>Anon, how many times do I have to show you how to do this properly? Hurry up and pay attention. It's getting busy.
we are slow breed, and multitasking at high speeds is often hard. I know that feel brother. Learn better than everyone else, take a little longer to do it all due to worse coordination.
i had a nigger co worker walk out the kitchen and go home cuz he was pissed at me for being slow on a lunch rush on my FIRST day of work at Zaxbys, fuck fast food jobs theyre the worst
>Hey anon, you're new so I don't expect you to go very fast yet but in a couple of weeks you're going to have to speed up
>make no effort to speed up at all
>he never says anything
I guess I got lucky.
>"Anon! How many times do I have to tell you you need to SMILE when taking customers' orders. And stop that stuttering. You sound like a child."
>movie ticket seller
>me then face red, sweating like a fat guy
>silent and still
>costumer frightened and my mind screaming SAY SOMETHING GODDAMNIT!
>stutter "its my first day"
>costumer smiles, says its okay
>tells me what movie and i get him the the ticket
>says something else i didnt catch or i dont remember
>again face red, sweating and awkward silence
>costumer surrenders and leaves
this happened with the rest of them for FUCKING two days, until i quit!
what the fuck is wrong with me? why am i afraid of them?
Don't give up now wagie, keep slaving away, someone's tax dollars need to pay for my NEETbux.
>he is angry hard working rich people dont do this filth and focus on knowledge and study
I'm an environmental scientist. If someone wants to build or alter something on their property that is close to a waterbody I have to review their permit application and go out and do a site inspection to make sure natural habitat or the water way isn't damaged in some way. I have provincial legislation backing me up when I do this.
People get very pissed off at me when I tell them they can't put their septic bed 5 feet from the shore, or destroy a wetland/marsh to put in a dock.
Scholarships friendo, being a spic has its benefits
>tfw was not incompetent when i worked fast food
>managers all said i was a good worker
just be urself lads :^)
>working at Target
>Robot's nightmare job
>literally do everything wrong
>managers are annoyed at me
>Work in retail
>Have to ask customer for phone number, name, etc. so we can send them spam calls and spam mail
>Everytime I ask they get defensive immediately
>"Why do you need this info?"
>I start stuttering like a goddamn idiot
>"S-sos-os-os-so-so-so ffff-f-f-for c-c-coupons and pr-rp-rp-rppromo-
>"Sorry no thanks"
Every fucking time. It doesn't help that I look like a pizza faced teenager who'd ask that info solely to make creepy calls later
I work in a fast food kitchen on weekends and all I do is listen to music while I wash dishes and sometimes help others when it gets busy.
Coworkers and managers are mostly chill with the occasional dumbass assistant managers making themselves feel big.
It's either really fucking chill or really fucking stressful. Mostly stressful. I can't just walk around though, I gotta do stuff like restocking and helping customers find stuff, as well as cashier (which is literally a nightmare btw) sometimes. Some days I hate my job with the life of me, other days I kind of enjoy it. But even on the days I enjoy it, it's still difficult and stressful.
>work as a stocker
>moved to sales floor
>moved to fuel center
This was all at the same retail store mind you. They moved me twice to try and accommodate me but I gave up after the first week due to passive aggressive co-workers and lost all motivation/enthusiasm.
No. It's my first week so the last few days I got sent to a couple sites with other technicians but didn't really have any work to do and spent the rest of the day browsing the internet. I really like this job so far.
This thread dude Jesus fucking Christ. Every single fast food job I've had (sonic, Pizza Hut, pizza inn, papa johns) I've quit before they can fire me because I'm so fucking slow. My anxiety just fucking overwhelms me whenever I'm trying to prepare their food and shit. I have to look at the ticket like 30 times because I'm afraid I'll forget something (or sometimes it doesn't matter how many times I look at the ticket, I still find a way to fuck it up). It sucks ass and I'm doing anything I can to never have to work fast food again. It's so bad I'm constantly thinking about going into work whenever I'm at home trying to relax. Fucking terrible.
>Anon! How many times do I have to tell you you need to SMILE when taking customers
I have a perfect employee history, except this. I can't smile to save my life. My eyes are wonky, my teeth are crooked, and u hadn't smiled in 4 years before getting this job.
Just fucking shoot me.
>always first cash, so I see like 400 customers a shift
>tfw new to working at a kitchen
>anon, I already told you how to do that
>you forgot already?
>takes me a month to properly learn how to do something
>year later teaching new workers
>they get it right in ten minutes
>What are you worst experiences at work?
Realizing that I'm an extremely unlikeable asshole and become even more unlikeable in high stress situations.
I don't think I've ever made a single friend with the multiple jobs I've worked over the years. I cant communicate with people and it makes me seem like a huge asshole I imagine since I avoid everyone and just do my work.
I know that feel m8
>have to ask for a name and phone number to create a service tag, which we need to generate labor
>always worry the customer is going to think I'm trying to hit on them
>often start stuttering when they ask me why, making me look even more suspicious/creepy
>start job at factory after working retail for two years
>first day a fist fight breaks out between the operator
>stacking a load wrong next day
>foreman asks if I'm "fucking retarded" and throws a wrench at me
>one year later and now I'm conditioned for any job
It was a fucking nightmare at first though
>implying I am a wagecuck
Just keep working hard so I can get paid this month again for doing nothing
Tfw professional neet
>get to show up to the office (my room) whenever I want to get out of bed
>start my day watching anime
>have to move to the videogame departments
>busy day uh huh
>my boss (myself) needs me to do extra hours today
>get to check out at 8 (time for dinner)
>higher ups give me the pay for the day and I'm allowed to take dinner in my room because they have an important business dinner
>they drink and fuck in the workplace while I have to keep quiet
>spotty (my dog) is human resources and he knows and does nothing about it
>such is life
>you can't beat the man
>Get a new job working at Subway
>I suffer major anxiety whenever I face the public
>Have very specific issues with remembering the names of certain vegetables
>Always forget what olives, jalapenos, and lettuce are whenever a girl asks me for them
>starting to really fuck me up
>sometimes I remember but I usually mess up unless they point to them
>started asking 'can you point those out' in an attempt to stop it
>kind of worked, they usually give me a funny look but then do it, or describe them (ie the black things when they ask for olives)
>however, sassy black girl came yesterday
>started asking for a spicey italian
>asked her vegetable selection
>'errr. I'll have Jalapenos, lettuce, and some onions'
>started to panic
>'oh... could you point out jalapenos and lettuce?'
>she looks at me
>'Nah boy, you ain't retarded, pick them out yourself'
>look at the vegetables in a blind panic
>grab a handful of what I now realise was sweetcorn
>dump it onto the sandwich
>grab another handful of sweetcorn
>place it onto the counter and punch it until it is crushed
>for some reason Iw as thinking crushed sweetcorn=lettuce
>smear it onto the bread
>she looks at me horrified
>'You retarded bitch, what the hell are you doing?'
>manager hears and comes out
>I get in big trouble
If it happens again I'm fired. Thinking of taking a paper with pictures to help me
I'm pretty damn sure you have a legit mental disability if you can't figure out what fucking lettuce looks like compared to sweet corn. Did your mom feed you nothing but hot pockets and cereal when you were growing up?
Fuck wage labor.
Fuck working for someone else's profit.
Join Together, and we can do our own work!
corn, tomato and carrot has no place in a sandwich.
Subways braindead staff cant even grasp this though, do they want me to put a big tick or cross next to every vegetable? or would that confuse them too? they'd probably think "x marks the spot, better dump a handload of tomato and corn onto this guys bmt!"
>tfw living in a country with competitive examinations for civil service
It's literally the best thing ever. You just have to use your NEET status to cram hard and you pass the exam, getting a cushy job they will never fire you from as a result.
>Have "internship" at place that services smartphones & computers (as in work for free 3 months and MAYBE get employed if they like you)
>Coworkers are 25 y/o nerdy white guy and 29-something Syrian refugee
>Latter has mediocre English and barely serviceable Swedish
>Spend 90% of my time in his workspace so he has to teach me
>Get along at first, seems cool
>Have verbose and formal speech pattern
>Syrian always misinterprets what I say, usually for the worse
>Flips out at minor shit, can't/won't help me when I need it
>Too big a workload for him
>End up basically having to teach myself the ropes with minimal instruction and lots of google
>Insists that I only make his work harder and I get him in trouble with my fuck-ups
>Boss insists that I have an attitude problem and that I'm always cryptic and deflective
>Eventually Syrian has enough, blows his top and chimps out running off to our other shop further into the city
>Remain calm throughout the whole thing and can scarcely contain myself since it was funny as fuck
>After talking to both boss asks me about a minor incident where I had been asked to clean the kitchen space
>Was taking care of customers at that time and he basically told me so on the way out to take a smoke
>Didn't hear it properly, don't do it, he rants later about how he cleans it everyday, etc
>Boss asked if I did what I was told in that incident, said no
>He just said "Out."
>Tell him I'll get my stuff, we'll never see eachother again and that's that
The Syrian guy was seriously triggered by "filth" and would always compare living with other refugees like being with monkeys.
But hey, at least I was pretty good with customers.
>worked in a pub
>wasn't there for long and usually did the morning shifts when it was quiet and could get trained easier
>have radio in case of emergencies which I kept clipped
>one day while fairly busy customer asks for a pint
>half way through the tap runs dry
>panicking internally because manager is off the scene
>radio in asking what to do as manager is in office doing work
>"just go to the cellar and change the barrel, remove the piercing tool at the top and put it into a new keg"
>okay I can do this even though I never done it
>tell customer i'll be right back and change it real quick
>go downstairs there's about 20 different barrels hooked up
>luckily find the right barrel as it has the barrel brand lid on it
>have to get through a mess of beer tubes and trip on one
>one of the other barrels gets swished about
>adjust it back hoping it would be fine
>have to remove empty barrel and put in a new one
>new barrels heavy as fuck to move
>puncture it with screw on thing
>the beer explodes from the hole and going mayday
>i'm drenched in beer foam
>quickly put it on and rush back upstairs so i'm not keeping a customer waiting
>more appear and sweat frantically
>said beer is going lively and frothing as I pull it through
>customer leaves dissatisfied
>40 minutes later another customer asks for a different beer
>go to pour it
>erupts in froth too
>it was the barrel I tripped up with and made it shake up
>manager sees the mess of spilled booze downstairs later in the day and the strong whiff of beer on my shirt still
>get deducted pay for messing with 2 of the barrels
>try to explain what happened but she said that they can't afford for stock to just go down the drain
If it's a low skill job they don't even check previous employment or references unless you get some autistic manager who would actually call around
Just lie and put down a friend or family member phone # for past employment and have them lie about being a manager
Obviously don't apply for a electronic engineer job at Intel and think you can bullshit your way in, apply for jobs that don't require any sort of physical proof (i.e. certifications/degrees) that you are qualified for and fake it till you make it
I've worked for 6 companies my life and they always ask if I have a HS diploma and/or drivers license and I've never had to provide proof or show I had any of it (I have them but just goes to show they don't check any of the shit you write down)
That's what I did. Closed my eyes, tried to clear my mind and only see a black screen. Then I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth. You get thoughts that come through the black but I tried to maintain a black screen. Venting my problems onto a notepad also helped cuz it let me see what was bothering me.
>work in campus restaurant
>all other FOH workers call off
>I'm left to man the register all night for a 6 hour shift, and we serve 5-700 people a night.
>had to close FOH by myself, took 2 hours
Sooner or later the fact that you're hot isn't gonna make up for how much you call off, Chelsea.
>1st day at telemarketing job.
>Have to sell printer ink
>"Hello this is (place) what can I help you with?"
>"Hi, my name is Anon with (company) I need to talk to the person that deals with buying your printer ink."
>"What can I help you with?"
>"I need to talk with the person that deals with your printer ink."
>"What do you want?"
>"I need to speak with the person that buys your company's printer ink."
>"YOU'RE FUCKING TALKING TO HIM. WHAT DO YOU WANT!?"
>"haha sorry about that a little miscommunication there, anyway the reason I am calling is.."
>"I don't care, maybe if you went to college you'd be smarter."
>work in a high-end retail job that pays 50% more than minimum wage
>lazy as fuck
>there is so much shit to remember, and so much shit to do
>work with mostly women who are between the ages of 30-60
>i always forget something, and need help doing it because I have no idea what the fuck I am doing. I feel like I am daydreaming most of the time
>be really "cute" and ask for help
>everyone is glad to help me because I am so adorable
>everyone likes me even though I am the laziest piece of shit there
This shit is easy! I'm not even good-looking, or "cute". I'm really ugly, but I just smile a lot, act like a dolt, and be really nice to everyone, and they all do the work for me. I've been working there for two years now, and no one has ever said "hey anon you dont do enough work here", or "you still don't know how to do that?".
Seriously, guys. Just be as nice as possible, smile a lot, and be REALLY polite. That is the secret to getting ahead in life, not being Chad McThundercock.
This is me
I got that job when I was 23. First job. I got turned down at all sorts of shitty places. Warehouse work. Night-time delivery driver. Shelf-stocker. But for some reason, they took me on at this place and pay me 50% more than minimum wage. Easy as fuck job. Can fuck about all I want.
Just make sure you say WHY you haven't had a job that long. If you're 20, make sure you've been "doing stuff" between the ages of 18-20. Make it seem like you've only been job-searching for like 2 months.
>hurr durr Original comment required.
>hurr You have been muted for 2 seconds, because your comment was not original.
>get told to deliver massive pile of pizza in my little car
>delivery it, it's a bumpy fucking ride and it's sliding all over
>it's arrived, give it to the people
>pizza has of course slid around in the fucking boxes
>they start raising their voice at me
>NOT FUCKING COMFORTABLE with a group of people angry at me, go to my car to get on my phone
>call pizza place, calmly ask to speak to manager, these people already called and made up some bullshit about me screaming at them
>Stupid coworker is not letting me talk to manager to resolve this and is threatening the cops on me
>go back to the pizza place and dump my stuff out their
>they're still trying to get the cops on me, tell them money is in the bag and to leave me the fuck alone because I didn't do anything.
this reminds me of me and my boss at my last job
>anon. you need to do this task X way.
but if I do it Y way, it is done quicker and with better quality.
>I know, but I told you to do it X way or else you get fired
if you give me a good reason why I shouldn't do it Y way, than I will change
>Do it X way because I said so
I'm not your kid, that doesn't work on me
then I was fired. I mean does it really matter the way I clean out gutters if they end up cleaned out?
tbhfam I worked a McJob in HS and even tho the job sucked it was the most fun I've had being 29 now and having a big boy job
I guess working with fellow kids your own age made it seem less like work goofing around all day compared to now I'm working with "adults" who are serious all the time and constantly bitching about work and there cuck wifes without any qt3.14 grills to crush on
there is no reason to work minimum wage unless you're literally starving or your parents got cancer and need meds or something.... just stay home. shitty jobs like this will tire the fuck out of you and suck out your soul. and if shitty jobs are all you're qualified for then just become a NEET. you'll probably kill yourself by the time you're 30 but guess what? working minimum wage for 10+ years will make you suicidal too
I can't even imagine acquiring and then holding down a semi stressful job, worse part is my parents are neet enablers so I'm probably never going to change.
>hard working rich people don't work
Sounds about right, lots of people are already provided for.
What is this American delusion that the government shouldn't spend its own money the way its workers decide? It's not your money; the only reason you are able to "earn" it is because the government exists to regulate your employment and recompense.
i was finally pulled out of neetdom to work at a new kfc that was opening. They took on about 70 staff and it was supposed to be the busiest kfc in this part of the country but the manager took on mostly attractive teenage girls and boys, theyd argue with customers, with eachother, sit on their phones when there was queues and eventually business went to shit, half the staff left and i went to the mcdonalds down the road. There has to be an air of discipline, if you fuck about or argue with a customer at my mcdonalds you get in trouble, at kfc there was shift managers who where complete fucking idiots but who were friends with the franchisee so got a free ticket and its been a disaster for the owner
If its middle class then why is it such a high standard of living?
>goofing of on my mmos
>with my brand new ac
>on my apartment
>mommy comes visit me
>brings me tendies
>we watch a movie
>have enough of mommy and tell her I'm tired and she should go
>she does so because is my apartment
>get to tell wagekeck professor when to come teach me
>get to decide at what peace do I want to learn
>completely in control of my life
Sucks to be a wagekeck I gjess
True story for me
>First week at new job
>Construction company with 2 owners
>Both are Serbian and 90% of the staff are some type of slavic cunt
>NOBODY can speak good English besides the 1 boss and all are very dam socially awkward around me because I speak English
>Boss who can't speak English comes into office and I say hello
>He sort of says hi and I keep doing my work
>2 days later boss who speaks English gots on a massive rant that I must be nicer to the other boss and I am not friendly enough
>Demands that I always get out of my seat and rush over to shake his hand
>Now I have to awkwardly get up every time hes in the room, shuffle over to him and say hello by shaking his hand
>While he gives me awkward body language looking at his shoes while somehow blurting out a "heehlooo" then walking away speaking slav shit
I fucking hate my job and I am leaving in 4 months to start my own company
>wagecuck comes into the surgery
>he's having trouble keeping up with the pace at his job
>tries to fake ADD to get a prescription for Adderall
>give him a lethal dose of morphine instead
>"I can tell you're the quiet type"
>"You don't talk much, do you?"
>"It's great to work with someone who just shuts up and gets the job done"
normie co-workers are all clearly good friends and laugh all the time but I just can't interact with them
Well at least you enjoyed it because afterwards my clean pretty face broke out, I got severe back and carpal tunnel pain and the girl I had a crush on their stopped talking to me.
good references aren't enough. if you were working and studying at the same time and got a degree in something useful, then yeah, you're set. personally I've tried it several times and couldn't handle the 90+ hour workweek. congrats if you did.
there are tons of 30-40 year olds who've been working shitty jobs since they were 18 and can't find anything better, and now they're stuck because they got kids or debt and need the money. at the last min wage job I had half the people in there were 25+
>work at Walmart
>got pretty sick so I called in 4 days in a row
>manager calls me into her office and asks me why the hell I called in sick 4 days in a row
>goes on to call me ungrateful for all they did for me by switching around my hours so that I could go to college
>trying to hide how pissed I am at this point and manage to stay cool
>I tell her that I was sick and asked her if she'd rather I come in and get everyone sick
>she just says "whatever" and leaves
>I just leave the store and go home right then and there
I will be homeless before I work in retail ever again. I was the only one who ever worked hard and the managers still didn't like me because I didn't smile enough. Not even sure why that would matter at all, I was maintenance.
It's easy you make yourself presentable, you go to daddy and five him a firm handshake and you tell him you need a new apartment and are going to need some allowance money too and he is going to have to increase the allowance every half year too because you are a growing boy so the money requirement increases
>Sooner or later the fact that you're hot isn't gonna make up for how much you call off, Chelsea.
It won't matter, she'll just get a new job. Women get hired so much easier than men. My sister just fucking job hops different restaurants every 2 months; while I've applied at 40 different places in the last few months and still haven't gotten a callback. She doesn't even have any steady work experience like me and has never even given in a two weeks notice. Not sure why I even bother anymore.
Leech is such a strong term
It's hardly leaching when there is so much of the stuff to go around
I choose to put it like I'm inheriting the money while be is still alive
And making more money
It's threads like these that make me thankful I work night security. It's literally the best job for robots.
>okay I can do this even though I never done it
This is the worst feeling, goddamn. Especially when someone's watching you/waiting on you.
It's threads like these that make me thankful I'm a neet and only have to work toward my own goals
Someday a robber will confuse you with a policeman and shoot you
Meanwhile I'm comfy in my apartment doing wathever I want
They don't give you any money? Of course they don't when you are still living with them. You have to man up and ask daddy for an apartment that way he will know that you are ready to handle weekly money now
option A - zero money, but you are free to do what you want 7 days a week
option B - a little money, you are only free 1 day a week (in most shitty jobs you will have to work 6 days a week)
your life will be shit either way but at least you'll have some fun and be a lot less stressed as a NEET. most entertainment is free (videogames, movies, forums etc) there is no reason at all to choose B
if you can't get a good job (your own desk, air conditioning, 5 days a week, no one breathing down your neck etc) and have no kids to feed then just don't work. people need to stop applying for these shitty jobs. then maybe employers would offer better working conditions
But mine did tho
And he also pays for my coding and drawing classes that i get here in the comfort of my home
Plus expensive presents once in a while too and we go out to eat 2 or 3 times a week
>be me work at a coffee shop at a major tourist attraction
>company has program where they hire seasonal foreign workers
>Russian high schoolers. Terrible English. Bad attitude. Never got gud
>have to work a clopen Fri/Sat during peak of season
>just me and a Russkie for four hours.
>didn't know what to do to open shop. Everything falling behind, running around battling chaos. Ohshit, time to open
>line of morning regulars. I take orders, he's making drinks, and cant move fast enough, running back and forth doing drinks, orders, and food.
>line keeps snowballing, morning rush in full effect, kid keeps making rookie mistakes, I fix it as fast as possible but it's not enough
>9 o clock, second crew member is supposed to arrive when the phone rings
>gonna be late, kek
>something breaks inside me
>go into back, go upstairs, see boss hoarding shekels
>demand a pay raise
Never been happier tbqhwy kindred
I don't know I find my situation so ridiculous its almost funny so my advice is kind of ironic
How could I have ended up having evertthing I want in the world without having to move a finger to get it? Me who a mere couple of years ago thought I had no future and would end up having to kill myself
My advice is a way to cope with the absurdity of the world, a way to laugh at myself
say it with me now
KILL. YOUR. BOSS.
>me going to college
>teachers embarrass me for no reason
>don't know what major I want
>know almost every question in class
>get shit grades on tests
>have insomnia and add so I forget a lot of assignments and fuck up a lot
>can't find a single job in my field I like
Every other person
>like their major
>get good grades easily
>get internships and jobs
>get jobs after
>work at ice cream place in summer
>naturally a lot of kids come in
>act nice and friendly to the kids
>look at them play outside because they're cute
>later manager talks with me in private
>says I was giving "pedo vibes" and had to leave
I'm sorry I was being nice to the customers, I'll remember to treat them with disdain from now on.
>go deliver package from ware house
>see group of guys coming from the other way
>its a narrow area and I'm holding a rather large box so I step off to the side to let them pass
>one guy slaps the package out of my hand and laughs
>call him a dick and walk off
>turns out he was a higher up
This desu. They should be grateful that there are poor bastards that are willing to work for $7.25 per hour. I always try to be nice to people that work shitty jobs because I can see the suffering in their fucking eyes.
Yeah, this is what happened to me. Very fucking anxiety inducing at first, but eventually you learn to just not give a fuck. The worst part is its open so all the customers in line can see me while I'm making all the food in the back. I can't count how many times people will just death stare me because they have to wait 4-5 more minutes. Like this one guy leaned as close in as he could and just made this angry stare at me for a good 7 minutes without moving. Stupid cunts.
I'll never understand how people can work at jobs like that for their whole lives. Like eggy man, how has he not lost his marbles yet? Seriously I'd rather be homeless, selling drugs, live in prison or better yet fucking dead then have to be cucked at a high stress, tiring, dead end, shit job like McDonald's or what ever for the rest of my life.
>worked at Moe's
>didn't have any
The clientell is nice, my coworkers were nice, the managers and staff all liked me, and it was pretty easy going. Going back after I finish this semester.
>all these people saying you're dumb
It's okay man, I understand. It's nerve wrecking as fuck when someone stares at you while you're making their food. Makes me so anxious I can't focus and make plenty of retarded mistakes.
I'm sure they will promote you to cashier eventuelly.
this triggers me, you'd think these stupid fucking cunts would come back later or go eat somewhere else because the line is huge but NO, they stay and because of that it just keeps expanding, fucking retardville right there, hope the people working in that popeye's could double or even triple pay for that day but probably not.
>just started working night shifts in a hospital lab
>working in microbiology department
>just me and one other microbiologist in the lab
>looking at a cerebral spinal fluid sample for bacteria
>notice there's quite a bit present
>do a gram stain to see what it could be
>looks like it might be N. miningitidis
>this just got really serious
>start freaking out and ask the one other microbiologist to come over and confirm whether or not it is a diplococci
>he looks at it, shrugs, and says "I don't know."
>start really sweating
>run out to the other departments asking if anyone can come look at this sample
>everyone just shrugs and says "I don't do microbiology."
>scared as fuck I'm going to send the wrong diagnosis out to the doctor
>do a couple more stains before finally sending out a report saying "gram negative diplococci"
>got lucky and it turned out to be correct
>could have really been a fuck up if it hadn't of been a true diplococci
That was the most stressful moment of my career. I felt like I was going to just break down and cry. Nobody wanted to help and the pressure of knowing some kid with a spinal fluid infection is riding on my call of whether or not it's truly what I'm seeing under the microscope was almost too much.
In my opinion cashier is easiest job. With the exception of huge groups that want giant fucking orders, or people with really specific requests, it's the easiest job and it's less potential to fuck up.
It's the most stressful thing to do at first, but after a month or so you can do it in your sleep (I actually used to dream about taking orders all night). It also helps that 90% of people order the exact same thing. Number 6 combo with fries, or a number 5 combo with fries.
Only thing that sucks is the way we have to harass the customers about saving 10% or trying a desert for an extra dollar and all that bullshit. It ruins the flow completely, but I almost got fired for not asking so now I just harass everyone. Elderly, little kids, people who say they just want to buy a small drink, whatever.
10 days until I leave for basic training lads, 10....days. Fug, I've been dreading this shit for months, now its nearly here.
I can only hope my daily pushup routine has prepared me enough, it is all I have.
>Work as waiter
>Constantly fuck up mostly by dropping drinks on people and being a constant slow retard
>Everyone hates me
>Just didn't come in until I got fired cause fuck that
Probably should have quit so I could have used them as a reference. But I couldn't stand to work another day there anymore.
I used to get annoyed by it but I've come to realize people just really fucking want their MSG chicken. The huge lines don't even bother me as much, it's the people who see how huge the line is, and still fucking complain and tell that they have to wait. Like what the fuck did you expect?
The other day it was a line almost as big as pic related, and there was only 2 of us. I was in the back cooking as fast as possible to keep up, while one person was both taking orders and packing the food by herself. I started running back and forth to help her the front and cool more food, but obviously we ran out at one point. Some guy ordered like a 16 piece and got mad that he had been waiting 6 minutes. He starts yelling at me and I tell him that it won't be done until another 5 minutes. Dude just starts raging at me. I ask him if he wants mild chicken instead, which we have enough of still, and he says no. Then he keeps yelling, when I try to go back to work he tells me to come back so he can yell at me more. Why? What more do you want? It's not like I can just magically make it finish faster. Most customers are great but you get some absolute fucking angry retards.
Damn anon, that's a lot of stress. I understand that. I had the same problem the other day, except 1000x less intense or important. Same thing with all coworkers just shrugging and saying "idk". Even for something so insignificant it made me really stressed.
Can't imagine it being something as important as that. Would you have gotten in trouble had you made a mistake? Or do they accept that mistakes happen.
>work at Dairy Queen
>expected to memorize the recipe for every single Blizzard including which of the four identically tasting chocolates go in it
>also can't take longer than 60 seconds to make it
>on the first day
It turns out they go through three employees a week and only one has been there longer than a month.
Significance is relative. I hate people not wanting to help so I feel for you, anon.
Yes and no. In all honesty, I shouldn't have reported it as definitively as I did. I should have maybe been a little bit more broad in my language to the doctor so as to make sure the doctor doesn't just go "Oh, we know exactly what it is." If it had turned out to be not what I thought, I probably wouldn't have been in really bad trouble but it could have turned into a real debacle.
Most antibiotics are based on a spectrum so it probably would have treated other gram negatives even if it wasn't exactly what I thought it was, but if it hadn't, it definitely could have killed the kid and I would have been involved in a really bad situation where you have to explain to the director why you reported what you did. Then I would have been apart of a huge paperwork mess to explain why a patient died from something treatable and why it was misreported by the lab.
>working as a cook
thats pretty much one of the worst jobs you can ever take, not surprisingly the pay is fucking shit as well.
And then we have retards spending tens of thousands on a fucking degree to make minimum wage with 80 hour weeks.
anon, go to the doctor's and get a diagnosis. you might have a disability.
that or really bad anxiety
lets say it is anxiety, why not a security job
>The perfect autismo gf
Fuck off she's actually mine.
getting fired from a job after almost 3 months of not being trained, not receiving a uniform, and being replaced by a bitch the manager knew. the bitch they replaced me with left after almost only a month and the manager got canned or left a while later.
>delivery driver for large pizza chain
>manager tells me they want me to deliver to the founder in a promotional video
>tfw video turned into a meme
At least I didn't get a lot of attention though
It's some old persian guy with bad english. He was once asked me to do something but all I heard was "clean tins" I asked him if he said "Did you clean the tins?" or "Can you clean the tins?" He just stared at me blankly after that and still did when I repeated myself. Taking a guess, I said no. He got mad and screamed "NO?! WHAT TO YOU MEAN NO?!" then fired me.
>It's the most stressful thing to do at first, but after a month or so you can do it in your sleep (I actually used to dream about taking orders all night)
iktf, fellow cashier bro. I hated those dreams. It felt like being cheated out of my own sleep and personal time.
Damn. That sounds really rough man. Is the pay at least good? I think it's not even accidentally causing someone's death that would bother me as much as the aftermath you described. Also imagine making a mistake like that more than once. I think it'd be better if there was a full team that made a decision together than having to just make a judgement alone.
How difficult is it usually? For the most part is it a pretty clear what you're looking at? Or do problems with possible doubts happen a lot
>Start working at University dining hall
>First day fuck up a bunch of shit and don't talk to anyone outside of receiving instruction
>Goes on for a week but gradually start warming up to coworkers
>The Coordinator starts flirting with me a lot
>She really likes me and it gives me a huge confidence boost
>Climb the social ladder and become friends with everybody
>See my coordinator at a club one night, we dance, I'm wasted but she isn't but it is still loads of fun
>Get promoted to coordinator in 4 months of working there along with raise
>Start running shifts, I don't even work I just run around flirting up all the employees, management is fine with it because they all love me
>Known as everybody's favorite coordinator because of my social attitude and general glowing mood
Wait what were talking about
>"Listen, Anon, I've received complaints from your coworkers that you don't say 'hi' enough."
>"Anon, you need to actually speak when you're giving the customer the food. And smile!"
I don't understand how people like that even get to management positions if they can barely speak English.
unrelated but I live in new England and I literally haven't seen a white person working a food service job in at least five years. it's all Mexicans now.
>I don't understand how people like that even get to management positions if they can barely speak English.
Upper management gives family members lower management positions and makes them impossible to fire.
>unrelated but I live in new England and I literally haven't seen a white person working a food service job in at least five years. it's all Mexicans now.
I'm in Virginia now and it's the same thing. They manage to get every single order wrong that isn't just "large #3" I'm amazed they all have jobs when teenagers will work for min wage too except they don't mess up constantly.
Because apparently it was as easy as puncturing the top, the signal on radios in the cellar is bad, especially when they're at the very top floor. They never explained that I had to mess with a tap to control the gas so it didn't go flat or push up a small, almost unseeable lever on the wall to release the pressure up the tap easier
Pay is pretty good. Better than average at least and the health benefits are really nice.
Well, on 2nd shift and 1st shift (day time shifts), there are more people in the lab and if you get something weird you can ask other but on night shift (3rd) there is a smaller staff and fewer to ask so you're kind of on your own. But you also have a smaller volume of stuff at night so it's a mixed bag.
It's usually not too difficult. You get a lot of routine shit that you see a lot. Food poisoning, E. coli infection, some wound abscess that's just a mild staph infection, etc. But every once in a while you get something ridiculous that's an abnormal. It's exciting but stressful at the same time.
Most bacterial stuff you can look at yourself, do a few tests, have a general idea of what it is, and then you put it in a machine that can tell you with pretty good certainty what it is based off chemicals inside the machine. That takes off a lot of the stress. Problem is that if a patient has some kind of blood, CSF, or brain infection you may not have time to do a whole array of tests and throw it in the machine to tell what it is. Instead, you have to do just a few tests, get a general idea, and then send out a report ASAP so the doctor can get to work.
The worst is when the machine is down and you get some fucking crazy bacteria that is really rare and you have to go hunting in books to find what it could be, rushing all over the place to figure out what tests to run.
Also, there's the off chance you could have some really pathogenic that, once you identify it, you have to go into quarantine and get treated with antibiotics for months just for being around it. It's stressful at times for sure because of this.
Thank you for the post anon. Sounds like a pretty nice job, and meaningful. h
Hopefully you never get quarantined. I'm trying to decide what to do in life so I love when people talk about their jobs in depth.
What are your coworkers like?
Customer/people interaction at work is the worst, I worked as a mail clerk and was able to talk to coworkers and managers enough but when jt came to doing the rounds I fucking hated having to interact with people when delivering the mail to assigned offices and departments in the building.
Never knew if I should do more to interact with them and small talk or just act like a robot with brief answers and responses and just do my job, I just wanted to do the latter and not interact with anyone beyond just mail delivery but that would probably make them feel creeped or whatever even though it would be most comfortable for me.
My ideal job now is something where I get to work with computers or with some quiet machinery and talk to no one all day but the manager or whatever.
Wish there were more jobs for those with a high tolerance for solitude but no, every fucking job requires "people skills", daily interaction and a "bubbly personality"!
I wouldnt mind being the cog in the machine if I didnt need to interact so much and could do my work in solitutde and quiet where I perform at my best, in middle school, high school, college, oh but not even there could you get away with that because of all the mandatory "group work", fuck that hell.
>tfw real robots will replace the jobs fit for robots like data entry/keyer and all that will be left in the future are highly specialised fields, teaching and service industry
What a nightmare
My official job title is Medical Technologist if you want to look it up.
Cowokers are mostly introverts. The day shifts have an older crowd but night shifts is a lot of young people. Most people are pretty friendly in the lab. The worst is dealing with the bitchy nurses and pushy doctors. It's not too bad though.
Actually I'm pretty sure I saw a study recently that proved the opposite. Something with an observed phenomenon where attractive women get treated better at work, and get more promotions and raises, but were less likely to get an interview if they included a picture on their resume. The two facts seemed to contradict themselves.
They found in the end it's because HR is mostly used up whores and bitter post wall sluts. They were jealous of better looking women so they wouldn't call them for interviews.
>So the cause of the discrimination must lie elsewhere. Human resources departments tend to be staffed mostly by women. Indeed, in the Israeli study, 93% of those tasked with selecting whom to invite for an interview were female. The researchers' unavoidable and unpalatable conclusion is that old-fashioned jealousy led the women to discriminate against pretty candidates.
I didn't talk to her for a few years and she still wanted me. wtf have you done
>Working at Carl's Jr.
>Last day there as I was quitting because the commute was too far (didn't have a car at the time) and had to focus on college
>Regional manager comes in and starts shit talking everyone
>Looks at me, asks me how long the fries were out for
>Tell him around half an hour
>Flips out and asks me if I would eat that shit myself
>Throw out a good amount of fries while he continues to berate me and my coworkers
This is my worst fear, as a 20 year old who has never had a job. Im scared that whatever job i get im just gonna be a complete and utter fuck up, i will literally just fuck every single thing up somehow like some retard.
I feel you anon. It's the worst feel in the world.
>manager starts berating you for something you did wrong and they've already corrected you for before
>tell you that you need to start working faster
>already feel like you're going as fast as you can
>try not to cry, try not to cry
get fired later on because "it just isn't working out"
>tell them it's okay, I understand
>think I can handle it
>everyone leaves for the day
>grab all my stuff
>cry in the bathroom
>like a fucking baby
I really tried not to, it was humiliating even though nobody saw.
I can't help it. When someone's in my face screaming and acting mean I break down.
What am I supposed to do? Damage is done, I already said it won't happen again, and the issue is rectified. What does being mean help?
Then they freak out and act like they just kicked a puppy when I cry.
>workplace full of "tough" guys, everyone's been working there for ages
>tons of standard man-banter and verbal jousting for jokes
>can't handle it because I'm a fucking neet
>"ahaha... yeah guys"
>get jokingly made fun of for not being as /fit/ as the other dudes
>constantly feel out of place but want to fit in
Just my experience from working at landscaping places, but I feel like warehouse work would be similar. I guess I just wasn't cut out for that kind of workplace culture. I wanted to be though.
I'm broke as fuck and my dad his wife make poverty inducing wages. Hell we're probably gonna have to move into a hotel temporarily because we can hardly afford a place. I've been applying to different places because I really, really need that extra boost to your combined income.
lol nah man i know.
i used to cry when my boss yelled at me and it made me sick but i was always able to just keep my tears back or just get watery
now i just dont give a fuck and if i fuck up i fix the issue and let them know the steps im taking to fix it
chin up buddy, youll get past this stage
I punched a foreman when I used to work at a stamping plant. He had spent quite literally the whole shift up my asshole over a bunch of non-issues and I just couldn't take it anymore. When it came time to go home, I turned around, punched him, swiped out, and left. Now I work at a bowling alley. I make more than what I did at the stamping plant and my boss actually respects me. No yelling or talking down to me because he knows I'll get shit done without an issue as long as I'm not treated like dirt. Say "thanks" to me once in a while and I'll even do extra.
I just like to feel appreciated.
When I worked at Wendy's when I was in highschool I repeatedly told them I would not work the grill station anymore because it made me sick. On a number of occasions while working the grill I became nauseous and projectile spewed a very bright neon green vomit.
>tfw they still assigned me to the grill
>tfw i stayed at that job for a year because i was stupid
Saw a guy like this at an old job I worked at in the Amazon warehouse. He was always getting grief for not hitting his targets fast enough, and would just wait for ages until easy to work items came along the line instead of taking what he got.
Plenty of times I'd see the team leaders over talking to him like he was a child and I knew exactly how he probably felt because he looked extremely autistic and sheltered. They ended up retraining him but I left before I saw what his end was.
>manager micro manages
i've been dealing with this my whole life, now i have to put up with it at work too?
>tfw your boss is one of those people that get irrationally angry if you ask him to repeat something or ask a question
ILL JUST FUCK IT ALL UP THEN,I DONT MAKE COMMISSION OR ANYTHING ANYTHING ANYWAY SO FUCK IT
>overnight maintenance at Wal-Mart starts at like $2 above min wage
>do a lot of buffing (with propane powered buffer)
>mopping, sweeping, waxing (stripping too of course)
>beats the hell out of my joints
>drinking regularly and taking painkillers and using cream every day
>tell the manager I can't take it, give written notice
>they say I quit without notice and would be banned for a year of re-working
Thankfully I got into CC that fall I think.
>mother had arthritis, thought not much of it
>brother gets discs replaced in his back at 28 "probably because of working out too hard with older guys"
>find out my father, brother, and sister have a degenerative spinal disorder
>mom's side has early arthritis and bad cartilage
>pain whole life
>nobody thought to do anything or even tell me
>constantly judged for being less physically capable than others, in pain 24/7
I know it's not entirely work related, but fuck. If I could do some stupid normie physical labor, I would be working. Literally if you're not educated, 100% of your work potential is determined by family connections and muscles.
We kinda do this at my job that's also retail. Instead of asking for their name and number I ask them if they're "part of our rewards program". If they say no I move on if they say yes I just say. " I can look it up by a telephone number or email."
I used to have this same problem but so many people say no when I ask the question even though they're a part of the program because they're that stupid.
sssalll about how you word it man
Don't worry Anon, I'm the same way. My first hob was cashier, and I spent my breaks in the bathroom crying because I kept getting chewed out about my speed.
The absolute worst thing is when you are tying to keep tears back and the person won't stop yelling at you.
Keep your chin up, don't take it too hard if you fuck up, and do NOT watch the clock. You have no idea how slow any shift will go if your eyes are on the clock. Keep yourself occupied mentally (ideally with something related to the job) and time will fly.
>500 lbs of product stacked on cart
>rolling out to the aisles
>LITERALLY a few inches a faw from crushing an old man into the side of the wall
FUCK, I should've been fired for that shit, some other old guy saw and told my boss but I didnt hear a single word about it. Maybe he was a bad explainer so my boss didnt believe him idk but I still cant believe i almost killed someone
>Always quiet, never talked or stood out
>spent two weeks just me and my foreman planting grass and spreading straw
>"Goddamnit anon you must be a fucking dumbass, can't even spread straw right"
>Do it like this Dumbass
>No anon that's fucking wrong
>Are you that fucking stupid?
>after two weeks of this shit
>C'mon Anon don't be stupid
Fuck you you ugly ass gorilla
>What the hell? You decided to grow a backbone?
I'm just sick of your shit man
>Oooohhhhh so you think you tough?
Come a little closer and I'll show you just how fucking tough I am
>Don't be like that. I just fucking with you.
My foreman verbally abused me to teach me to stand up for myself. Everyone else was confused when i got back to the main crew. I went from meek and quiet to an angry, shit-talking sonava bitch. I got alot of respect for the man. My paw paw taught him, and now he's teaching me. He gave me a huge confidence boost and knocked out most of my social anxiety.
You're a good man Gary. I really do owe you for being so patient with me.
>Anon, how many times do i have to tell you not to call me Mrs______? you're part of the family now that you're with my daughter. call me Janice. And we're so happy to have you here. she's been happier since she's met you.
you will never hear this
I hear it sometimes.
She was my childhood friend, and she died. Her parents still have me over sometimes, kind of as a substitute for her.
>Work in "Print Shop"
>Letters come out of machine
>Put them in Postal Box
>Stack boxes to go to mail sorter
>Repeat for 9 hours
I literally can't fuck up.
I started working at a burger joint near my college. They were nice enough. The manager asked me what I was studying, and I told her Chemical Engineering.
afterwards, I got a bunch of comments like
>how the hell do you not know how to flip patties quickly if you're so smart?
> you're an engineer and you don't know where the buns are after I already told you?
>they place me on the register one day, and my manager barely gives me instructions
>ask her for help, once again she says shit like:
>i thought you liked math. this shouldn't be hard.
>how do you not know how to add two items together? do you not go to school?
and so on
needless to say, I quit after two months
>how the hell do you not know how to flip patties quickly if you're so smart?
Nothing to do with intelligence....
> you're an engineer and you don't know where the buns are after I already told you?
Also not to do with intelligence, it takes a bit of time before you know where everything is.
>they place me on the register one day, and my manager barely gives me instructions
>ask her for help, once again she says shit like:
>i thought you liked math. this shouldn't be hard.
It's nothing to do with math... the register does all the math for you. It's to do with knowing how to use the dam thing.
Man oh man I fucking hate this and I swear to fucking god it happens to me at every job.
>"just go do this"
And they act like it's no big deal when I'm fucking certain some one showed them how to do it when they were new.
Yeah, at my last job I did the exact same thing. I just stopped asking if they wanted to sign up because 1) It's a stupid bullshit program that does nothing for you and half our customers don't even know what it does themselves and 2) it's extra, unnecessary work with no incentive for me and annoying as fuck to stand there and try to type their name in correctly with them death-staring you
You learn to always at least ask if someone is part of the rewards program, though. People will flip the fuck out on you if they purchase their $4 thing without you scanning their card. Might as well ask to avoid the potential shitstorm
>Working tech support job
>Our program isn't correctly handling a customer's order
>Look at logs and at code, all signs point to order being rejected by a specific merchant
>Random developer notices it
"Oh it's not that, it's actually this completely different merchant not working right"
>Manager gets mad because I told the customer the wrong answer and now development's involved without his approval
>Ask why doesn't the logs or code don't point to that error at all, or even hint at it
"I never bothered to implement that. Here, I'll just do the fix."
>Developer insists that he does the fix, not me or any other support person
>Manager gets mad because I'm wasting developer time with the fix
Worst fucking job ever. I was considered a huge nerd and outcast because I watched the Game of Thrones show. They were that fucking normie there.
Brush it off and tell yourself
>I bet he's being cucked as we speak
Always did it for me, it probably helped there were rumors of my foreman's divorce being because he was actually cucked.
It doesn't work, Anon. I thought I was finally over being sensitive because I hadn't cried for two years. One random person insulted me and I started crying in public. It just builds up.
Working at mcdees
Never really eaten there before, and i was a kfc man who just got chicken, so no idea what they sell
Have to memorise a million different burgers and make them in 10 SECONDS, THAT WAS THE REAL RECOMMENDED TIME
BUT I AM A MERE HUMAN SIR PLEASE LET MY TENDER FINGERS REST FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
>God cant help you on the line anon
They called the burger making place "The line"
Felt like i was going into death row
Man I fucking hate that though:
>off-handed, insulting comments
"Okay well it would be a major reaction if I blew up over a single comment"
"Can you please fucking knock it off?"
>Weeelll look whose finally standing up for themselves
I can relate.
>worked at a fast food place in high school
>got hit by a car and it scrambled my brains a bit
>go back to work and have trouble speaking properly anymore so I can't work the till or the drivethrough anymore
>keep messing up orders because my brain interprets the words wrong or I can't seem to get my hands to do what I tell them or I completely forget the order
>get so many complaints that I end up fired two days after I went back
I guess it's a good thing I don't spend much. Looking forward to a life spent alone, in a dark apartment, with no friends, no lover, and eventually no family, just living off of disability. Shoutout to the drunk sorority girl who ruined my life.
>bitch supervisor pulls me into her office
>she doesn't like a comment I made over the walkie
>proceeds to tell me I have a shit personality and that everyone hates me
>another manager is in the room doing nothing about this
>the beating goes on for almost 10 minutes
>I get dismissed
>catch up with other manager asking why he didn't intervene? That was clearly hostile
>says he'll report to higher up
>go above management head and wrote a letter to corporate hr
>using words like hostile work environment and retaliation
>bitch gets fired
>Working as a grocery store clerk
>Big sale on baskets of peaches
>We sell out by 4pm
>Fattest man I've ever seen waddles in and DEMANDS to know where the peaches are
>Tell him we're all sold out for the day
>He absolutely flips his shit and shouts at me to get a manager
>Never had to do this before, don't know how to use the paging system and was too nervous to have my voice go through the whole store
>Couldn't find any coworkers either
>Go to the backshop and panic in the cooler for 10 minutes
>Go back out, fat guy is gone
>Continue working as normal but a little shaken
It's like I completely shut down once I start getting yelled at. My head swims and I can't focus anymore.
my theory on banter like that is that it is both joking but also a way of finding the beta in the group to make yourself a higher status.
You're supposed to banter back showing that you aren't the guy that takes all the abuse.
>coworker used to date a really fat girl
>said he missed her a bit
>today we're making small talk and I ask a different coworker if he's ever had a "girl that got away"
>coworker from before said he has
>"Oh the fat one, right?"
just subtle jabs show them that you are able to take the abuse and dish it out as well.
>had a job after college in a production line in a hot-as-fuck warehouse
>8 hours with 2 ten minute breaks and a 30 minute lunch
>doing the exact same shit for hours on end
>worked at the start of the line for the first 3 days
>2nd day the place runs out of boxes for the production, everyone gets sent home before lunch
>3rd day, I get set sent home after 15 minutes because someone else is sick and they can't send the same person home twice
>4th day I'm at the end of the line, working with a Mexican guy stacking the product on pallets
>literally no time to take a breather
>skinny skeletal frame was too slow and couldn't stack 20lbs of shit the right way AND quick at the same time
>just got in my car and left at break time
Fuck physical labor, I would've put a bullet in my head if I had to do that for 40 hours a week
I worked landscape with no previous experience, small build and a joker. I got a ton of bants, most of it was funny as hell but a couple of guys couldnt stand me.
god we so alike animals
Worked at a fine dining restaurant as a dishwasher that was always running out of supplies and hot water. My coworkers were assholes and idiots, when we ran out of hot water and was busy he helped me wash dishes in the sinks and the motherfucker put bleach in the water. You don't use bleach to dishwash. So because I didn't speak up I got so fucking sick from the bleach. Eventually quit because I was tired of their shit and them treating me like I was retarded.
>Working at mcdonalds
>worked there for a long time
>almost always there on time, never called out, drove people home, stayed extra, etc
>after working there for 20 months, I get really sick
>have to call out
>they say some bullshit, don't care
>end up going to hospital
>next day get parents to go to job with proof of hospitalization
>cunt GM says it still counts as a no-call no-show even though I almost died in the hospital
>they tried so desperately to get me to stay
>quit the day I get out of the hospital and never look back
>feel perfectly fine
>feel great actually
>feels like i'm smiling
>people always ask what's wrong because I look bothered or depressed in reality
I just cant i to smiling. I think I am, I feel great but apparentaly I look pussed or upset and people always gove me shit for it no matter how many times I say otherwise.
>made the mistake of working a 12 hour shift while suffering from withdrawal
>start blacking out, shuddering, and muttering to myself unknowingly
>hot and cold flashes
>literally incapable of completing sentences
>stare at people with a mixture of dread and amusement
>sweeping for the first time
>Mexican cooks laugh at me because I'm doing it wrong
>Nice old Mexican dude shows me how to properly do it
>He doesn't speak English so his explaining is awkward
>Still fuck up every time I have to sweep/mop
>Beaners bully me every time
Only reason I haven't been fired is because I'm great at taking orders. Why don't they just let me do that all day?
how can you fuck up at sweeping
were you using the handle to sweep or some shit
Is that how factories are in the states?
I'm a britfag and my dad got me a summer job in his factory for 2 years. Mostly old boys who are kinda lazy and keep to themselves. Definitely no aggression apart from silly banter.
Ausfag here. I had a similar experience. I worked for a day at shitty mall cafe with a Persian manager. The guy could barely speak or understand English. Whenever you spoke to him you had to be very slow and precise though he'd rarely understand anyway. Talking to him over the phone was an ordeal. I'd have to repeat myself at least three times before he figured out what I was saying.
Other than that he was a likable guy... Until he flipped out at a coworker over some petty shit. He had been out of the store for most of the day and when he returned apparently there were not enough sliced tomatoes or something. He immediately went ballistic, screaming in the back of this tiny food court stall. Customers walking by could hear and stopped to ask what was going on.
I left afterward and never went back. The stall was closed a while after.
>Currently working at a local winery
>Spend all day bottling wine, and packaging it
>Easy, but boring as fuck so I just listen to audiobooks all day as I do it
>5 other coworkers are older people that just do their job all day and don't talk a whole lot
>Free wine at the end of each week
It's actually been pretty good, senpai
>be working in the meat department of a small grocery store
>been there about a month, it's just me one night
>there's also a seafood case that I have to watch and bag things that customers want
>guy wants a bag n bake order
>didn't even know we offered that, managers never even mentioned it to me or showed me how to do it
>don't know where the bags are, stumbling through the whole thing, don't know where the spices are
>eventually put all the ingredients in the bag and hand it over to him
At least the guy was chill and patient, I asked about it the next day and was shown how to do it, I was suppose to seal the bag but I didn't do it, so it probably didn't even bake properly but fuck it, could've gone a lot worse if he were an asshole
>work in juvenile detention center
>this little half-breed shit who was tried as an adult and was gonna be in big boy jail once he was old enough for shooting a gun into a house
>knows his life was pretty much over so he would always be a huge pain in the ass
>be a bit slow at learning things but can hold my own generally when working at a kitchen
>lazy fuckers start working with me
>make two of them hate my guts because I'm always on their ass when they're dozing off
>mfw get the heat off me completely because there's three retards everyone agrees that are just complete shit at their job
>one quits because of me
>quit later on
>hear he started working there again
And when I mean lazy, I mean fucking lazy.
>Thinking of taking a paper with pictures to help me
>Sign up for a painting and decorating apprenticeship because literally no jobs in my area
>Pay is shit, hours are shit, work is shit, getting all the cuck jobs because I'm new
>Working on a housing estate on my first day, get told to sand down all the doors of every house so the painters can come in and paint straight over it
>Apparently I'm taking too long to do this as some Chad comes up to me and says, "Okay this is painful to watch," before he snatches the sandpaper from me and rubs this door down
>Gives me this smug grin as he hands back the paper
>I continue sanding these doors, make my way up the other side of the street now
>Same Chad from before is doing something else on the same house I'm working on, out of nowhere he just says "Did you put deodorant on today? I can smell you from here"
>Decide I've had enough - I just pick up my bag and start walking off-site
>Get stopped by 3 or 4 other Chads who ask where I'm going
>Heart is thrashing as I tell them I just have to get something from my car
>They don't believe me but they don't stop me either - one even tells me to watch out for the boss
>Get in my car and drive home where I damn near burst into tears in front of my dad
I cancelled my training the next day, where I was asked by yet another Chad why I was quitting. I just made up some lie about not wanting to do that for a living or something. Thankfully I'm a bit more thick-skinned now.
Man, that feel. I never liked that feel. So little pay for what you do, the work sucks so much dick you have to check out to survive
I work at a fast food place. Half the crew are just pretty chill stoners. Even the managers are laid back. One night shift manager in particular hot boxed with us in his truck while we were waiting to for another worker to get done. Best $7.50 an hour job I will ever have.
HOLY SHIT! Thats 100% me. Sitting around at home, fearing the next day. I was good in school, I'm good at collage. But as soon as i have to do real work my brain just fucks around with me and i fuck up everything. Feels like my brain is empty and filled with cotton. Holy fucking shit. I hope this will not happen while working a real job in an office.
I work retail, the only part I can't stand is having to deal with shoplifters.
It's halfway impossible to actually catch them because of the shitty laws, many of them are junkies and might knife you, and the store is staffed very limited so it's almost always a 1 on 1 deal.
>cart pusher at Costco
>have no rope because other cart pushers keep losing it
>pushing 15 carts because it's extremely busy
>car backs up and I ram into him
>his air bags go off and he gets a nose bleed
>management decided the driver was at fault after talking to the police and reviewing security footage
>next day rumor has it I beat the guy up
>everyone suddenly afraid of me and becomes distant
>quit job because every time I went it was like going to awkward land
>work as dishwasher
>put me alone on closing on my second day, only made it because Italian chef bro helps me out
>they ALWAYS want me to go faster
>I can't go any faster without risking breaking the plates
I quit as soon as I started having dreams about washing dishes.
>Letting a redneck fuck up everyone's water supply because Cletus wants an outhouse overlooking the shore
go home, /pol/
Here's a tip for braking the ice at a new work place.
The first week or two in there, buy a few pizzas for everyone at lunch. Obviously it won't work with every job, but it's a great way of getting off on the right foot.
Now, slip into conversation that you know a guy who was on his last day, so he gave you a massive discount and you thought it'd be nice to treat everyone at work.
That way you won't come off as a try hard, but you'll still be a good dude.
This is off-topic so I'm sorry but:
>go to bookstore
>see ~7 year old girl setting up chess set
>ask if she wants to play
>we get a decent game going, I teach her about not putting your knights on the edges
>woman comes up to me and tells me I can't just start talking to little girls
>my fucking face when
If anyone gives you shit, firmly tell them to please point out/describe the vegetables. If need be, tell them about your vegetableautism, its no big deal. Either they're a regular and they'll accommodate you or you'll never see them again. I'd still bring in that paper, though.
I got called into the managers office to inform me that I had apparently disturbed coworkers with my B.O.
I wanted to die, I still want to die when I think about it
I had forgotten to wash the one outfit I had for work one time, I had been bathing and using deodorant too, from there on out I washed my shit immediately after I got home and started taking several showers a day
When I was a kid we were dirt poor and I was an autist so I was the "smelly kid", that moment in the workplace as an adult hit me in a place so deep an vulnerable that I didn't know it was even still there, I remember almost crying over the grill.
Fuck I want to die.
I hate when asshole coworkers "joke around" by acting like cunts and being rude as fuck and when you call them out on it they were only joking. Whats even worse is when they bitch and co.plain by half joking about something and when you call them out on it they say that they were just fucking with you.
>first training day
>waiting for training guy
>have earphone in my ear, but music is off
>hear two girls,my future co-workers whispering "this pig will be working with us?''
>stand and walk away
>Have very specific issues with remembering the names of certain vegetables
I have the exact job wojak has in the thread pic.
See, this is why if you're a sperglord and have the dexterity of an 80 year old man, and you're have to work a low paying job, you should work as a security guard. If you shave regularly and you're not some degenerate covered in piercings and tattoos you're good. Only thing you gotta watch out for is not doing odd shit.
Also not overstepping your authority like video related.
I still work at dairy queen and I had it worse except I stuck with it because I needed money badly. It's been almost 7 months. I actually work a double tomorrow so I can't really talk much cuz I'm about to sleep so hopefully someone makes a thread tomorrow night and I'll post all about my horrendous time at dairy queen.
Fuck blizzards and that flip em or theyre free policy.
>Fuck blizzards and that flip em or theyre free policy.
isn't this just an inventive way the company can tell the customer to go fuck themselves?
like, if you actually do try to flip them and they "fail" the test, won't the icecream just plop onto the floor?
i suppose they'd give you another one, but... what if that one fails, too?
I worked in a back of house at a Texas Roadhouse and spilled a 35lb bucket of ranch dressing on me when I was taking it off of a shelf because someone didn't put the lid on properly. Took like 3 days for me to stop feeling like ranch
You're a fucking pussy. Why didn't you ask Chad to show you how to do it effectively?
This is terrible fucking advice. Buying pizzas for people so they can like you? You know you can just try to act like you are interested in them and they'll do the same for you.
I had no idea people actually flipped them to see if they would slide out. Like where do you do it? Right at the counter? In their cars?
>get door to door sales job
>accidentally interupt manager on second day
>get absolutely destroyed in front of everyone
>still survived while heaps of others got fired
>tfw had to quit because employers were cunts
Got a new job but it's commission only. Hoping to fuck I start making sales
>tfw no 7 year old daughterfu too young to understand the world and likes you even though you're an ugly sack of shit
>have a job as office manager
>get shit pay because its an apprenticeship
>also have big debt because my mother used my name to buy shit but never paid it
>go to boss and ask him if he can lend me money
>tell him my story and start to cry like a baby
>he listens to me and then says he understands
>stop crying but face is big red
>instead of a loan he raises my pay by double
>still work for him
>teenage girls constantly coming over to stand near me at the pool
>I'm not even looking at them, just standing their resting
>their mom comes over and shouts at me to back off or tells them to move away from me
this is the worst feeling. do I really look like such a creep...
>ringing businesses to sign people up to a charity
>tfw people are rude
>tfw people hang up on you midsentence
>tfw people let you start talking then put the phone down until you hang up
People are pretty rude for what is supposed to be a charity
>tfw lazy as fuck
>tfw do bare minimum in job to get by
>tfw managers always reminding me what to do because i dont care enough to try
>tfw cant get fired or lose hours because we're understaffed as fuck
>tfw always other hardworking people to pick up the slack for me
>tfw pretend to care and try to defend myself to put up the impression that i care
>tfw actually just show up to collect my free money
fuck wendys desu senpai
>make resume with a resume creator online that cost me $1
>spend about an hour and a half editing and revising it
>go on craigslist
>look up cooking jobs
>spam reply my resume to 30 different places
>an hour later get an interview (it's 2am)
>5 hours later
>phone literally non-stop ringing
>by the end of the day have 8 different interviews scheduled
christ it's a joke
First day at my longest held job where I eventually reached the manager position I had to clean up a 60 ft trail of dribbling shit some homeless guy lead around the store.
Thank god I was a supervisor at least
My first interview is in 2-hours, which is the one I really hope works out. It's a 9-5 cooking for old people. $12/hr, benefits AND paid time off.
I actually worked very hard as a cook. You guys complain about not know what lettuce looks like, try busting ass 12 hours a day with no breaks. Picking up inventory that weighs 100-150lbs over your head stacking boxes in a freezer below 0c. Cleaning on your hands and knees and being dirty as fuck every day you come home. And having to ride your bike through rain, freezing winds and extreme 115f heat because no car.
Yea, I'm a wage cuck. But I appreciate all I've learned working so hard. It's taught me a lot.
pro tip: you can stretch the truth a little bit
Do you think being a cashier at sears was difficult? it was easy as fuck, but I made it "sound" difficult. All true though.
Making a resume and talking about yourself using details goes a long way.
Not sure what wagie means, but reading that got me a little upset because I had people who worked for me who were as incompetent as yourself. But it's also my fault for hiring shitty people that I already know who are shit just to fill out a few weeks of work until another suitable applicant is found.
I worked as a waiter, the other waiters were assholes, and the managers were always complaining that I was slow, but the cooks, who were undenyably the hardest working of the bunch, fucking loved me.
They made me excellent meals and sneaked toem to me for lunch break when the manager was out
you guys rock.
It's because cooking positions are always available because of the massive turnover rate. And because I assume you live in a city, which helps a lot -- not to mention that you have several years in the industry.
Living in a small town could be very suffering for employment search.
>In my opinion cashier is easiest job.
This. But that doesn't mean it's easy...
Anyway, cooks always get the short end of the stick. Buried under orders, falling behind, getting your toes pressed to the fire if you go too slow but getting berated by entitled shit customers if you speed up and make the slightest mistake.
Like, if I fuck something up, fine, tell me and I'll fix it, but when customers/the manager act like it's the end of the fucking world when their McDik has ketchup on it, it boggles my mind. Why is it such a big deal?
>computer sales prices, total purchases and processed payments
You used the cash register?
>maintained knowledge of promotions, etc.
Listening to general gossip or just overhearing other staff talking?
I work at a failing suburban convenience store. It's a shitty, dirty place, but since it's only me and one 15 year old kid working the checkout, I get to be alone most of the time, and hardly ever deal with customers besides the wierd-ass regulars that are pretty much my only friends. Truly a robot's paradise.
I know it's shitty and intimidating but when shit like this happens you just gotta be polite to your manager and say "hey can you just help me out this first time" I get they can be cunts but there's literally no logical reason for them not to
what is 'shit work' exactly? just because something is difficult doesn't mean it's shit. my pay, that was shit. but doing 'shit work' builds up your knowledge, your strength and overall your value.
here's a neat little tip you can google if you like:
(Most) Chefs don't hire young 20-somethings straight out of school. They hire guys with 5, 10, 15 years of on the job experience. It all adds up my friend. And bitches love men that cook.
This is why I absolutely hate being near children and treat them like they have the plague.
There was one story of a father taking his daughter to the park and a bunch of helicopter moms called the cops on him. He had to give the cops fucking proof that she was really his daughter.
dude I rang people up and sold credit cards.
you can take the most boring shit you've ever done and stretch it waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out without lying at all. even if you do lie, noones gunna even ask about it unless it's the position you're going for.
it's good shit dude
Nah, he's just telling you what he does at work, because you insinuated all he did was watch food.
Stop crying like a little babby-man. Stop posting.
>but getting berated by entitled shit customers if you speed up and make the slightest mistake.
I eat at McDonalds all the time, what annoys me most is how they don't employ men up front, and all the managers are greasy gel-haired Pak-men.
If they make you go anyhow, go slow and careful and if you can't figure something out run back with a question. Usually that will trigger lazy bossmen to move their asses and help.
Also story-kun should have told his manager asap about the beer problems. Single customers don't matter as much as all the problems you'll run into from fucking up your stock and machinery.
>have 90 minute class
>around noon and the kids had lunch afterwards
>get plan for about 30 minutes worth of stuff to do by usual teacher
>kids refused to do anything
>no idea what to do
>demanding to quit class sooner
If someone accuses you of being a pedo, its acceptable to crack their jaw.
He probably called the police and told them about a 'suspicious person' like the snivelling goodboy he is.
Where is this shop m8? I want to make this cunt's life miserable.
>join the army because no money for college
>have fun in germany for a year
>have fun in iraq for a year
>only get hit by 4 ieds
>hearing sucks and i cant see at night but its not that bad at all
>bullshit on cognitive test after deployment
>get diagnosed with tbi
>tell psychologist i have nightmares where im back in iraq
>its true but in my nightmares my sergeant is yelling at me for forgetting to check tire pressure or something before a mission
>get diagnosed with ptsd
>get out of army
>$3000 a month for the rest of my life for free
>even if i find a job i can do
>go to college for 4 years for free in a country where thats not normal
>get $1100 a month extra just for being in school
>never spent my sign up bonus of $21000 after taxes
>get free medical and dental for life in a country where thats not normal
>have pretty chill life
>all i do is play vidya, rock climbing, and scuba
>get my dog certified as ptsd dog so i can take her anywhere i want
>life is awesome
>everybody wants my life
>i dont know if i should even bother with a job
I don't want to ruin the parlour itself, just the manager. If everyone thinks its run by pedos, the local kids will lose out from their neurotic, hand-wringing spastic parents' paranoia.
if you're a girl you can just masturbate online and make more than all these people combined
I thought maybe it was like bennie=benjamin franklin=$100 bill=100% disabled
I also applied for social security in December and am waiting on results. Could be gettin gan extra $1000 a month if it goes through. VFW guy says it almost certainily will since I'm already 100% disabled rated
do volenteering for a few months, get some qualifications and you're set.
>Work at pizza place
>Angry drunk old faggot with shitty phone ordering
>Forced to ask him to repeat himself constantly
>He just gets fucking mad as shit
>Getting his credit card info is a nightmare
>After about 30 minutes we're almost done
>He asks how long the pizza will take to get there
>I tell him about 30 minutes
>"30 minutes? I can't wait 30 fucking minutes for a pizza!"
I wanted to go to his address and strangle him I was so mad
my first job was in a grocery store. started as a bagger/cart jockey. Moved up to janitor. janitor was the best. I'd sleep in the utility closet for half an hour then sweep the whole store. wait until i hear a code 2 or 3 on the PA and go clean it up. Sometimes I'd make spills just so I'd have something to do. I'd go in the back with the dairy guy and smoke pot. He was queer as a 3 dollar bill and i think he wanted my balls but he was cool.
This was the start of my path towards not doing shit and getting paid for it that culminated in me bullshitting the VA
I had to work at a deli and I was put onto the meat section with ZERO training
lines of people asking me to handcut meat off the bone perfectly while they all watched
The most excruciating time in my life mentally desu
I quit that job.
>for some reason Iw as thinking crushed sweetcorn=lettuce
stop falling for the wage labor meme
stop falling for the embarrassed millionaire meme
>When I was a kid we were dirt poor and I was an autist so I was the "smelly kid", that moment in the workplace as an adult hit me in a place so deep an vulnerable that I didn't know it was even still there, I remember almost crying over the grill.
I don't even have a reaction image sympathetic enough to post here. I'm sorry bro, I was the same way a kid
I'm gonna find your workplace one day anon, and i'll have fun with it
How do you even get into evening security work? I thought you would have to have a lot of training/experience to get into security, since they're trusting you to keep some place safe.
You aren't trusted to keep the place safe, just to observe and report. If you are security and you get youself into a dangerous situation, than you are an idiot. Never risk your life for such a shitty job. You see anything going down while your security, leave the area immediately and call police.
Damn, it really is the ideal job. I kept thinking it was one of those patrolling and "fight off the very rare invader" jobs, which made me question how robots could do it since they flinch at their own reflections.
She's certified as a service dog. All she has to do is perform 2 functions. 1 is being there to calm me down if I'm having a flashback/trigger/ptsd freakout or whatever. The 2nd is being able to detect my anxiety. So basically just the things that dogs do by way of being a dog.
In return she gets to wear a cute little vest that says don't feed don't pet no eye contact and I get to take her anywhere.
I work at target. I started in softlines folding clothes and shit. Sometimes I'd play operator and have to answer the phones all day or night while managing the fitting room which sucked because it gave me really bad anxiety being on the walkie all day directing calls. I worked with all women who were catty and gossiped constantly. I got on the presentations team not too long ago which is awesome. Came with a raise too.
It is easygoing for the most part, but they pile a lot of work on you and you absolutely have to interact with customers (or as they call them guests) if you work the salesfloor. My bosses love me though because I get shit done which is the only way I can manage anxiety (i.e. be too busy to let it fester).
Landscaping was the worst but the guy I worked for was pretty chill though he yells time to time I only worked for 4 weeks in the fall years back
>worked all day if we had more than 4 houses to do
>some peoples houses had huge yards so it took hours to get all the leaves blown, grass cut and clean the backyard
>feet and hands always got blisters
>everyone I worked with was a Chad, I was a neet for three years before starting so I stuck out
>would always fuck up starting the leaf blower I knew how to turn it on but I didn't know when to turn choke on or off
>would get the occasional "anon" it goes like this you fucking retard
>still fuck up forget some things but know how most of it works
>when I come home limbs sore blisters on hands and feet, leaves, dirt in shoes, shirt
On the bright side my boss allowed me to use him as a reference so I did get something out of it and I got a couple hundred bucks depending on whose house we did
I might make it hopefully
>work layby at kmart
>customer wants to make their payment over the phone
>never been trained in anything
>"uhhhh what's your credit card number?"
>"I'm not telling you that."
>"uhhh please hold"
>look for hold button but can't find it
>just leave phone sitting on desk
>hope she hangs up one me
>hour later i hang up phone without checking if she is still there
I hated my job
>Me like every day: "Uhh, which box do I put this label on again?"
>Coworker: "UNREAL, ANON. UNREAL! You've been working here for two months and you still don't know how? The new guy's only been here for four days and he already has it down. UNREAL."
>Other coworker: "Yeah! So shameful!"
>Customer asks me about shit on the menu and what ingredients are in each meal item
>"Umm, I have no idea... I've never eaten it or seen it made or anything... s-sorry."
The correct solution is to tell the customer that you have to check.
You dont just tell them you dont know dont be so obtuse like fucks sake.
This is super simple stuff.
Also dont fucking stutter you know god damn well how to speak english.
I work for CVS, and it's fucking stressful. People are fucking retards and think we have a say in what their insurance charges. They yell and get angry when they cant get refills. They dont understand that they cant get their medication the second they drop off a prescription because at least 20 people are before them. They want us to call them on their cell phone to let them know their meds are ready(should be automatic). CVS and walgreens are the most stressful places. If you find a good small town pharmacy in publix or kroger or wherever, work there.
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>LOL ANON, WE HAVEN'T TRAINED YOU TO DO THIS THING BUT IT'S SIMPLE AND WE COULD HAVE TRAINED YOU AT ANY TIME BUT JUST NEVER GOT AROUND TO IT BECAUSE IT'S SOMETHING THAT'S ONLY IMPORTANT 1% OF THE TIME YOU WORK HERE AND THERE'S LIKE 6 OTHER TASKS THAT TAKE ABOUT THE SAME AMOUNT OF TIME TO LEARN THAT ARE EQUALLY SPARSE IN YOUR DUTIES BUT JEEZ
>HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO DO IT? YOU MUST BE THE DUMBEST PERSON FOR NOT KNOWING HOW!