Work Sucks

I work as an intern doing HTML coding, and I get paid eight dollars an hour. Recently, I've been working with a head coder from a major online company, and when I sent him my coding he ruined it, forcing me to fix it all and do his job for him because he didn't know how it got messed up. He gets paid five times what I do.

As a bartender, I usually have to deal with people who are douchebags when they are drunk. Some are fine, and if they get too aggressive or stupid, I can cut them off or make them drink water. However, I can't really do anything unless they ask for another drink. One night not too long ago, a girl was in the bar I worked at and was mucking around with her friends. She was... Read More » drunk and being really annoying. She kept on reaching over the bar, which she shouldn't be doing. The first few times I told her politely to not do that again. Eventually, she stopped, instead she decided to start stealing large amounts of straws and putting them in her friend's pockets. Once again, I told her more than once to stop it. The third or fourth time she did that I decided would be the last. About 5 minutes after I asked her not to take more straws she reached over the bar. Seeing this straight away, I picked up my post mix gun and sprayed her with Soda water.

I work at a drug store, and one day we had a guy who was at least 65 come in, furious he could not find non-lubricated condoms. His reasoning for needing them was because he if he used lubricated ones, the lube got in his eyes and it burnt like hell. I try not to think of what exactly he was doing with them.

One day I was one break from my job at the pool store, so I was sitting in my car in the parking lot to check my phone and get away for a little. While I'm sitting there, an couple comes out of the store and starts loading their pool supplies in their car. As the morbidly fat wife opens the side door to put things in she hits my car with her door. I just stare out the window... Read More » dumbstruck for a second and decide to just check once they leave, but then once their done packing the woman opens a different door into my car again this time harder. Because I am in uniform, I can do nothing but look out my window in awe, but let's just say next time they come in with algae in their pool, I'll tell them to put soap in it.

I waitress at a restaurant that uses a lot of cheap Mexican labor (I'm still unsure of the immigrant workers' legal statuses). Yesterday, the Mexican bus boy asked for my phone number. Being used to coworkers asking for this info, I gave it to him. Immediately after I regretted giving it to him when he asked "Is you married?" He continues to text me creepy things on a daily... Read More » basis, such as, "your eyes, they are beautiful!!!" and "goodnight pretty girl.."

I work at a popular italian restaurant as a food/kitchen runner. Sucks. A woman ordered a salad. She sent the salad back complaining that the vegetables in the salad were too "crispy and fresh." She asked for us to put it in the microwave with butter. People are simply ridiculous.

I work as a hostess at an upscale diner. Often the restaurant patrons tell me i'm beautiful, i have a have a great skin color and i have really nice hair, and how different i look from all the other workers (I'm a dark skinned west indian american and have a short afro and also the only black female worker) which i don't mind. One day a sat two white senior citizens and one... Read More » says you're so beautiful and tall and then the other says " do you know where this is from?" while holding up her shawl. I asked where and she replies with a serious face " From Africa......South Africa, I bet it would look great on you". All i could say was thank you enjoy and walk away.

I work as a bagger at the grocery store on a navy base during the breaks when I'm home from school. We don't get a salary, just tips. This can be both good and bad at times, usually bad considering we have only one small sign to let people know this (we used to have more but one person complained they felt pressured to tip...well you should when we cram 2 carts worth of... Read More » groceries into your little 2 seat sports car in 100 degree heat). Anyways, I bagged some groceries for this old lady in a motorized cart and of course was going to be extremely nice since she looked in poor health. We proceeded outside when she suddenly forgot where her car was parked. I followed her for about 20minutes while she (slowly I might add since she is in a cart) looked for it (97degrees and FL humid out this day). I finally asked if she had an alarm on her car keys that she could press to find the car. She said she did and tried for 10 minutes to no avail. I left her in the shade and walked the entire parking lot up and down with the keys while pressing the alarm and no luck. Somehow, she remembered where she parked when I got back to her, so we started the slow walk to her car. She decided to take the cart off-road in this little tree patch we have in the median and got stuck. So I had to lift the cart, with her still seated in it, and place the entire thing back on the road. We finally got to her car, and realized she had given me the keys and alarm button to her car at home, not the one she drove today so all our previous attempts over the last 30 min were pointless. I put her groceries in the car and hoped for a good tip seeing as I was very nice to her and spent the last hour in the heat looking for her car. She gave me a quarter but then said "You were so nice to me, let me give you something extra" to which she handed me a dime....O, and she also walked at this point, but never even thought to get out and stand when I was lifting her and her cart out of the dirt.

I work in a dental suply office in Veracruz but im not a dentist or dental higienist, one day a custumer come in asking for a filling material that requires to be store under 22C° -25 C°, and cost about 250 usd each doze. so we keep them on the freezer, She returned the next day realy upset, claiming that the filling didnt worked, so i aply store credit and give her a new... Read More » one, then the next day she came back realy angry, that again the filling didnt work. I did the credit note again, but she demanded a test, the PH wasent there so I tested the filing to show her that it worked reading the use and store indications writed on the package outloud (i do that with all instructions). the Filling worked and she took it. Next day I recive a call form her asking me for another one and if know a tech that repairs refigerators.

During high school, I worked at an ice cream place. Regularly, customers would come up and order larges shakes or sundaes with hot fudge, cookie dough, butterfinger, caramel, brownies, whipped cream and a mountain of other ridiculously unhealthy toppings all on one thing. After taking forever to make their artery clogging monstrosity, we would hand it out to them only for... Read More » the customer to pause and then ask it to be remade with the low-fat ice cream. Many times, I would politely take it back behind the scooping area, where they could only see me from the neck up, move my arms around like I was doing something, and then hand back the exact same thing I handed them a minute ago. If you order something with 3000 calories worth of toppings, dropping to low fat ice cream isn't going to help. Anyway, you should have asked for the low-fat in the first place.

One time at work I had a lady ask me if she bought a matchbox and it didn't match her decor if she could return it.

I worked at Borders last summer, which was unfortunately going bust. Since we were liquidating, people got bolder about buying their porn. One day this middle-aged, soft-spoken guy comes to the register with a few normal books....and a Bear magazine, complete with a cover shot of a huge, hairy guy giving his readers a come-hither stare. The man quietly asks for two receipts,... Read More » and one of my coworkers turns to him and asks loudly, "Why do you need two receipts?!" The guy nearly died on the spot. I quickly did as he asked and wished him a good afternoon. Somehow, I managed to keep myself from busting a gut laughing until he was out the door.

I once worked at a concession stand for the various pools and ball parks around the area. One time, a customer was being a real asshole to my workers and the people around him and thought it was funny. So Mr. Asshole decides he wants a hamburger, but trying to be funny he ordered a "Cheeseburger minus cheese". Now, the cheeseburgers cost about $0.75 more than a regular... Read More » hamburger. So, I charged him the cheeseburger price but gave him a hamburger. He was not pleased, but he quit messin' around with the jokes.

when I was younger (around 10-ish), I delivered flyers around my neighbourhood. It was a cool job and everyone was nice, execpt this one old bitch who yelled at me because her neighbours wouldn't pick up their flyers and they blew into her yard. I couldn't give less of a shit, but she kept pestering me everytime. On my last day I got a couple of my friends to help me deliver... Read More » the flyers, we did her house last but with an added twist, we collected all the dog, cat, and rabbit shit we could find and wrapped it up in a neat flyer, and placed it on her door mat then we proceeded to dump all the left over flyers on her porch unwrapped so the wind would blow them around. Fufilling last day, don't ya think?

I work at a takeout pizzeria. I had a customer that wanted a refund. She brought back her pizza and chicken wings because her Bleu Cheese dipping sauce "had moldy bleu cheese chunks in it". DUH!!!

I'm an architect and I was working one day on site when this creepy old worker that I've never talked to before comes up to me and starts up a conversation. It first started with him telling me what beautiful eyes I have, then how he finds that the most beautiful feature in a woman is her thighs and how he'd love to see me in a skirt some day. Then he starts telling me about... Read More » this awesome porn movie he saw the other day (with great details). By then I was mortified. And then he asked for my e-mail, so we could chat. Needless to say I gave him a fake one and quickly ran out of there.

My very first job I ever had was working at a department store that is recently gone for good (thankfully). It was a bad first job for me to have for many reasons: the customers were horrible, the workers were underpaid, and the managers were lazy and barely responded when you paged them. When i got hired they trained us to call certain codes in case of emergency. code red... Read More » is fire, code yellow is lost child, code green is accident/injury. One time when I was at my register, I see a woman coming down the escalator with her son crying his eyes out. She goes up to me and ask if i have any paper towels because her son cut himself on the escalator. I look at the kid and see that his hand is gushing out blood, and i mean alot. I grab some paper towels and gave it to her and as i look back at the kid, his hand is covered in blood now. I tried to stay calm and called a code green and no one showed up. I called 3 more times to my department and the manager on duty never showed up. Managers are supposed to handle the situation when called but the one that was on duty never showed. I took action and called the police on my cell phone. When the ambulance showed up and took the kid away, i went to look for the manager. I ended up finding the fat bitch eatin chips in the back office. I asked her why she did not respond to the code green. She said "Sorry, I don't know what a code green is. I thought u said code 3." There is no such thing as a code 3...

I work at a mental health agency and my supervisor, who is British, still has a fairly strong accent. We were talking in the office the other day when a client walked in and earnestly asked her what 'the old British word "twat"' was slang for. Awesome.

While working at my grocery store a lady approached me asking where our ice is at. I explained that I would get it for her I just needed to know if she needed a 10 pound bag or 20. She replied what's the difference. Oh I dunno 10 pounds?

I work at a restaurant which doesn't generally attract the most classy, generous customers. One day, four whale-sized women order huge appetizer samplers each and finish up their buffalo wings with several extra sides of bleu cheese dressing. As I reach over, eye-level, the table to grab their finished plates, one of the women decides to unleash a spicy, ghetto belch. Right... Read More » into my mouth. I could seriously taste her digested, barely-masticated buffalo wings in the back of my throat. I'm not entirely sure how I gave my two weeks notice without throwing up all over the woman's eye sockets.