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Post by The Waffle King on Nov 19, 2005 5:43:40 GMT -5
Allright everyone, here's a thread we can complain about crappy jobs we have or have had. I'll start.
I'm making pizza at a place called Topper's. This place is the only one open till 3 am. And this being Wisconsin, the bars close at arounc 1 or 2 am. Around that time we get a massive wave of people. The place has 4 phone lines and all of them are constantly ringing for about 2 hours. Guess what shift I get to work. I get to deal with drunk people for hours and it is not fun. Then I get the angry people that think they can get free food by complaining about trivial things, what wonderful people they are. One of them harrassed us all night because he didn't believe he got breadsticks up to his standards even though he had never eaten at Topper's before. Blah, but it's money I guess.
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Post by prodigi on Nov 19, 2005 6:00:29 GMT -5
I used to work at a pizza place. The food prep area was literally 2 metres away from the toilet cubicle. *shudder*. Not only that but the taps required a spanner to turn on, and a swift kick to turn off.
I now work in the fruit and veg section of a Coles store. Today towards the end of my 10 hour shift, me and 3 co-workers were playing American style football with bagged Cos Lettuce. I was running for the touchdown and Graham threw an avacado at the back of my head. That kinda hurt. So i got him back by launching a nice hefty potato and catching him right in the chest. He was still rubbing it 1 1/2 hours later when we clocked off.
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Post by smtemp on Nov 21, 2005 0:55:00 GMT -5
I think AZ can win with the worst job.... but he got paid well. ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png) But my worst job was working at the damn hotel. >,< - Had to sit in a tiny little room full of chain smokers during break time - had to clean up 1. Nasty Garbage, not only in the garbage can but all over the rooms a. Literally a week's or more worth of diapers in one garbage.. *room smelled soooooo nasty* 2. Crayon on the walls 3. Food and dirt rubbed into carpet 4. Urine all over the toilet and floor 5. Plugged up poopy toilets 6. Pubes and other hairs out of bathtubs and beds (believe it or not I found fecal matter in one bed) 7. And the worst room ever..... There is a guy who had been kicked out of every other hotel in the area, but for some reason our manager never kicked him out of ours... All the workers warned us whenever he made reservations so we could switch the blankets to the old ones because whenever he comes to stay he brings a brown paper bag of goodies... porn and toys and such. He quickly scurries into the room and locks the door. He leaves the room disgusting... I had to clean vaseline hand prints off the sides of the TV. Wine spilled on the floor, the table, the couch... the vaseline jar was under his pillow. There was urine on the floor *but like I said that was a usual occurance* He was actually pretty good when I had to clean up after him, the other workers were jealous because he's left way nastier "treats" for the others... like wiping his butt on a white washcloth and a lot of sexual related things that I was informed I guess that I shouldn't mention openly on the forum. -My fellow coworkers would wench at me if I wasn't "going fast enough" or if I accidentally took their cart cause I had no idea they had them claimed. ![:P](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/tongue.png) Stupid old hags. But yeah... I hated that job and hope to never get one like it ever again. We all have to work crappy jobs at one point or another during our life.
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Post by LCF on Nov 21, 2005 2:25:59 GMT -5
I think I've told this to a few people, but the story is amusing enough that I feel like all should know.
As I've said in previous posts, I work at Winery-turned concert theater named, aptly, the Mountain Winery.
What I do now is a nice, cushy job, I accept money from people to park their cars in the parking lot, all the other guys do the real work. I rack in about 40 dollars a night in tips, plus 12.50 an hour.
But when I first started working parking, I was everybody's bitch. I had to string up cones all across the entire parking lot, and oftentimes, the person who broke down the cones the previous night didn't coil the rope, which ended up me getting frustrated into tears unknotting 400 ft (121.92 m) of rope hopelessly tangled. Worse of all, my boss refused to let me clock in until I had set up the parking lot.
Often times, there wouldn't be enough rope either, then I would have to try to find where the missing rope went off to, or realign all the cones.
When that was done, my job was to direct traffick. The parking lot has two layers. Each layer is then divided in half. We fill the parking lots up in clockwise, starting in A, ending in D.
Without fail, every single night, this one guy would show up and drive right past all of us (apparently he had actually hit a guy who got in his way, but this is an uncomfirmed rumor, I sometimes wonder if they told me that to scare me), and went straight to D. The people who got to park in D payed over 1,000$ for those spots. Every night, our guys would go up there, and try to get him to park in A, where he belongs. The cops would give him parking tickets, my boss Dan would come and talk to the guy. It didn't matter, the man parked there every single night.
Every night, being the new guy, it my dubious honor to be the first one to try to get him to move. The conversation usually would go like this:
Me: " I'm sorry sir, this is VIP and handicapped parking only?"
Beligerent man (We'll call him Rick): "Well I'm handicapped."
(No he isn't, this guy could bench press a city bus if he wanted to. The only way this guy was handicapped was emotionally)
Me: "Well, you don't have a placard in your car, I'll need you to park your car down in that area over there. If you really need assistance, I can send a golf cart to pick you up"
Rick: "No, I'll just walk from here"
Me:"But sir, you CAN'T park here."
Rick: "Watch me, Sport."
I have anger issues, kids. I've been convicted of assault with a deadly weapon after a kid made fun of my broken foot, and slapped me, so I returned the favor:with a crutch. I didn't deal well with Rick walking over me for the umpteenth time. That night I had cars park all around Rick, three cars deep on every side, then I volunteered to break down for the night, and I surrounded his car with all the cones in the parking lot, putting a rope through all of them, and draping it and hooking it around the end of the guy's trailer hitch.
He was, of course, one of the first people out of the concert, and I smiled to myself contently from my perch hidden in the back of my pick up truck on the third layer of parking reserverved for employees only
Rick had to wait for a really long time untill enough of the cars had left for before he could pull out. By the time a space finally opened, almost every other car in the parking lot was waiting in a long long line that would take at least an hour in stand still, on your brakes down the mountain traffik, and he had parked himself at the tail end of it.
As the coup de gras, Rick forgot or didn't notice the rope around his trailer hitch, and dragged all of the cones with them, accompinied by lots of horn honking, and swearing on Rick's part. He had to stop the car, get out, and undo the knot I had put around it. By the time he was done he *was* the last person out.
He complained to the administration about it, Dan covered for me and said the parking lot had been so full that night that we had had to park people wherever there was space. As for the cones? We all got off at 8 to see the concert, so anyone could have come in and do it. The sheriff's also gave Rick another parking ticket for admitting that he had parked where he had.
He never parked in D again.
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Post by Shadow Phoenix on Nov 22, 2005 20:14:51 GMT -5
LCF--you're my hero.
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Post by Sephiroth X on Nov 23, 2005 10:10:49 GMT -5
thats fricken awesome
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Post by smtemp on Nov 23, 2005 11:45:58 GMT -5
I hate it when people think they run the world just because they're A-holes about everything. When I worked at Mr. Movies I had a guy come in and complain about his 43 cent late fee. He insisted he didn't have to pay it and that he'd never come back to our store again and stormed out. He sat in his car for a few minutes, realized how stupid he was being. He came back in, rented a couple movies, paid his late fee and left. See, was it really that bad? But if people were really nice to me and willing to pay their late fees, I'd sometimes make them "Magically disappear" ^_^ I like rewarding nice people. Oh, and it was funny when parents would come in with their kids and rent 5 children's movies and 5 porns! Or when the Kansas City Chief's were in my town for the summer, they would come in and buy out our porn section ^_^ They wouldn't rent, they would BUY all the new dvds, but I suppose they have the money.
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