Fuck My Job

danzenberger:

Tonite was not my night, i dropped a gallon of tarter sauce which promptly exploded on impact, then 20mins later i spilled half a gallon of cocktail sauce all over my work area. That stuff will. not. come. off.
Oh and having two bitchy waitresses verbally assault me didn’t help either.

snaddis:

Apparently when you aren’t properly trained to do something, superiors feel the need to embarrass you in front of the entire staff by leaving a note that everyone can see and also tell other employees exactly what you did to fuck up.

only 5 more weeks till I quit.

fillingtheblank:

Fuck my job. I don’t wanna go. I hate it there. Who would want to spend 7 hours around a bunch of fake-ass co-workers and a supervisor that makes your life a living hell?

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I’ve got one for you guys.

I work in retail. In a very popular big box store. It’s my job to help “guests” find what they are looking for. For the most part I try to avoid doing this. But the other day A guy had come to me looking for help. He was an older man whom him and his wife had just became foster parents. They had just adopted a five year old girl who was abused. This guy was way over his head.

How could I not help this man find everything he needs? He’s doing a great thing. So I help him. I walk him from department to department finding bath toys, wall decals, blankets, anything he needed I helped him with.

After I was done helping him my boss called me over to him. He decided then to “coach” me on helping a “guest” for too long. It really only took about ten mins to help this guy with what he needed. I’d understand if I did this kind of stuff very often. For the most part I point and walk away. But he truly needed help. What am I to do? He didn’t even know what he needed. How do you just walk away from that?

It’s stuff like that, that makes you feel like you can’t do anything right.

i fucking hate working for my boss at my cafe job. he’s actually a psychotic asshole who has more mood swings in a day than i do in a month. everyone just tells me to quit but they have absolutely no fucking idea what he’s like. when i tell him i want to leave he’s going to get incredibly aggressive and bring up reasons why i shouldn’t and make it seem like i’m in debt to him for giving me the job opportunity. after that, there will probably be some verbal abuse as he seems to be real fond of that. and the thing is after that, i’ve got to stick around for a couple of weeks so they can find my replacement.
i’m just not that kind of confrontational person. just the thought of having that conversation gives me anxiety like nothing else. i just won’t be able to take it. i’m not strong enough.

i wish i was being humped by a 120 lb dog right now… or hack sawing my own head off… fuk i’d even eat vomit off my own tampon… sure, i say that now, but what are my alternatives… ‘nothing to loose’ ‘full tilt’ ‘breaking point’ ‘catharsis’? what’s the rant about ’trusting yourself when the worlds gone mad’? wasn’t imbeded in one of Dennis Hoppers’ lines which included crawling arround the ocean floor like a crab in ‘Apocalypse Now’? What the fuk? I can’t get out of my own way… but sweeet jeezus is this theraputic…   

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I’m not at home anymore, so I’m back in reality.

That reality includes me hating my job, and really not wanting to even look at that place anymore. I have a little over a month left, but I just want to be done. My boss is stupid, and I hate doing fucking deliveries. Tomorrow I get to deliver to…

onesandzeroes:

• used a hacksaw to literally cut off a dog’s head, then break it’s neck, disconnect it’s head from it’s body and put it in a bag to be shipped to the lab.
• got humped by a 120 lb dog, was pinned to the gravel/cement, had to reach into my pocket and get my cell phone to call someone to come tear the dog off of me.
• watched a dog vomit up a used tampon.

I can’t wait for this day to end.

porn-ninja:

I do this to people at work. When I have to go up for backup, I stand there and do what I need to do then when a bunch of people start to line up Im like “Fuck this shit” then turn off the light. Then I’m like

LOL U MAD?

We had a bomb scare at my hospital about two months ago. My manager never had to evacuate our facility with patients present, so instead of alerting us to follow protocol she didn’t say anything to anyone. I only knew what was going on because my shared office had a front row seat to the bomb squad.

There has been no mention of or apologies for the lack of control from our management regarding patient and staff safety. I need to leave but I can’t… Damn this economy! Damn the people who treat their workers like shit because they know no one will leave a job without the promise of security elsewhere - it’s exploitation in its greatest form.

(via ericjameshalvorsen)

SOOOO. I work at Subway. My manager is an idiot. The owner of the store hates him, and wants to replace him with me. But I have college going on for me, so I cannot handle managing on top of that. Anyway. Today, my manager decided he “couldn’t handle it” and didn’t show up for work today. No call,…

drgrizzly:

LISTEN, BITCH. I PUT MY TWO WEEKS IN. GET OVER IT. STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME FEEL BAD. IM QUITTING. GET THE FUCK OVER IT.