finishing factory 10 hours a day Monday-Friday. Money was pretty nice, however the job was not.
All I did was get a bundle of finished siding or whatever it was - set up a sanding machine and put one plank on at a time end to end, for 10 hours, 5 days a week.
I didn't quit that job, instead I got sick with bronchitis - even had a doctor's note, to which they said - well we don't need you then and was let go. That was after I had worked there for almost a year, perfect attendance and no problems.
Needless to say, I'm glad I'm not working as a temp anymore (though I had plenty of other jobs through that agency that were just fine, I think my favorite was working at the graveyard).
Most of my jobs were decnt to very good jobs. I worked for my cousin in landscaping summers and after school in high school. In college I worked retail to make ends meet. After college I was a numbers cruncher for a well know pharmacutical company. The corprate world was getting to me so I decided in a career change, an electrician. So the day I got the letter I was accepted into the electricians school/apprenticeship, I walked into HR at the pharmacutical company and gave my notice. At the end of the day they came and gave me my walking papers with a weeks pay. Well I had 4 weeks before I started school so I went to a temp agency. They put me in a metal shop making big industrial ovens and refer units. It was terrible. It was hot, loud, dirty, the guys there were rude and yelled alot, and the cuts, oh my sharp metal just shreds you. It was the worst 3 weeks of my life.
Probably either of the office jobs I had doing clerical work. I realize that for some a job of that sort would be a godsend. As for me, sitting at a cubicle-enclosed desk doing mindless data entry is hell.
That said, I've had it relatively good as far as jobs go.
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The worst job I have ever had was actually the best job I ever had as well. I use to sell motorcycles. It's was stressful and competitive, and I was they only person that ever did anything. I use to clean the whole showroom, bikes and all, as well as sold the bikes and did the financing/signing end as well. My sales manager was lazy, arrogant, and very disrespectful and most of the other employees were worthless. But, I made an ungodly amount of money and it was enough to allowed me to buy 2 houses in the 5 years I worked there (still have both).
So while it was the worst job I ever had, it was also the best, and it paved the way for me not having to work for the last few years. The shop eventually closed due to poor business practices at bad times. We were told on 12/23/08 that we no longer had jobs, merry frikn' Xmas.
I had an annoying boss, so I wrote down everything he used to tell people with the date, time, and person around. Gave it to the owners and said "You have a liability issue." So the owners talked to some of us. Poof, new manager after that. I talked to one of the owners before I quit, and she was like "by the way, thanks for telling us. After we fired that jackass, our profits went up."
And this is why I always make it a habit to make sure subordinates know they're appreciated. My drones are happy and content and most importantly productive, I keep my job. It's just that simple.
Photographer for a marathon. We had to wake up at an ungodly hour of 3 am, be at the event by 4:30, go to our designated spots at 5, spend 6 hours shooting anyone passing by. The problem with that is by the time the sun rises, it gets intensely hot where the marathons are usually held. End of the day, you hand your memory card and get paid less than a hundred dollars. The only thing great about that job was the crew and the guy who led the pack were extremely friendly.
I've been pretty lucky so far I guess, and I've only worked for two companies so far.
First was Subway, which was bad, but not terrible, most of the problems stemmed from the lousy low-lives the manager liked to hire.
The other was really 6 different positions at a local grocery store. Cashiering is something I never want to do again. It's monotonous as hell, you stay in the same place for hours at a time, and have to deal with the worst people. I say they are also among the most stupid people around as they shop where I work rather than saving some money and going to any other grocery store within 5 miles of where I work. Seriously, I think the only people who shop at my store are morons, or people in a rush, and neither are fun to work with.
I now do day stocking, which is good, and I can't complain much about it, but damn it, people are incredibly lazy at doing the easiest and most simplest things. That's annoying.
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I've been pretty lucky so far I guess, and I've only worked for two companies so far.
First was Subway, which was bad, but not terrible, most of the problems stemmed from the lousy low-lives the manager liked to hire.
The other was really 6 different positions at a local grocery store. Cashiering is something I never want to do again. It's monotonous as hell, you stay in the same place for hours at a time, and have to deal with the worst people. I say they are also among the most stupid people around as they shop where I work rather than saving some money and going to any other grocery store within 5 miles of where I work. Seriously, I think the only people who shop at my store are morons, or people in a rush, and neither are fun to work with.
I now do day stocking, which is good, and I can't complain much about it, but damn it, people are incredibly lazy at doing the easiest and most simplest things. That's annoying.
I'm finally getting out of the grocery business after 14 years. A good part of that was cashiering. Let me assure you that the stupid customers are everywhere. The ones that probably get to me the most have special needs like putting the paper bag inside the plastic bag then being told where to put every single item inside the bag. Most of the time in this situation, the person is paying with food stamps. So not only do I have to bag your groceries in a special way, I also have to pay for them too. Thanks.
(Disclaimer: this isn't a knock against all people on food stamps. There are plenty of good people that have legitimate reasons for needing them.)
Every job I've had has sucked in some way. I just abhore the concept of working for someone else.
The only job I ever woke up and just dreaded going into was working in the retention department of a magazine publisher. Between the anal retentive scrips and legal mumbo jumbo combined with them changing the pay scale every 3 months it just sucked.
Any day at Wendy's where I had to work a 10-8 shift understaffed all day.
70+ hour weeks at the car lot.
2 wrecks in my car driving pizza.
Just a bunch of bull crap for a dollar bill.
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I dug ditches in the hot sun of the Mojave Desert 8 hours a day for about 2 weeks. It was terrible! I am so glad I teach Severe Autism in High School. It's much better!
Well, every job I've has sucked in one way or another, but the absolute worst was when I worked for Wal-Mart. Mainly just because I got passed up for promotion after promotion for apparently no reason. 5 years of busting my ass every night to be ☺☺☺☺ on. Hated it.
The worst job I've ever had was the one I made the least money at. (Kidding) It was working at a warehouse. Mostly because it was a "standing" job. (I.E. I wasn't allowed to sit...) but it was boring to boot.
I kind of lucked out in High School / College. Normally, people tend to hate customer service / cashiering / dealing with customer jobs. My first job was the movie theater, which boasted customary movie tickets and all the free candy I could steal. My second was a supermarket, but I got a lucky topdeck and got instantly transferred to the bakery department. Hardly any customers, no BS, manager was nice. The rest of the jobs after that were small businesses, so no customers really.
I'm also lucky because I currently have my "dream" job. =P
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I have one of the worst jobs ever. I work as a Tournament Organizer for the local comic book store. Some of my customers are rude and belligerent, and that doesn't even begin to describe the smell sometimes. No matter how much awesome product we give away, there's somebody always complaining. "When you going to get new promo cards in?" "Is that all you have?" "I paid fifteen dollars for this booster draft and I don't even get stuff?" Well, unfortunately, it's called a tournament, we're at the mercy of our overarching organization we deal with, and sometimes we get sold out right before the tournament of the new stuff.
People expect you to make perfect rulings, have issues is there's the slightest mistake in inputting a match result and you have to fix pairings, plus, at the end of the night, there's a mess to clean up. It doesn't matter than everyone's over the age of 20, people just can't seem to find the garbage can for their token sheets, pack wrappers, and pop cans.
The worst part of it? Donating your time every Friday night so that people can play and then hearing about it for a month when you take a night off so you can attend a concert with your wife or travel out of town. Oh, yeah, and nobody says thanks.
Man...toughest job I've had, ever.
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I have one of the worst jobs ever. I work as a Tournament Organizer for the local comic book store. Some of my customers are rude and belligerent, and that doesn't even begin to describe the smell sometimes. No matter how much awesome product we give away, there's somebody always complaining. "When you going to get new promo cards in?" "Is that all you have?" "I paid fifteen dollars for this booster draft and I don't even get stuff?" Well, unfortunately, it's called a tournament, we're at the mercy of our overarching organization we deal with, and sometimes we get sold out right before the tournament of the new stuff.
People expect you to make perfect rulings, have issues is there's the slightest mistake in inputting a match result and you have to fix pairings, plus, at the end of the night, there's a mess to clean up. It doesn't matter than everyone's over the age of 20, people just can't seem to find the garbage can for their token sheets, pack wrappers, and pop cans.
The worst part of it? Donating your time every Friday night so that people can play and then hearing about it for a month when you take a night off so you can attend a concert with your wife or travel out of town. Oh, yeah, and nobody says thanks.
Man...toughest job I've had, ever.
If you get paid to be a tournament organizer, then accepting money to do so is just wrong. I do it for free... it's easy as hell, man.
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Mine was probably my first job at McD's. The actual job wasn't too bad but the managers made it unbearable at times. It made me start thinking that the key to having a job that I like has little to do with how difficult the job is and has a lot to do with whether the environment is a friendly or hostile one.
I distinctly remember times when I worked in a hostile environment. I remember feeling sick to my stomach each day as I got ready for work because of the anxiety. Maybe there are people out there that have thick enough skin to work in a hostile environment but I'm definitely not one of them.
I recently started actively job searching and I have been getting a lot of calls from insurance companies, trying to get me to sell insurance for them. Ironically, the most persistent company was Aflac. If they call again, I'll tell them that I'm not interested in selling insurance but I heard there is a new opening for the duck voice.
If I took a job with one of those insurance companies, I'm pretty sure that it would rank higher than McD's as my worst job ever. I get sick to my stomach just thinking about making cold calls and knocking on doors that aren't expecting me. I know how I react when a solicitor knocks on my door.
So anyways, I'm interested in hearing what your worst job ever was and I'm interested in hearing from anyone that knows what it is like to be an insurance salesman.
Of course, I still had a bad job or two in my history. One that stands out was working at a beer and beverage store when I was in my mid-teens. It involved a ton of heavy moving, which in the hot summer sun was brutal. I shed a pound of sweat every day... you know when you're sweating so much that it gets in your eyes and burns? Yeah, that.
I worked at a kid's play place where most of our stuff was bought from liquidation sales from Discovery Zone when it went out of business. Parents would think it was a daycare and leave their kids, and I had to run birthday parties with a bunch of screaming and violent kids with parents that refused to discipline them (and looked at me like it was my fault their kid was a sociopath). To be fair, I had a lot of great kids come through, too. Parents also were disgusting there - I would find used diapers everywhere, and once had a poop streak going 200 feet from one end of the 'warehouse'-style building to the restrooms on the other.
I worked for Kohls in Customer Service, where I had to accept returns for used bathing suits and was screamed at by old ladies because they didn't have their receipt and were only going to get a $1.50 back for their socks rather than $2.00.
I worked at a sign shop (a place that made those sandblasted wooden signs, not one of the cheapo signs in a day places) where my boss only hired me while her buddy was on deployment and then tried to get me fired by setting me up to waste materials once her buddy came back. She also spent most of her time telling us about how if it weren't for her kids she would have left her husband years ago, how she was going to get breast implants, and talking on the phone to her boyfriend. Luckily, I stayed, while she was fired after it was discovered she was pocketing the cash of all the customers who paid in cash. After she left, it was a great job (My boss was one of Peter Laird's high school friends), until he had a breakdown and I had to leave because you didn't know if he would praise you or scream at you for any given thing.
After that I worked at a Sign-A-Rama (one of the cheapo signs in a day places), where the owner expected that a graphic designer's job description included picking dead birds off of the stoop (it didn't), dismantling shipping crates with nothing but a hand screwdriver and a hammer on the hot city streets, and basically doing the job of 2-3 people on a half to full time basis, while in school. She was also a neat freak who would often clean up materials I was using before I was done using them, doubling the time it often took to complete projects, couldn't comprehend that printing process are never exact, and that the same printer can output two different shades of gray (and that it wasn't my fault), and she would often schedule nail appointments in the middle of some of our busiest work days - all the while claiming she was hugely successful as a property manager (to which I responded - 'why didn't you stay a property manager then?'). The only other employee, her niece, was nice but could barely do any of the work and was just as miserable. Quitting that job was one of the most satisfying experiences in my life.
THEN I worked for a private ambulance company, which was awesome except that it was really just a laundering front and medicaid scam (which I didn't know at the time) for the son of a Russian Mobster (which I did know at the time). I was the only white guy, and they all apparently thought I was Jewish (and best friends with the only other white guy who was hired while I was there, who was actually Jewish) and made a lot of anti-semetic jokes, until they found out I was actually Italian and were a little scared I was 'connected' instead. I still talk to some of those people, because they are ridiculously entertaining, but their life stories are different issue (the line "Moh-REESE don't cuddle with no siiiiiide-girls" will live in infamy). The place stank of nepotism and fraud, so I quit before my own EMS license was associated with them (I also didn't lie on any of the reports). Shortly after I left they lost their certification (meaning they didn't pass basic minimum equipment/safety checks) and operated an illegal wheelchair van until they got their certification back, at which point a disgruntled employee (of which we all were, but this wasn't me) called the medicaid fraud tipline.
If you want clarification/expansion on any of these, let me know. I tried to keep them as short as possible while conveying the true suckiness of some of these jobs. I will admit the Ambulance job was a ton of fun, partly because it was so ghetto (you haven't lived until you've driven an ambulance with little to no brakes down a frozen city street, fishtailing the whole way).
*Edit: I currently work as an emergency manager for a government agency. Best job ever.
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I ☺☺☺☺ you not after that company took me off inbound calls for a mortgage company to that I left the next day.
I ended up catching the flu, partially due to my weakened immune system so they pulled me off furnace duty onto the main floor. This would seem like an improvement, and it was in some ways but it was also worse in others. My jobs including running a large peeler that peeled the bark from twelve foot+ logs and running a multitude of sanders. The sanders were always the worse even though the peeler was far more physically demanding. See, the ventilation was very poor in the factory and even though I wore masks, the very fine wood dust still found its way into my nose and mouth, not to mention deep into my clothes and hair. Despite taking a shower everyday after work I could still sometimes shake wood dust out of my hair. This was nothing compared to the sinus problems, though. I would blow my nose for a good 5 minutes after work, getting huge amounts of dark brown snot out each time from the massive amount of wood dust. On top of that, I started to wake up in the middle of the day (third shift) with my nose completely shut. I also had chronic sinus infections.
Besides the physical problems, the job was just terrible. We worked ten hour days with two ten-minute breaks and a twenty minute lunch. Also, the temps never got to stick on a job and instead would work one before lunch and one after to the point that you might be on 4-8 different jobs a week on a semi-rotating basis which makes it very hard to get quota when you can't get a job down pat. I ended up being let go along with several others just before our 90 days were up to get hired in due to "quota problems". I'm currently unemployed but I wouldn't take that job if it was offered to me again.
I understand that - at the Wooden Sign Shop it was similar, although not nearly as bad (although we had paint fumes to deal with, too).
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Oh man, that's rough. Luckily for me the painting/lacquering was done on first shift so I didn't really have to smell it unless I was working on assembly and then I didn't have the sawdust to deal with as much.
One of the funniest moments was when they neglected to inform me the green paint I was using was oil-based instead of acrylic, and I proceeded to wash it all up and down my arms before I figured it out. I looked like I was hulking out. They took a picture and posted it above the sink with the caption 'don't be this guy, check your paint'.
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1. When I interviewed we discussed what I was going to get paid. $9 an hour MINIMUM freaking pay (I had rent and other bills to pay and needed at least that to make ends meet) and they agreed.
The first two weeks I get a really small check and look at how much I'm making an hour.... $7.
I tell manager hey, this isn't what was agreed upon - He says, oh must have been a mistake.
Two more pay checks and it still wasn't fixed (main reason I quit).
2. Being bossed around by snotty little privileged teenage girls to sweep a single bread crumb that was under a table leg (yes, she lifted the table leg to point out ONE STUPID BREAD CRUMB!) wasn't my idea of a good time.
The only other really crappy job I had was through a temp agency. I worked at a wood finishing factory 10 hours a day Monday-Friday. Money was pretty nice, however the job was not.
All I did was get a bundle of finished siding or whatever it was - set up a sanding machine and put one plank on at a time end to end, for 10 hours, 5 days a week.
I didn't quit that job, instead I got sick with bronchitis - even had a doctor's note, to which they said - well we don't need you then and was let go. That was after I had worked there for almost a year, perfect attendance and no problems.
Needless to say, I'm glad I'm not working as a temp anymore (though I had plenty of other jobs through that agency that were just fine, I think my favorite was working at the graveyard).
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That said, I've had it relatively good as far as jobs go.
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So while it was the worst job I ever had, it was also the best, and it paved the way for me not having to work for the last few years. The shop eventually closed due to poor business practices at bad times. We were told on 12/23/08 that we no longer had jobs, merry frikn' Xmas.
And this is why I always make it a habit to make sure subordinates know they're appreciated. My drones are happy and content and most importantly productive, I keep my job. It's just that simple.
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Havn't really had a bad job.
First was Subway, which was bad, but not terrible, most of the problems stemmed from the lousy low-lives the manager liked to hire.
The other was really 6 different positions at a local grocery store. Cashiering is something I never want to do again. It's monotonous as hell, you stay in the same place for hours at a time, and have to deal with the worst people. I say they are also among the most stupid people around as they shop where I work rather than saving some money and going to any other grocery store within 5 miles of where I work. Seriously, I think the only people who shop at my store are morons, or people in a rush, and neither are fun to work with.
I now do day stocking, which is good, and I can't complain much about it, but damn it, people are incredibly lazy at doing the easiest and most simplest things. That's annoying.
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I'm finally getting out of the grocery business after 14 years. A good part of that was cashiering. Let me assure you that the stupid customers are everywhere. The ones that probably get to me the most have special needs like putting the paper bag inside the plastic bag then being told where to put every single item inside the bag. Most of the time in this situation, the person is paying with food stamps. So not only do I have to bag your groceries in a special way, I also have to pay for them too. Thanks.
(Disclaimer: this isn't a knock against all people on food stamps. There are plenty of good people that have legitimate reasons for needing them.)
The only job I ever woke up and just dreaded going into was working in the retention department of a magazine publisher. Between the anal retentive scrips and legal mumbo jumbo combined with them changing the pay scale every 3 months it just sucked.
Any day at Wendy's where I had to work a 10-8 shift understaffed all day.
70+ hour weeks at the car lot.
2 wrecks in my car driving pizza.
Just a bunch of bull crap for a dollar bill.
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I kind of lucked out in High School / College. Normally, people tend to hate customer service / cashiering / dealing with customer jobs. My first job was the movie theater, which boasted customary movie tickets and all the free candy I could steal. My second was a supermarket, but I got a lucky topdeck and got instantly transferred to the bakery department. Hardly any customers, no BS, manager was nice. The rest of the jobs after that were small businesses, so no customers really.
I'm also lucky because I currently have my "dream" job. =P
People expect you to make perfect rulings, have issues is there's the slightest mistake in inputting a match result and you have to fix pairings, plus, at the end of the night, there's a mess to clean up. It doesn't matter than everyone's over the age of 20, people just can't seem to find the garbage can for their token sheets, pack wrappers, and pop cans.
The worst part of it? Donating your time every Friday night so that people can play and then hearing about it for a month when you take a night off so you can attend a concert with your wife or travel out of town. Oh, yeah, and nobody says thanks.
Man...toughest job I've had, ever.
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