The 'My Job Sucks Ass' thread

[slacker2114]

Inspired by stlodog, new from the mind of Slackerco....it's the My Job Sucks Ass thread. In this thread, you can rant about your job and how much it pisses you off. And maybe, just maybe, you'll get some advice on how to cope with it.

Take me for example. My job isn't so bad. Sure it can be hectic at times, but it's nothing I can't handle. I drive forklift in a foundry. It's dirty, I'm working 6 days a week, 10 and a half hours a day, but I got 16 years experience driving the forklift, I get along with my fellow workers and it's pretty good pay.

BUT...

My shift is run by a totally brainless fucktard. This guy has been with the company 20 years, been a boss for 4 years and doesn't have even the slightest shred of common sense. He's close-minded, indecisive, clueless and doesn't know a drill press from a wine press. On top of all that, he thinks everyone else is as stupid as he is. This means he's constantly up your ass, telling you that the way you do your job (which works fine for you) is wrong simply because HE wouldn't do it that way. He nags, bitches and complains all night long about how bad a job you're doing, even though you're getting your job done.

But I fixed his ass. Last week, I was out of work due to bronchitis. When I went to work Thursday to pick up my check and drop off my doctor's note, he asked me what was wrong. I told him what was really wrong, but I also told him that the doc had discovered I was developing ulcers, and after several tests and a chat with a psychiatrist, they figured out my problem stems from work-related stress, specifically him. He seemed shocked by that (big surprise).

This worked out better than anticipated. I figured it would get him to leave me alone for a few days after my return. But it turns out, the day-shift foreman, who is basically his boss, got wind of this and proceeded to tear my boss a new asshole. He flipped on him about constantly hounding the guys on his crew, saying he has a great crew that puts out a lot of production, and warned my boss that if anyone on that shift quit because of my boss, there would be hell to pay. All this week, we've hardly seen him. Once in awhile, he walks around to check on everything, but he doesn't add extra work to anyone, doesn't hound anyone, bust balls, criticize or anything. A week of pure joy. I actually don't mind getting up for work again.

Ok, that's my long-winded rant. Feel free to add your own.

 

[isabeau]

glad to hear that slacker hon.... hmmm i really cant say my job sucks ass. i work for myself get it? lolol sorry i'm glad slacker that things worked out better for you hon xoxo

isabeau

to clarify about working for myself.. i was teaching private music but am on extended leave. due to some private issues

 

[TicklishLurker]

For the most part, my job's okay, but I do have some things I hate about it -

1: Lousy pay and no health insurance. One of the reasons I'm still living with my parents. If I tried to move out on what I make, I'd be homeless in a week.

2: Vindictive lazy teenage co-worker. She works a different shift then I do, but I can come in the next morning and see exactly what she has not done and when I complain (she was told recently that she had to help me out in certain areas - and still won't do it) she does things like purposely puts books in the wrong place (she recently put close to 20 biographies that I had in perfect alphabetical order in the middle of the 700s) to get back at me.

3: Moronic/lazy patrons - paticularly parents who drop their kids off, go do their own thing, and refuse to take care of their misbehaving offspring.

4: Homeless guys who keep trying to either chat us up or chat up young children. Two tried to follow a 10 year old boy home.

5: Mean patrons - we had a guy rant and rave because he was told to take his cellphone outside. I had a woman yell at me because some books were reference and couldn't be checked out. I had another guy who went into my work area and told me to get out.

6: Finding myself doing other peoples' work cause they're just "too busy." Namely keeping shelves assigned to them in order. They're suppose to do it, but they don't and eventually I have to spend an hour or two shelf reading for them.

 

[nowayjose]

But it turns out, the day-shift foreman, who is basically his boss, got wind of this and proceeded to tear my boss a new asshole.

Hehe.. that's like in a fairy-tale.. doesn't happen all too often, though. Consider yourself lucky. 🙂

 

[Tamia78]

Hey Slacker.....what IS the difference between a drill press and a wine press? ....LMAO!

--T

 

[Tamia78]

For the most part, my job's not all that bad. I work in the radiology department as the night receptionist. It pays better than it should, but I want more. That's why I'm in school now, to get a better job. So, hopefully in the next few years ya'll will be saying hi to Dr. Tamia78!!!

Like I said, the job's not hard, it's the patients. I know people are really sick sometimes, but since taking this job (been there for 3 years), I never knew people could be so darn whiny! And in the xray department, you get to see some really weird (and funny) stuff......think things shoved somewhere you normally wouldn't see them....

All in all, I do like the job, the hours aren't bad, and I get weekends off. Guess I shouldn't have even posted....this is a "I hate my job" rant...lol

--T

 

[Ticklerguy4u]

Hey Slacker.....what IS the difference between a drill press and a wine press? ....LMAO!

--T

The "Drill" Press is a newspaper for the Supervisors and The "Wine" Press is a newspaper for the Employess. Located in the Complaint Department. 😉

 

[Tamia78]

The "Drill" Press is a newspaper for the Supervisors and The "Wine" Press is a newspaper for the Employess. Located in the Complaint Department. 😉

Hah! Thanks, I can die happy now.....

 

[Knox The Hatter]

Well, hellllllllloooooooooooooooooooo, Tamia... 😎

Well, in my job, there are plenty of things to complain about, but one salient point remains...that there is no lower form of life on God's Green Earth than a car salesman...no, I'm wrong. There is! The sales manager!

The current one literally has no soul. You look in his eyes, and you see absolutely nothing. You see the back of his skull. Emptiness. The man he replaced was a spoiled little rich boy who, on occasion, was known to show up at work wearing orange corduroy pants, or a silk tie with pink and powder blue balloons on it.

My dealership is twinned, meaning two different nameplates. The sales manager on the other side of the building is a rather short, stout fellow with a terminal case of Brylcreem, a course, crass, dirty mouth, and a personal hygiene problem. One Saturday, I had to speak to him about something, and waited for him to finish his phone call. I sat down across from his desk, and noticed that he had removed his shoes. I didn't actually SEE this, but my olfactory nerve not only took notice, but shivered and quivered and quaked. I got up to escape the assault on said olfactory nerve, but it was like the poison followed me around. He never did finish that phone call...my senses cried out for mercy, and I retreated from his desk faster than a French infantry battalion. This episode is quite metaphoric: he's a disgusting pig, and everyone knows it...

We sell luxury cars, but you'd never know it. The kind of customer service we provide is more or less equal to that of a dealership that sells Korean discount makes. Our clientele on the high end side is used to being fellated as soon as they walk in the door; they bitch and moan when they are apprised of the fact that we are incapable of providing the kind of service that they're used to. Rich people just plain suck. The product, while not particularly well built, is fantastic performancewise, a magnificent Teutonic legend on wheels. Unfortunately, it's wasted on a clientele that would prefer to use these fine vehicles to hustle their children to day care, and then complain that things don't really run that well, and won't buy that their disregard for the maintenance schedule contributes to their unhappiness. The truth is, you use a Honda Odyssey to shuttle your kids to day care.

This morning, this foul-tempered sissy came in to complain about things. He was asking stupid questions about oil consumption, as if all this time, he'd been riding around on a polo pony to work. When asked if he checked his own oil, he answered in the negative, as if we asked him if he wore his underwear three days in a row. I'm thinking, nine times outta ten, if you go to some gas station here in New Jersey, and you ask the guy to check if you need oil, he's gonna tell you that you're at least a quart low...so he can get you to ante up $6 for two quarts that you wouldn't have parted with before, and the fact that you might be now driving around with two extra quarts sloshing around doesn't matter a whit to him, but God forbid Mr. Sissyboy should get his hands dirty from a dipstick and a rag. Multiply this clown by about 25, and you have my work day...

 

[Ticklerguy4u]

Hah! Thanks, I can die happy now.....

Im assuming you want to be tickled to death..okay you talked me into it.

 

[Ticklerguy4u]

I work in the field of carpentry and construction.

Lets see "My Job sucks ass because":

1. The owners of the place and my supervisors are religious and church-goers. I am not going to mention what creed because there maybe some on here that are the same. It doesn't bother me that they are religious because I believe in God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. I don't believe in making the place you work as the church you attend though. They run the place like everyone is their disciple and have made unwritten rules about swearing, smoking, etc. They don't stop you but they comment on it if you do it. If I wanted to go to their church I would on Sunday..I don't need to go to church when I show up for work.

2. The supervisor in charge of me is a work-a-holic and tries very hard to impress the owners. Which I know have some high ranking the church. So most of time we employees spend way too much time doing jobs that suck up to them as opposed other things. He also likes to take credit for everything by always sticking his two cents in on every project and telling us how it should be done such as "dont hammer like that..hammer like this." One employee said.."do they even need help?"

3. The owners seem to think that we employees are personal help. Its a family run business. and from time to time we do things that don't even have to do with what we are paid for. Such as moving, sweeping out their trucks, sweeping out there barn etc.
Its just my opinion but I think its because they believe that God has put them in authority and if you are a underling...its where you deserve to be. If you are a authority, you deserve to have people serve you.

4. They are messy. The shop has machine and car parts in it that they assemble or disassemble during the weekends. However, its the responsibility of the employees to keep the shop clean. They hate to see it a mess but do nothing to help the situation.

5. The owners are pretty cheap as well. They return material that isn't used for a project down to the smallest piece of door hinge. They keep wood around that they can't return just in case we may need it sometime in the future. We always run out of room in the shop tripping over everything. After a month or so..we will finally get rid of it..but just to make room for new wood. I am not going to even mention raises either..whew..you would think you are taking food out of their children's mouth. I do like that new 2006 Ford truck they have though and the twelve room house they live in. Did I mention they own three other businesses unrelated to the one I work at. hmmmm

Why do I stay...well I like what I do and its close to where I live.

 

[Tamia78]

Im assuming you want to be tickled to death..okay you talked me into it.

Man, that was easy! Is that all I gotta do? lol

--T

 

[pfromptown]

How coincidental this thread is; I have just had a terrible day at work and I work at McDonald's!!!!

I must say I'm not that stupid: I took this job on purpose. I hate it when my contemporaries moan about having shit jobs because they haven't done anything to deserve a better job, in my opinion, and I want to start from the bottom (I'm still at college ((not University))). It also (theoretically) gives me incentive to get away from the place and work hard at college. Anyway, that doesn't mean the job doesn't suck major ass. I'll tell you about my day:

1. I had to start at 10 a.m. on a weekend.
2. As soon as I'd gotten in, a complete dumbass walked into me bearing a 180 degree basket of chicken that had come straight out of the vat! I have a HUGE scar on my arm that is still hurting now!
3. About ten minutes later, I was putting some more chicken in another 180 degree vat and the goddam vat spat oil at me straight into my eye. I thought I was blind for about five seconds, had to stumble around the back and get some cold water on a cloth and bathe it. A manager came up and asked what was up, and when I told him what had happened, he said 'Oh'. And then walked off. I was nearly fucking blinded.
4.I seriously got NO PEACE for four straight hours. It's been snowing here recently and so where does everyone go? McDonalds! From twelve 'til four it was as busy as it's been in months, and two people called in sick.
5.I kept fucking dropping everything. We seriously lost about sixteen big macs today (They're made in sets of four) because I kept dropping them. My fault, but if I wasn't in the job none of that would have happened. There should be no such thing as Big Macs.
6.It's a hard job, even when it isn't busy, so having worked through an incredibly busy day for six hours straight, the manager asks me to do the filtering! You may have seen people filtering when you've been in a McDonalds in the evening. It's basically when you have to clean all the vats at the end of the day's rush. You have to drain the vats, clean them out and then put the oil back in. Doesn't sound like too much hassle, but add on the fact that you have to lug a two hundred pound machine around whilst wearing the most sickening uniform ever created by the most evil company on Earth. The uniform is basically a huge pair of shoulder-high gloves, an apron that's a good four feet too long for anyone, and a visor that has so much shit on it you can't actually see through it. The sickening part is that NONE OF IT IS EVER WASHED. EVER. The gloves stink, the apron makes you trip everywhere and the visor has generations of shithead teenagers sweat embedded in it. They used to get this African guy to do the filtering every single night (Which is officailly against company policy). This guy used to stink, and used to jerk off after he'd finished work at night, and he practically lived in that uniform. He's since been sacked, but I think of him every time I'm forced to put that uniform on.

Anyway, that was just today.

Apart from that, I'm paid pittance, have moron managers who don't have a clue how to work a job of any kind, and the job really is as horrible as everyone says it is. My least favourite part of the whole job, though, is that whenever I work a late shift I'm subjected to the merciless abuse of a seemingly endless stream of teenage and adult chavs. The only thing worse than a stereotypical McDonalds employee is a stereotypical McDonalds customer. There is at least one fight a week (The record for fights in one night whilst I've been on is four) and we are endlessly bedevilled with the throwing of food, the smashing of windows, and the befoulment of toilets (I won't go into detail but I'll just say I'm fucking glad I'm not a dining area cleaner). We've had it all: pissheads falling asleep in the toilet and being discovered the following morning, lines of cocaine in the toilet, employees being mugged on their fag breaks, attempted robbery, successful robbery, a host of pedophiles stalking around the store ("Can I take a picture of your daughter" being the most chilling instance) and every possible injury being attained in the most unimaginable ways imaginable, usually by me.

Of course with it being a part time job, I can leave any time I want. I've been planning to leave pretty much since I started but for some reason I never can, because I've come to realise: I love the place. The experience I am gaining at the place is invaluable. I am learning about life on the bottom, real life, real people, real situations. As a potential writer of some form, I would pay money for the kind of stuff I am learning, but instead I am paid for being there! I have the worst job in the world but the most valuable, from my point of view (which I know most people can't relate to).

I start at eight tomorrow; I'm looking forward to it with dread!

 

[TKpervert]

LMAO pfromptown !! I eat breakfast at Mickey'D's several times a week (here in the USA) and the experience is survivable if, as a customer, you keep your wits about you.

And yes, you can learn a bunch by working there.

Treasure your customers, even the ones that wet themselves whilst sitting in a booth. They help make Mickey'D's worth a googleplex more than any of us can ever hope to be worth.

Keep looking at the big picture and hang in there 😀

 

[Ticklerguy4u]

Man, that was easy! Is that all I gotta do? lol

--T

You were maybe expecting a four page essay??

 

[pfromptown]

Yeah, I just have to keep receptive to it all and never rejective of it, that way I'll always like the place. I'm up for work now, 7 in the morning! I must be insane.