You've seen that video, where two guys go through a drive thru and throw pop on the employee? That's right, that happened to me. I was 15, in my first month of work at the local Dairy Queen, and I was bombarded with Pepsi. Guess it could have been worse, had they thrown a milkshake, but still, I was sticky for the rest of my shift. And I had to clean up the mess.
The toughest job I've had was probably working as garbage woman at the Roskilde music festival, a huge music festival in Denmark, when I was 18. Firstly, I've never been that sexually harassed while working before or since. For some reason the neon yellow vest I had to wear attracted drunken, horny danish people like moths to a flame. Eventually I just used the stick I picked up rubbish with to beat them off whenever I spotted a new one coming towards me. But the worst part of the job was probably being assigned to clean Piss Alley on the last day. Piss Alley was the stretch of grass where everyone pissed when they couldn't be bothered to stand in line for the Porta-Pottys. I was literally wading through puddles of piss in gumboots, picking up urine-soaked pieces of garbage. I also unearthed 14 mobile phones that people had dropped while pissing.
Ellen O |
I happen to be chronically ill, since i was about 17. Last time i visited my specialist, and i complained about being SO tired all the time and that it depressed me, he told me, i should view my disease and myself differently. He said: "Having Crohns disease, is like being an athlete, it's top sport for the body to deal with it, it's natural for you to be so tired,...it's the... Read More » constant inflamation".... (don't google for pics, it's horrible) I've been thinking about my specialists recommended view. It's indeed as exhausting as top sport, but without the benefits. It's working really really hard, and the only result is .... still being ill. I can't get better. Now don't get me wrong, i'm not really talking about self-pity, but i am saying: being ill, truly is working very hard 24/7, without ANY pay, vacation or pauze, benefits or nice colleagues. Nasty side effects come for free with the medication, puking, nausea, cramps, pain... and those meds even cost ya lots of money. No self esteem either from a job well-done. My work sucks.
Several years ago I worked with a overnight delivery company. It wasn't unusual to run into all sorts of dogs when you made a delivery (including nasty ones.) One day, I walked up to a lady's house where the front door was open. As soon as I rang the bell, I heard the jingle of dog tags & realized I was too far away from the vehicle to get back there in time, so I braced myself.... Read More » of the door run 4 GREAT DANES, who start to circle me & are growling. The lady comes out, signs for the package, & walks back in the house, leaving her pack circling me, snapping at me & growling. I yell out "Ma'am, would you please come get your dogs", to which she replies "Oh, they won't hurt you." It was about this time they got more aggressive & nipped at my legs. Finally after yelling at her that her dogs were starting to bite me, she comes out, tells to dogs to go inside, looks at me & says "Oh you poor frightened boy...you're just not a dog person are you?" Needless to say, anytime someones front door was open after that, I just honked the horn.
Dieter Wolfjager |
I work at Wal-Mart as a Wireless Sales Associate (basically electronics), and we have this one reoccurring older African-American customer who comes in with the assumption that we are some type of IT or Geek Squad. Well anyways, he comes in about a week ago, and brings his laptop. The laptop that he has is a Compact with Windows XP (a bit outdated I must say). Anyways, he pulls... Read More » it out, and opens up some program that is similar to PowerPoint (I guess, the XP version?) and tells me that some guy is stealing his credit and plagiarizing the trademark "Civil Rights", which baffled my mind. He wanted me to save a copy of his document, that he opened up on his mind you, so he can sue him for copyright infringement. I just looked at him confused, and literally had to listen to him rant for half an hour (before dumping him onto another associate for another hour) about how he stole his thunder and how computers are confusing. The next day, he calls the store, and begins asking me as to why his keys aren't working, I just let out a sigh and told him to call Compact (basically dumping him onto them). Moral of the story, please learn how to use a computer and don't bring it to a retail store and expect them to fix it.
Gerry Torres |
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