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.
Merry Christmas to me...
I work, or should I say worked, at a restaurant as a dishwasher/line cook. Now anyone who works in the restaurant business knows that the days leading up to Christmas are quite busy, as most people don't want to cook for their entire families multiple days in a row. Therefore, they tend to go out to eat. It was Sunday, two days before Christmas and I arrived at work only find out that not only am I dishwashing that night, but also bussing tables. On a slow night, this wouldn't be too hard, but on busy nights that's quite a lot to put on one person, and I was admittedly not the fastes dishwasher in the world. Well, busy was an understatement. We were on a wait list for at least 2 hours, and apparently the waitresses working were so stressed that they couldn't take the two seconds to let me know when someone was getting up from one of their tables. Our hostess for the night had also not shown up, so our manager on duty was having to play hostess. Every ten minutes or so she would bring back a bus tub full of dishes and just scowl at me, then go back onto the floor. When I'd ask how many tables needed to be cleaned she'd say a lot. So I'd walk out to the floor and see at at least five tables with plates all over them and no one sitting there. As I cleaned them off and brought everything to the back there would be at least two waitresses, who's tables I had just cleaned standing back there talking to each other, laughing at the pile of dishes that was growing because I was doing two jobs. Then after it finally slowed down at about 9 or so, and after i had cleaned all the tables off that were out there. My manager on duty came and got me and told me that unfortunately I couldn't keep up with the flow of business that they were accustomed to, that they were going to have to let me go, and fired me on the spot. She was gracious enough to tell me that she'd be more than happy to give a good reference if needed, give me a Christmas cookie, tell me Merry Christmas, and send me on my way. So yeah Merry Christmas to me. Now I get to spend the rest of this holiday season looking for a new job.
Mike Strickland |
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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