Work Sucks

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.

I used to be able to get back from lunch at 12:30 and know that there would be a fresh batch of uPick submissions to read, but now I have to actually do some work as it is not being updated everyday!!!!

I applied to be a counselor at a church last summer. The application asked what my favorite song was. I put down Sympathy for the Devil by the Rolling Stones. Needless to say i didn't get hired.

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?

I used to work in the meat dept. of a grocery store, and a woman asked me for 1lb of ground sirloin. My manager came to me later telling me she filed a complaint because i gave her 1.06lbs instead of the requested 1.0lb.

I used to work in a convenience store a few summers ago and there are a lot of bars around it. During the local fringe, this drunk walked in, and puked all over the ATM machine in the store, and people wanted me to clean it. I refused cuz it was a bio-hazard and not a part of my job. One of them knew the manager and called him and handed the phone to me. In the end, I had to clean... Read More » all of the s**t up and felt like throwing-up myself. Did I tell you that I was paid $9.20/hr to work graveyard shifts there?

I'm overweight (hit it, comment section), and sometimes at work I'll hear kids whisper, "She's fat, Mommy" or some variant. I usually ignore them as the embarrassed parent hushes the kid. (I don't care. I'm well aware of my fatass). One day, a boy excitedly grabbed his dad and said, "She's got a baby in her pants!" I burst out laughing and decided that it was definitely time for... Read More » a diet if my pants are pregnant.

I work at a amusement theme park as a children's ride operator. I was operating the children's bumper cars when I was approached by a really pissed off parent. He was telling me that his daughters car was broken and that it was a waste of time lining up and unless she gets another ride there would be hell to pay. Looking over to his child it turns out she didn't even have her... Read More » hands on the steering wheel and was fine with ramming the corner.

I work at a septic tank company, on a certain day a coworker and I were standing in a lake full of feces shoveling the stuff into suction tubes. My coworker suddenly became aggravated and decided it would be a good idea to throw his shovel down in angst. The feces proceeded to splash off the shovel and fly into my face and mouth. Needless to say it was a shitty day at work.

I'm a rather small girl weighing in at only 100lbs and I was working at a college town pub. One night a douche randomly started freaking out and decided to use my face as a punching bag breaking my nose. My employer still made me come in to work the next day.

i work at a motorcycle shop and i was helping this guy buy a helmet and i casually mentioned that i'd recommend purchasing gloves too, as road rash can be killer on hands. He held his hands up to show me he was already missing two fingers. i just smiled and said.....so you know,then.

For the past 6 months I have been working as a clerk in a gas station. And for the past 6 months I have been slowly contemplating quitting. One night a Hispanic man absolutely demolished our the restroom. I walked in to discover our bathroom had been turned into a scale model of hiroshima. Shit had literally hit the fan. My manager said I needed to clean it up so I took a 15min... Read More » break to weigh out my options, either man up and do it or leave it for someone else. 20min of intense shit cleansing is the straw that broke the camels back. Do you know how pathetic it feels to be cleaning up the mess of a grown mexican man? I quit 3 hours into my shift.

I wait tables at a semi-upscale Italian restaurant. One Saturday afternoon, a man, his wife and their four year old daughter came in for a lengthy lunch. I just smiled when the guy immediately announced upon sitting down that he was a lawyer. I didn't even care when he insisted upon a taste test of the fountain sodas he wanted to order for his daughter (he claimed that fountain... Read More » drinks rarely taste as good as canned sodas). But he finally got to me when, as I was standing across the room, he clapped his hands to get my attention. When I went over to the table, he looks at his wife and says, "You see the way she came when I clapped my hands? That's what I want you to do." His wife turned red and stared back at him like she was going to kill him and, speechless, I just walked away. They left me a really big tip.

Workin at a convenience store I get asked the really irritating question like "How much are the 5 cent candies?", or "How many 5 cent candies can i get with 25 cents?" You may be thinking so what, they're just kids asking. I get asked by grown men. Other questions that burn me are "How much are the DVD's on the $2.99 rack?". I politely respond they're $2.99. They follow up with... Read More » the question "What about these ones over that say $12.99?"

I work for a major cellphone provider with an old woman who has been with the company for 10+ years. Today I went to clear the history on the communal computers since she doesn't know how to do it and refuses to learn. Some of her searches? Cats and Tapeworms.

As a teen I was the main babysitter in my neighborhood. I was pretty much booked solid every weekend so I had a rare open Saturday and this family down the street called me, begging me to watch their angels. Their 2 kids were adopted and had never heard the word "no" in their tender lives. Well, the boy would not go to bed that night. Every time I got him upstairs and into bed... Read More » he would run downstairs and I'd have to hunt him down and once, literally, had to drag him by the ankle back up the stairs, get him in bed, check on the sister and find out the boy had left the bedroom, again. 5 times this went on! The last time he bolted I could not find him. I searched the entire house - 3 levels - nowhere to be found. 11:30pm I go outside thinking maybe, just maybe he left the house. I found him. He was crouched down by the gas meter trying to light matches. First and last time I ever sat those kids. I still get chills thinking about what might have happened if I hadn't gone outside and he had got a match lit. tick tock, tick tock...

i work in a garden centre and one day someone actually complained that the compost was to dirty, and yes he was serious.

I work in a maintenance shop for a manufacturing company. I'm in grad school so I only work 1 day a week, so I can't get a whole lot done. This week, while trying to figure out how to safely turn a heavy piece of equipment upside down, my boss decides I "stand around too much and don't f*cking do anything 99% of the time," and procedes to cuss me out for 5 mins. I bust my ass... Read More » every day. His days consist of following the other maintenance workers around and talking to them while he drinks Mt Dew. All day. I have timed some of the other workers when they stand around the shop. One guy spent 10 mins staring at the floor once, not moving. They don't get yelled at. And I'm the one that doesn't work? WTF?