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 »
I HATE MY JOB
My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with: First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, She is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on make up. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe. The next chick is the complete opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1-10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive through the hardware store, she moans like a cat on heat. But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work,during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last 10 years, and he's only 22. he dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, ever single fucking day. Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.
Thomas Bruton |
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.
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.
I work private security, we have lately been having a lot of issues with access control and breaches (people not allowed to be there, being there.) so we have one officer who is in charge of training all of the officers in proper breach control. During his breach test, he failed and got a slap on the wrist. During mine, I passed but I missed a minor detail and got written up and... Read More » was told I was a step from being fired... the fuck?
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