How shit is your job?
Me? I'm an aged care nurse.
under-paid.
under-staffed.
under-appreciated.
seeing a trend?
there are also a million reasons that overtake all this bad and make me love my job and enjoy going to it everyday.
but this is thread is about hating your job - or a past job.
that you should probably just get a job here, at the cult?
I like my current place of work better than any job I've ever had...
...and I clean pee off bathroom floors and scrub shitty toliets.
I love it, the people I meet are awesome, the gals I work with are extraordinary, my job completes me...
I used to work at McDonalds. That was hell.
Comparatively, my supermarket job is fantastic. The people, staff and customers, are pretty great and the hours are decent. I get paid reasonably well, too.
How have people not learned yet that they will never not bitch about a job?
I like this sentence.
oh, great fun.
I like my job it has a lot of variety and stuff...I can fill in for almost every position staffed in the evening. I get to be outside at night and explore the transcendental properties of asphalt parking lots.
I'm over qualified. I make thirteen cents over minimum wage working in back breaking conditions. Considering the future medical expenses, I am actually loosing money. Working thirty hours a week while going to school for over forty gives me no time for sleep or a social life. I make about $160.00 a week, I have to make small talk with strangers, I am constantly multitasking between three or four little jobs while filling in for anyone who doesn't show up. Nobody else who does my job has even a slight clue what to do. People are always inconsiderate. One of my supervisors is under the impression I am mentally retarded.
I work hard...I'm doing the work of three people. I should at least be getting paid enough for one person.
Don't mind my job that much but since the global economic crisis and people being made redundant etc etc, I have way too much work to complete in 40 hours a week. I've been doing 50-55 hours a week for the last 18 months. That includes 5 hours on Saturday morning which is not ideal. I think the heavy workload is giving me a brain tumour.
I enjoy my job, it's just the people I have to work with that piss me off. They just don't fucking care. And it's so hard to give a shit, when everyone around you doesn't. The managers do, of course, and a couple others, but that's it. Even the retarded kid tries harder than most of these people. I've been there a year and a half, and I am better at doing this job than people who have been there for 6 or 7. And seriously, one of these people treats customers like they are a nuisance. She fucks up so many things, I don't understand why she still works there.
I don't mind my job (barmaid) too much, it's just the fucking customers I hate.
What I have shown you is reality. What you remember... that is the illusion.
Ha! We had a bit of a discussion about the use of the word 'barmaid' in the actual conversations thread. I knew that I wasn't the only person to use it.
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Ha! We had a bit of a discussion about the use of the word 'barmaid' in the actual conversations thread. I knew that I wasn't the only person to use it.
Aha really? What else are you meant to call it? ;o
What I have shown you is reality. What you remember... that is the illusion.
Well Frank was telling a story that involved a Polish 'bartender' and I assumed that he was referring to a dude, which made the story somewhat confusing. Apparently Americans stopped using the term 'barmaid' sometime around 1876.
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i forgot to mention i work with a bunch of immature, nosy, needy, antagonistic assholes who like to pester me when i've only been awake for 2 hours and then they act like i'm doing something wrong when i get mad. the maturity level where i work is pretty damn low and everyone here is drinking age.
Only been awake for 2 hours? Man it takes you a long time to wake up in the morning.
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i wake up, get ready for work in 10 minutes, drive to work in 30 minutes, and sit here until i get coffee or drugs or something to wake me up. i'm not functioning until about 10am or so.
Well, who's problem is that? Wake up hard, retard!
you're talking about a complete lifestyle change!
I'm sorta the same way. When I wake up, I'm awake, but rarely do I want to speak to anyone. I just feel like being alone, and so when people need me to talk or interact, I get annoyed.
I actually really like my job. It's probably the best one I've ever had. I nanny for a 14 month old. His parents are really laid back and fairly hip.
The job I had before this was a nightmare, very "Nanny Diaries." Viz:
-the dad said he'd give me $100 if I got his wife's dog to bite one of the babies, as he wanted the dog put down but she wouldn't let him do it.
-I lived in the suburbs, and I wasn't allowed to take the babies anywhere that I couldn't walk to. We didn't even live within walking distance of a park. I made friends with one of the moms on the street and would bring the babies over for playdates, until the mom found out and told me she "didn't approve" of that family.
-A black family moved in down the street and they wondered aloud how that would affect their property values. Bitch, this is Florida. There are black people.
-After I left, I found out that they'd been reading all of my emails, myspace posts, Cult posts, etc., and listening in on some of my phone conversations. So I don't even have a reference for the year I was there, because I said some admittedly terrible things about them.
There is hope, but not for us.
Woah, Jane, haha. Creepy stuff. O__O
I want to be your medicine
I want to feed the sparrow in your heart
Used to work at an animal hospital for almost five years. Tons of shit to deal with, stupid ass co-workers and actual dog shit. The owner's father(a former marine) would give me tons of shit.
Actual photo of me still posted on my work's website. Look how miserable I was.
But I quit that job and am now unemployed.
My brand new 2011 halloween comp:
http://soundcloud.com/brosupremo/hallowmix-2-the-deadening/s-BKf8z
My job was an existential black hole of suck, so I quit it.
"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities."
Actual photo of me still posted on my work's website. Look how miserable I was.
But I quit that job and am now unemployed.
It looks like a people prison and the dog is taking YOU out for a walk...
It's kind of tough to be vague about my job and effectively gripe about what I dislike. I'm an executive at a mid-size privately held company, most of the time love what I am SUPPOSED to do all day, but hate the people and things that distract me from it.
One person, in particular--I have dreams of murdering him in slow torturous ways, mutilating his body, and burying him in a shallow grave so forest creatures will devour what ever's left of him.
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Actual photo of me still posted on my work's website. Look how miserable I was.
But I quit that job and am now unemployed.
It looks like a people prison and the dog is taking YOU out for a walk...
To tell you the truth, I posed for this picture for the website and out of maybe 5 takes, this was the best one.
It was probably taken on a Monday.
My brand new 2011 halloween comp:
http://soundcloud.com/brosupremo/hallowmix-2-the-deadening/s-BKf8z
I envisioned you saying this with a giant smile, wide (psychotic) eyes, and sparkly butterflies dancing around you. In the woods of course.
I envisioned you saying this with a giant smile, wide (psychotic) eyes, and sparkly butterflies dancing around you. In the woods of course.
I can't help it. The man has been torturing all of us for the past 8 years talking about retiring, promising us it will happen at the end of the year, and when that time comes, he keeps working. The dude gets paid more than I do, works 2 days a week, gets about 3 months paid vacation, and a company truck. Oh and he's been caught downloading porn on his work computer. I really just want him gone so I can take over his gig. Screw this actually making an effort crap. 
You'll need to see a healthcare provider to find out if christipants is right for you. If you're a man who uses nitrate drugs, like nitroglycerine (drugs commonly used for the treatment of chest pains), never take christipants. Your blood pressure could suddenly drop to an unsafe or life-threatening level. christipants must never be used by men taking nitrates of any kind, any time. Other medications may interact with christipants and change the way christipants works. Like many medications, your healthcare provider may have to adjust your initial christipants dosage if it doesn't produce the desired results or you're bothered by side effects. -monkeywright
A friend of mine works at one and it makes him miserable, but he's one the the nicest, happiest people ever so they can only hold him down so much. He told me they wanted him to chop off a frozen dog's head in some sort of guillotine to see if it had rabies. He ain't getting paid $9.45 an hour to mutilate frozen pooches.
And the guillotine thing doesn't do the work for you. He would have had to have pulled with all his strength to get it to cut through. He ended up telling his boss 'gimme a raise or the dog remains in one piece'. His boss then cut the dog's head off herself.
I'm enjoying self-employment. I set my own hours, or I will one of these days, when I get around to it.
"They sold you hippies grunge, hip hop, now liberty activism."
A friend of mine works at one and it makes him miserable, but he's one the the nicest, happiest people ever so they can only hold him down so much. He told me they wanted him to chop off a frozen dog's head in some sort of guillotine to see if it had rabies. He ain't getting paid $9.45 an hour to mutilate frozen pooches.
And the guillotine thing doesn't do the work for you. He would have had to have pulled with all his strength to get it to cut through. He ended up telling his boss 'gimme a raise or the dog remains in one piece'. His boss then cut the dog's head off herself.
I'm enjoying self-employment. I set my own hours, or I will one of these days, when I get around to it.
I saw them chop off several dog heads and I usually had to bag the remains and haul 'em off to the freezer.
Same with necropsies. I was the bag man over there. You get used to seeing dead dogs and cats. We needed the pet cemetary to pick up three times a week, our freezer would get so full.
My brand new 2011 halloween comp:
http://soundcloud.com/brosupremo/hallowmix-2-the-deadening/s-BKf8z
so no job or six?
everyone likes theirs jobs. it's weird. you're meant to hate it, ritt said, well i think it was him, it was some kind of pesimistic comment about how everyone will always hate their job, i think it was an attempt to make this thread look dumb and kill it, must've been ritt.
anyway, i love my job. i could go on and on about all the reasons why this job i am in now, is fantastic. and i can actually see myself in this job long-term, where as with all my previous jobs, i've simply hated them and either got fired or quit real quick.
but this thread is for venting. so vent, damn it. your boss won't read this. unless of course you work at the cult, then they might. but this isn't about the parts of your job you like. it's about the parts you hate. so hop to it kids!
and tell us what it is you actually do.
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Jane's right, shit does stay around. Not that I'm worried, but I got it out of my system, so that's enough for me.
I was gonna point out that this seems to have turned into an "I Love My Job" thread, but Matt already said it. So I guess this post is pretty unnecessary.
[Rant] I don't have a job [/Rant]
"A celibate clergy is an especially good idea, because it tends to suppress any hereditary propensity toward fanaticism." -Carl Sagan
"Am I cruel? Probably. Is she an idiot? Yes." -jane s.
nope. reiteration is a good thing. makes me sound like less of a twat.
and chris seemed to get us back on track pretty fast with the name calling of the boss and all.
the management system at my work is absurd. there are way too many chiefs and not enough indians. and in the end, the people lose out. the ones we're looking after. your mother, and father, and nan and pop, they're the ones not getting their shitty nappies changed for two hours because staffing is so low. it's horrendous. not too mention there are just so many fat, unhealthy, bitter nurses now, because of this. the morale just drops and then you have an industry of people that don't give a shit, "caring" for people. besides all that, tell me a jobt that is physically difficult as well as mentally difficult and dirty. like poo-wee-vomit-enemas-mucus-open fleshy pressure area wounds dirty that gets paid under 20 an hour. it's a joke. a fucking joke. and it's in humane on both counts.
sorry, six. what are you qualifications? you obviously want a job. what would you like to do?
manager of the cult?
There's this one manager where I'm at, she's got some stupid name with a fucking number in it. She thinks she's hot shit, but really, she doesn't do anything other than stir up trouble.
but this thread is for venting. so vent, damn it. your boss won't read this.
You must not have read my post. Shit you say on the internet stays around, you know.
There is hope, but not for us.
part of my last job entailed knocking on guests doors from 8am to see whether they've consumed anything from the minibar.
it pretty much felt like that minesweeper game. if the rooms weren't empty, then most of them would be occupied with cranky guests exploding in your face [no, not that kind of explosion you sicko].
the minibar-fridges that smelt like bad cheese. the cussing. the hairy benetton of appendages. i hated it. though i'd have to admit that the aggressive/naked ones took the monotony out of the job.
yeah, doing that several times a week for 200+ rooms twice per day makes you a sort of masochist.
i like my job....i like to think that i'm doing good things with the taxpayers money....sometimes yes...but sometimes no!!!
i really like my job back in the states....actually i just enjoy working w/the people i work with...i miss them!
On a scale of 1 to awesome I'm the sh*t.
From what I've been reading it sounds like alot of you dont have alot to complain about, you would think if someone hates their job so much they would quit and find another line of work.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for whoever has shed his blood with me shall be my brother. And those men afraid to go will think themselves lesser men as they hear of how we fought and died together.
The job I currently have is pretty good. Highest I've ever been paid! ($9.60...) Sucky thing is, I gotta trick pregnant women.
Current economic situation does not exactly promote such movement.
Don't you kill people for a living?
There is hope, but not for us.
Umm yes, yes I do, I used to find some satisfaction in it but it loses its fun after people on the same side as you start dying
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for whoever has shed his blood with me shall be my brother. And those men afraid to go will think themselves lesser men as they hear of how we fought and died together.
This thread is ironic right now, because this morning I was semi-heightened and came to the realization that I gotta find easy ways of making money now unless I wanna exit college in May with thousands in debt and nothing to show for it. I'mma buy things in bulk and sell them on ebay and see where that takes me. I've been running numbers on such activities the past hour or so, seems pretty solid.
"They sold you hippies grunge, hip hop, now liberty activism."
how can i complain about my job?
boss: hey is there anything for me to weigh?
me: nope, there's only like 36 samples and some of them aren't even ready.
boss: ok i'm gonna go goof off some more then.
me: cool, me too.
then i was sitting there in the breakroom drinking some coffee and every new girl walked past to go to the restroom near the breakroom, one after the other. it was funny shit. i love my job.
my job is just dreadfully boring. i have to find creative ways to entertain myself. i used to do several different things and then we merged with this other lab. now i do one little job and 4 people are doing the stuff i used to do all by myself. i'm not being challenged at all and if i'm on the cult then i'm mostly likely at work. what does that tell you?