I used to work at a local owned video rental place next door to an outbound call center. The difference in jobs was night and day. I had an easy time fricking around watching movies. The boss owned several other businesses around town so he was never there and it was always me and one other person just bored since no one ever came in before 5-6.
I would see the call center employees standing around out front on their smoke break with looks is complete suicidal despair all over their faces. If they were not truly dead inside and were walking zombies at this point. While I would watch Secret of Nimh or Dumb and Dumber on the little tv near the front desk.
whats even remotely unrealistic about that. it sounds no different to the security guard guys i used to chat to. the "dumb" ones just watched movies all day long. the "smart" guy finished a degree just using the spare time to study.
Video store that happens to be out in the business district of town? what were you like the one retail space among all the big warehouses? Or are you lying your ass off and fricking moronic?
Video store that happens to be out in the business district of town? what were you like the one retail space among all the big warehouses? Or are you lying your ass off and fricking moronic?
It's been like that for the past 3-4 months
Before that, Office Space was rarely talked about on Cinemaphile. There must be a sperg who really likes the movie and has a lot of free time, I dunno
Economic troubles+covid gone+New Year's resolutions = Everybody back into the office for the New Year! = Wow a lot of people near retirement quit = We're not hiring more people or increasing pay or increasing budget, deal with it, I need my bonus = Time for you to take on their workload, not like you can leave, let me falsely promise that this'll distinguish you, third times the charm!
Luckily just stacking produce at the grocery store. It was mind numbing boring which made along with the shitty pop music and cold storage section made it super depressing. The older guys I worked with had literally been doing this for over 30 years out of highschool, it made me more motivated to graduate college
I work the same shit, it's full of cool young girls and mostly old ones, it's not the most difficult job, but comfy and easy. Summers are especially nice since bunch of highschool girls come
Dishwasher on a cruise ship, I was working on the "pride of America" which is owned by norwegian cruise lines and does 7 day cruises out in Hawaii.
>shift is from 7AM-7PM 7 days a week >no days off, ever, work for 4 months straight then furloughed for 2 months >given 3 sets of kitchen whites, have to clean them myself in a ship laundromat which were always full, would constantly break down, and had locking doors on the washers so people wouldn't take out your wash midway to free up the machine. But this meant if you screwed the settings up you had to wait until the wash was finished to try again >the night shift girl was always late and they wouldn't let me leave until relieved like I was in the fricking military, so I had to work 30-1hr extra every day. >work was filthy, physically demanding, and boring, running the dishwasher all day in the crew's cafeteria below decks >supervisor wouldn't let me play music with a headphone on because "you need to be able to hear alarms" and wouldn't let me bring speakers because "this is the hospitality industry" never mind I didn't deal directly with passengers >I had previously been a student at a maritime college and had dropped out, so my hope was that once I got out there I'd show them I knew things about deck seamanship and could get moved over to the deck department. When I was hired I was told this would be possible, but when I got out there it turned out not to be, and the guy who hired me was just a garbageman supervisor who didn't actually know what he'd been talking about >living conditions were very spartan, 3 people living in a tiny cabin with an extremely small bathroom and shower >pay was federal minimum wage of $7.25/hr
I lasted 2 months before I jumped ship. Very awful job.
Having to maintain your own uniforms was the most nonsensical one to me. If you walk into any kitchen in America that's management's job. There will just be a stack of whites sitting by the door for the kitchen staff to put on as they come in and put in the laundry bin as they leave. The stuff about the music as well was totally nonsensical, I think my supervisor may have actually had autism.
The pay was really demoralizing, but in hindsight I did get free room and board when I was on the ship and had basically no expenses so it wasn't as bad as it seemed. You were in Hawaii and could leave the ship when it was in port overnight in Maui and Honolulu, but who has the energy to do that after working a 12 hour day with no days off, AND you have to go and wash your clothes during your time off every 2 days?
The issue with switching over to being a deckhand was that they're governed by a different union, and you need to jump through hoops to become a member, so that was a nonstarter. But if I'd stuck on as a dishwasher for a year I would have qualified to get one of their union cards and could have tried to move over. But that just wasn't realistic for me. I hated the job and felt myself growing weak just after 2 months on that schedule. If I'd had even 1 day off a week it probably would have been manageable, but no.
You were playing by European rules, and the rules for foreigners at that. you were to be exploited until you leave and immediately replaced by the next guy that they will exploit and immediately replace.
went on a cruise once and noticed the staff seemed to be more or less slaves without lives. had thought about working on one, but read about it and none of it sounded pleasant.
I've done long hour, almost no time off jobs, 16-18 hours a day most days for a couple of months and just the lack of sleep was causing neurological damage, couldn't form new memories - took me some time to recover. technically had a day off each week but since I was in charge of the team I had to prep everything that day anyway.
did you ever make it into sailing?
I didn't actually jump ship, I gave them two weeks notice when the ship was in Honolulu and they said if I didn't want to be there I didn't have to stay the two weeks, so I packed my bags and left that day.
why did you do it?
Because after dropping out of school I needed a job, and I wrongfully believed that would be an alternative way for me to make a career in the maritime industry. I also did it to get away from my family because I had left them in the dark about how bad things were going for me in school and they felt betrayed by that (they were paying for it as well). After leaving the ship I went back to living with my parents in NY. Things really sucked for a while, but eventually they got over it. I worked as a security guard for a little while (also a shit job btw), then worked as an EMT for a few years. Then I went back to college and got a BA. Got a job in state government as an investigator, did that for a few years. Then quit that a few years ago to start law school, which is where I am now.
that's because they're foreign flagged ships, so they can hire third worlders. Since this remained in Hawaii it had to be US flagged, which meant they had to only hire US workers and abide by all US labor and employment laws. So I did assume it would be better than it was. When I talked to the people who worked on the other Norwegian Cruise Line ships they said the pay and conditions were much worse. A guy who'd been on a ship that went around Alaska said he was paid $4/hr, no overtime, and they were 6 to a cabin. That's why nearly all mariners are third worlders, because they're used to those kinds of deprivation and those slave wages aren't as laughable in their home country.
But no I'd never been on a big cruise ship before, so I didn't really know what to expect.
>84 hours a week of paid work >job at same location as accommodation >practically zero living expenses
So after your four months you will have 10 grand, most of which you would not have needed to spend on anything. I don't know what the tax rate is in the US but in my country you don't even get taxed on such a low amount of earnings.
Having to maintain your own uniforms was the most nonsensical one to me. If you walk into any kitchen in America that's management's job. There will just be a stack of whites sitting by the door for the kitchen staff to put on as they come in and put in the laundry bin as they leave. The stuff about the music as well was totally nonsensical, I think my supervisor may have actually had autism.
The pay was really demoralizing, but in hindsight I did get free room and board when I was on the ship and had basically no expenses so it wasn't as bad as it seemed. You were in Hawaii and could leave the ship when it was in port overnight in Maui and Honolulu, but who has the energy to do that after working a 12 hour day with no days off, AND you have to go and wash your clothes during your time off every 2 days?
The issue with switching over to being a deckhand was that they're governed by a different union, and you need to jump through hoops to become a member, so that was a nonstarter. But if I'd stuck on as a dishwasher for a year I would have qualified to get one of their union cards and could have tried to move over. But that just wasn't realistic for me. I hated the job and felt myself growing weak just after 2 months on that schedule. If I'd had even 1 day off a week it probably would have been manageable, but no.
No days off ever at 12 hours a day is insane. That is legitimate slave tier. Along with the other shit I don't know how management don't mysteriously fall overboard more often.
Wow, I was always told that cruse ship service stuff paid insanely well and it was actually worth the 3-4 month grueling work since you get off with a shitload of money. Seeing it as minimum wage, I wonder why anyone would do this instead of just a normal Waffle house job or something.
I stacked fruit stacks and sold them. It wasn't anything too bad but I got out of there and signed up for classes on something I've wanted to do for a while with that money. The thought of working there for years on end was not pleasant.
I hate that this movie makes the point that manual labor jobs are better than office jobs, the same exact shit happens there but with the bonus of busting your ass in the hot sun all day. For all the macho bullshit, I found most people in those kinds of construction jobs to be the most gossipy two faced homosexuals imaginable. They are tattle tales and will smile to your face while talking behind your back to your boss.
I think it is more about how some people are suited for manual labor and cannot stand being in an office, and some people love the office life and could never cut it outside.
Peter just couldn't stand all the annoying, b***hy, fake smile paper pushing shit with ten bosses, office culture idiots everywhere, and being locked in a tiny cubicle. He was happier around blue collar working guys outdoors who do not frick around or fake smile at anyone, with a single foreman, and bosses at some office somewhere he will never meet face to face.
it helped that his friend worked the same job
also if you dont like that manual labor job just go somewhere else
especially back in the 90s you didnt even need to try to find work
manual labor was always in demand
I worked in the meat department at a supermarket for a year, I was like the lowest wrung so I mostly unload a shit ton of 50lb to 80lb frozen meat all day spending hours in a freezer. That wasn't too bad but I had to stay after closing and clean all the cutting machines and knives and the whole room is covered in blood and animal parts etc. Always made be wanna puke. I'm sure people have worked worse jobs but this encouraged me to escape wagie life.
This might not sound so bad to anybody doing manual labor, but I promise that I've done everything from warehouse work to working in a 4 floor furniture store with no elevator and this job's the worst I've had.
I had a job doing internal sales for a company that sold websites to small/medium sized business owners. The sales that I would have to do was offering a service to 'clean' the customer's digital footprint.
Effectively was the way that it worked was different webcrawlers would publish their obsolete information to online databases, so the business would have 3 different old addresses and 4 different old phone numbers related to them, and it would affect their search ranking.
My job was to sell people clean up services, and most of our clientele was blue collar men from the midwest or southern states. Nobody knew wtf I was talking about and I was constantly in danger of getting fired for not making enough sales. I found ways to somehow explain wtf it even was we were selling, but unless I went out of my way to bullshit these people, they usually wouldn't buy.
There's a kind of existential dread that comes with doing manual labor, but there's an awful tedium in your livelihood being based on someone else's understanding of something when you're randomly cold calling them.
It sucked harder than shoveling gravel in house construction.
This might not sound so bad to anybody doing manual labor, but I promise that I've done everything from warehouse work to working in a 4 floor furniture store with no elevator and this job's the worst I've had.
I had a job doing internal sales for a company that sold websites to small/medium sized business owners. The sales that I would have to do was offering a service to 'clean' the customer's digital footprint.
Effectively was the way that it worked was different webcrawlers would publish their obsolete information to online databases, so the business would have 3 different old addresses and 4 different old phone numbers related to them, and it would affect their search ranking.
My job was to sell people clean up services, and most of our clientele was blue collar men from the midwest or southern states. Nobody knew wtf I was talking about and I was constantly in danger of getting fired for not making enough sales. I found ways to somehow explain wtf it even was we were selling, but unless I went out of my way to bullshit these people, they usually wouldn't buy.
There's a kind of existential dread that comes with doing manual labor, but there's an awful tedium in your livelihood being based on someone else's understanding of something when you're randomly cold calling them.
It sucked harder than shoveling gravel in house construction.
>Live in Louisiana >can immediately see through cold calling tricks because none of them can pronounce the common french last names here >constantly frick with them and lead them on >had one sperg out on me after calling 3 times wanting to speak with my boss >"I-Im a close associate and friend of his and I will let him know how rude you are to me!" >"Youre a close friend but you dont know how to pronounce his last name?" >hangs up
I moved to Arkansas the northernmost part of NY that bordered Quebec and I had to do the opposite and learn how to pronounce things the way they're written and not all gay and french.
I lived in north Florida for a while where everyone purposely mispronounced French names by refusing the French accent. I grew up knowing Colbert as Call-Bert, and Joilet as Joy-Lett.
I remember working at a Wendys right after highschool and it was really sad. My manager was the friend of the owners son, a guy who was 22, and he was a compete overbearing prick. He acted like a smarmy butthole because I guess that what he though bosses were from movies or whatever. Almost all the employees were an ever revolving door of white trash hick morons or ghetto blacks who never did their jobs. There was one black girl who has some sort of mental disorder who was always in a good mood and always showed up early and did her job, but a lot of the other workers were mean to her and I didnt like that. There was also this girl who was like 17 and just had a baby and I walked into the freezer one day and saw her filling her purse with milk and she looked at me with complete desperate fear in her eyes, so I just looked away and pretended I didnt see her.
A lot of the customers were complete disgusting trash. I remember one guy was this fat slob whos car was filled with heaps of trash and ashes and he was dressed in literal filthy rags of torn clothes. Another time this black guy pulled up smelling like shit and one of the black guys told me it was crack and he knew because his uncle is a crack addict. Another time this kindly old woman ordered a salad and then came back around the drive through to scream in my face because there wasnt enough lettuce or something. I didnt know people like that actually existed.
I also remember this guy in his 40s working there because he had just lost his job and this was the only job he could get now. There was also this black girl in her thirties who worked there that I liked. She was really nice and pretty and she was pregnant and was working to save up as much money as possible while her boyfriend worked two jobs as well.
All around I got to experience humanity in an interesting way when I worked there.
>I remember one guy was this fat slob whos car was filled with heaps of trash and ashes and he was dressed in literal filthy rags of torn clothes.
He probably didn't have time to clean his car or change his clothes. He had to get his food eat it as quickly as possible, and get back to his important job as a Cinemaphile Cinemaphile janitor.
The only "good" thing about these kind of jobs is that you really get to experience all the spectrum of the human race, from the best to the worst.
I hope the black grill with the mental disorder is doing good btw.
>here was also this girl who was like 17 and just had a baby and I walked into the freezer one day and saw her filling her purse with milk and she looked at me with complete desperate fear in her eyes, so I just looked away and pretended I didnt see her.
Goddamn, that's rough.
>I didnt know people like that actually existed.
I thought they were a meme until I heard regular stories about said people from people working retail. I don't even hear about most of them, just the ones that push enough buttons to ruin a person's day. A crazy racist lady even pulled a 'doesn't anyone speak English /American here!?!' to a staff of non-white workers (who were all born here and spoke perfect English) because they wouldn't give into her demands.
>A crazy racist lady even pulled a 'doesn't anyone speak English /American here!?!' to a staff of non-white workers (who were all born here and spoke perfect English) because they wouldn't give into her demands.
Based
>spoke perfect English
I sincerely doubt that, given you don't bother learning the language even after three generations.
maybe drift back down to mexico - you work poorly because you're inherently lazy and stupid and don't realise first world countries have higher standards than diarrhoea, food poisoning and I'll mannered ghettoites
Why the anger? "Spoke perfect English" is grammatically correct. What is wrong with that statement? >given you don't bother learning the language even after three generations.
I think you meant "didn't" intsead of "don't". >Maybe you should drift back down to Mexico. You work poorly because you're inherently lazy, stupid, and don't realize first world countries have higher standards of living than having diarrhea, food poisoning and ill-mannered ghetto-ites.
I know English is hard for you, so I corrected your post. I hope this helps.
Are you fricking moronic? His sentence was clearly emphasizing ongoing or habitual behavior, so "don't" is absolutely correct, you would use "didn't" in case you wanted to convey a sense of past behavior or a historical context.
And you wrote "intsead" on top of that. moron.
Retail, Lowes. Managers implying you'll lose your job if you don't get enough credit card signups and at the same time implying you make too much money because of theoretical sales bonus numbers that are impossible to reach. Every weekly sales meeting having them shit all over everyone for not hitting 8% over last years target when we were still 6% over. Soul crushing shit. I work at a prison now and unironically have never felt more free.
Working in a top 10 worldwide insurance companies where the local investment management boss didn't understand how par yield curves and spot yield curves work.
Also he is completely oblivious of the concept of beta.
>"Oh boy, I love watching TV, I best I would be great at it!" >Get a job working as a Directv phone jockey >You are not allowed to hang up on people >Mexican trying to talk to you in spanish >"Ispik in spanich??" >"No" >Speaks to you in spanish anyway >Redneck disputing ppv and wrestling bills >Tell them you have it on record that they watched every minute of it >"Yer bullshitting a bullshitter" >"I'll just go to dish" >"I wouldn't watch porn, I'm a christian" >Some b***h who complains that the bill is so high >The bill has literally been the same every single month for the past few years >Thinks I can give her a discount because she thinks it costs so much >Redneck calling in to ask if we "got any specials" >buttholes getting mad that their football is blacked out >butthole who get the nfl sunday ticket but can't actually pay for it >butthole mad their DVR didn't work and now they missed american idol >Cute sounding girl ordering porn (Convince her that I hung up but actually I can hear her jerk off)
I worked for this cable installation business where every single employee hated each other and it was the most miserable thing in the world. I used to wake up dreading the day and was constantly nauseous from stress. My immediate boss just from the start didnt like me for some reason and he would intentionally start shit with me. I eventually started to stand up for myself and he would always threaten to get my "ungrateful ass" fired. I eventually quit and got some satisfaction a few months later when he called me up begging for me to come back because they were desperate for help.
Inbound customer service for an outsourced company. Did phone, TV, internet and banking services. Definitely a varied experience of people but the overwhelming majority of people hated it and you feel like an absolute loser especially if you're older than 20, there's a reason the average lifespan is 3 months. Shit pay getting screamed at for hours on end and constantly getting shit for KPIs, I became a manager purely because I stuck around and wasn't a moron but the stress of it and terrible pay for managing 20 people almost gave me stomach ulcers. I wanted to ride it out though to get a real role in the banking industry which thankfully I did, and it's amazing how much less I do for exponentially more money and benefits and treatment I get
I never worked a shit job, just focused on my education instead and then got a comfy high-paying office job right out of college. Also WFH 3 times a week. Reading this thread it doesn't seem to me that I missed out much, anything I would have earned back then would be nothing compared to what I make now.
Definitely something humbling in the life experience of drudging through a soul killing shit paying job and meeting all walks of life. Everyone should have to experience some of it
But I have noticed that based on people doing retail work or going right to office gig screws their idea of the definition of closing time. So you have 2 definitions. >Closing time means business is officially closed, everyone get out, there is no more business to be done that day! >Closing time means that is the last possible chance to get your foot in the door, but once you are in, they are open until the time you decide to leave!
People who have never worked retail seem to only believe in the second definition.
Frick that shit brings back furious memories. Dumb b***hes banging on the sliding doors literally at 10pm as we are shutting off lights and the owner (who only comes in to open and close the shop) orders us to let them in, reopen the tills (which we have already sent to the office) all so they can buy a bottle of coke or some shit
from what I've seen, closing time for some people who habitually work in shops closing time means: >want no customers or to deal with anyone at all or do anything for the last half an hour or hour before the stated closing time
if first customer in is at opening time, last customer out should be at closing time, you lazy shits.
same goes for phoning up customer support or any kind of service and they don't answer the phones for the last half an hour or hour of the day.
you choose to work there and someone set closing time at a specific time, so do your work. everyone, no matter the business has some cleanup/paperwork etc after officially closing the doors, you're not special.
went to a plant shop once 15 minutes before closing, the woman there was already talking with a customer/friend, had nothing else to do, I just wanted to pick up a plant pot. as soon as she saw me walk in, she shouted angrily across the shop at me - despite me not needing anything from her, and that it would take me 2 minutes to buy the plant pot.
c**ts like that guarantee I'll never return to a shop. same goes for scumbags in restaurants/cafes.
went to one with two other people, it was empty apart from for us. no waiter/doorman attending so we chose a four seater table, given we were three. the lunatic sprang from the other side of the restaurant where he'd been idling and demanded we sat at a 2 seater tiny square of a table without enough space even to fit our plates. so I asked for tap water and we left after our drinks, when we'd specifically gone out for a meal.
deranged freaks
I worked my ass off to get where I am, I still remember waking up at 6 am and just doing my school assignments and projects until 8 or 9 pm, for months at a time. If anything I deserve to brag about my accomplishments, even though I don't see anything like that in my original post.
Safeway. When I was a high school student there part time it was fine. Stealing bakery items. Smoking weed in the parking lot. Eating free fruits from produce after cutting them up and offering samples.
But when I came back after I had figured out college and wanted some income before I graduated the environment completely changed. I guess by this point it'd been bought out and was currently under a woman manager. (I went back to the same safeway.) She was super callous and really disrespectful not that I cared that much but also at the time being in the union was mandatory and when I tried to get out I was told I couldnt and I should be grateful that "literal whos" were pocketing money from my check. And when I had left the first time I was making 10.80 an hour but when I came back I could barely get above 8.50 even though I was told I would get "something close to what I used to make." I think they gave me 8.60 when I complained enough but I quit a couple weeks later.
Operations Manager for a small production vehicle rental outfit in Los Angeles. We rented out speciality vehicles for film/TV/commercial/photoshoot/music video productions. Wardrobe trailers, makeup trailers, 4-8 room honeywagons, 2-4 room cast trailers, celebrity motorhomes, cube trucks, stakebeds, and all kinds of production equipment (everything ranging from walkie talkies and folding tables to steel decking).
The business owner was a multimillionaire lunatic cokehead with borderline personality disorder who lived 2.5hrs away in O.C. and only came in a few times per week. He would come in, do a bump, flip out about some meaningless bullshit, throw papers all over the office, and scream at me. I would tell him to go frick himself and threaten to walk out; he would apologize and leave. Then the next time he would come in, he'd bring me an envelope of cash or a case of Rombauer and apologize. Most of the time that he spent in the office he was either going on one of the coke rampages described above, or laying face down on his desk with his wife (or one of his kids) screaming at him over speakerphone about what a piece of shit he was.
His dad had given him a $5M loan to start the business back in '95, and he slowly (and mostly unsuccessfully) built it up until it was doing about $7M/yr. Very little business sense. The guys who drove the production vehicles were in the Teamsters Local 399, which meant that he had to pay certain union fees whenever we hired one of them for a job (weird arrangement, but that's how it works universally in that industry - basically all driver employees are paid via 1099). Anyway, he decided that he didn't like the Teamsters so just didn't pay any union fees/dues for like 3 years. Finally got caught out, fined, and jammed up with so much legal shit that when all was said and done his total out-of-pocket was ~700% what it would have been had he just paid the fees.
I was working about 70hrs/week for this butthole. Would get to the office around 7AM and be there until 8PM. Phone would ring at all hours and all weekend with sales calls, clients b***hing about stupid issues. Once had Billie Bob Thornton's handler call me a stupid wienersucker because the satellite TV on the celeb moho that they were paying $1995/day + fuel + mileage for didn't work inside a steel and concrete soundstage.
That was the other thing - we did a lot of work with big, AAA production studios and companies. I was driving out to set on WB and Paramount lots to shake hands and kiss babies at least once a week. But we also did a lot of work with totally unscrupulous fly-by-night music video scumbags who would rack up a $20k rental bill and then drop off the face of the Earth, leaving us only with a small deposit and a credit card authorization for a canceled card. The owner repeatedly refused to let me demand different payment terms for these types of scumbags who were constantly fricking us out of money, and would scream at me when I explained that we had $600k in AR accounts past 120 days because these frickers hit it on the sly and dipped.
Pay was dogshit for all the stress at about $70k/yr. I was party to all kinds of fraud (insurance, registering vehicles out of state to avoid CA Sales Tax, CARB, PPP loan apps during COVID, etc.) and could probably make a few phone calls and keep that wienersucker in a civil courtroom for the rest of his life.
I flew the coop in 2020, after about 1.5 years there. Can't believe I stayed as long as I did. Now I make literally double - with great benefits - fully remote, working as a Project Manager for a large corporation.
>But we also did a lot of work with totally unscrupulous fly-by-night music video scumbags who would rack up a $20k rental bill and then drop off the face of the Earth, leaving us only with a small deposit and a credit card authorization for a canceled card. The owner repeatedly refused to let me demand different payment terms for these types of scumbags who were constantly fricking us out of money, and would scream at me when I explained that we had $600k in AR accounts past 120 days because these frickers hit it on the sly and dipped.
lmao were these rap video producers? Wouldn't surprise me if that were the case.
>Pay was dogshit for all the stress at about $70k/yr.
Jesus I make that much at current job and it's way less taxing than what you put up with, and considering you're in CA that's gotta be hell. Glad you made it out anon.
Yeah, mostly rap video producers. They were really a trip to work with. Almost unbelievably disorganized and fricked up all around. Always calling at the last minute with insane location changes and vehicle additions. It was very common for them to rent 3+ celeb vehicles and only use one of them - essentially paying $6-10k + driver fees for nothing. Then again, half the time they didn't plan on paying the bill so no skin off their back I guess.
Big film/TV shoots were the best. Commercials were typically really good too - down to Earth, buttoned-up PMs, and competent crews. Small TV was often rough. PM and Producers there were typically talentless buttholes that washed out of Directing/Camera Operating half a decade ago, but still expect to be treated like royalty because they ran 2nd camera on Season 3 of Nanny 9-1-1 fifteen years ago.
Photoshoots were a mixed bag. An aside - took 2 gay PS Directors to a Rams game with the owner of my company once. Owner got shitfaced and drunk drove the PS guys back to one of their houses in Silver Lake in a lifted Wrangler with a jacked up front-end that made the whole vehicle shake like the Challenger when you got above 45MPH. I guess the shaking plus the 11 stadium Coors Lights he drank got to him, so when we pulled up to the house he leaned out the window and sprayed a stream of puke out into the street and mumbled at us all to get out. That kind of thing was not uncommon.
Music Videos were typically nightmarish, as I described above.
I was working about 70hrs/week for this butthole. Would get to the office around 7AM and be there until 8PM. Phone would ring at all hours and all weekend with sales calls, clients b***hing about stupid issues. Once had Billie Bob Thornton's handler call me a stupid wienersucker because the satellite TV on the celeb moho that they were paying $1995/day + fuel + mileage for didn't work inside a steel and concrete soundstage.
That was the other thing - we did a lot of work with big, AAA production studios and companies. I was driving out to set on WB and Paramount lots to shake hands and kiss babies at least once a week. But we also did a lot of work with totally unscrupulous fly-by-night music video scumbags who would rack up a $20k rental bill and then drop off the face of the Earth, leaving us only with a small deposit and a credit card authorization for a canceled card. The owner repeatedly refused to let me demand different payment terms for these types of scumbags who were constantly fricking us out of money, and would scream at me when I explained that we had $600k in AR accounts past 120 days because these frickers hit it on the sly and dipped.
Pay was dogshit for all the stress at about $70k/yr. I was party to all kinds of fraud (insurance, registering vehicles out of state to avoid CA Sales Tax, CARB, PPP loan apps during COVID, etc.) and could probably make a few phone calls and keep that wienersucker in a civil courtroom for the rest of his life.
I flew the coop in 2020, after about 1.5 years there. Can't believe I stayed as long as I did. Now I make literally double - with great benefits - fully remote, working as a Project Manager for a large corporation.
I had a corporate job recently, and it was the best and worst job I've ever had.
Pros: >pay, benefits, office had a kitchen and a video game room
Cons: >endless stupid meetings >condescending perfectionist micromanager >manager above her was a "if you can lean you can clean" boomer type >manager above him was useless >expected to do 5% more work every year >constant calls from stupid angry customers >working with other departments was a nightmare
I was in highschool. Some kid in the drama club (i was not in the drama club) said that i would get the equivalent of like 10$ an hour for a 5 hour shift... which sounded like a lot to me at the time, and that they would provide costumes.
Got there, they made me wear some shitty thing (kinda expected) and told me to stand here and "scare people". I didn't really know what that meant, so i tried various things. None of them worked, because who the frick gets scared in a corn maze? Some time later one of the managers came by to yell at me for not being scary enough, threatened to pay me nothing at all (even though i had been there for 3 hours at that point).
By the end my voice was gone, i was exhausted and embarrassed, and just wanted to go home. Got home around midnight and had to wake up for school the next day around 7:00... but i got 50$... so i guess that's something.
I much preferred the 12 hour days "volunteering" at the local summer camp for $3.25 an hour. Even though that was exhausting, it was kinda fun and somewhat fulfilling for a highschooler.
Worked at an electronics store with a heavy commission focus. After about a month I hated it some much I just stopped turning up and never gave any notice. Eventually they sent me something in the mail months later stating something to the effect that they consider out relationship ended though I already moved on to a new job by that point.
I've never had a shitty job, and I'm constantly paranoid waiting for when the job I have is going to go south because I don't know how I could handle it.
grocery store in low income housing area >had to be careful pushing carts so you don't get stuck with a needle >cleaning up homeless man diarrhea off the sidewalks >constant theft, almost daily I would hear the feral screams of fentanyl zombies and shaniquas being tackled by security >constantly understaffed because everyone quits after a week >all the regular bad things about retail but x10 >wage not even competitive for the area
>all this happens >store eventually closes >Democrats complain about "food deserts" in lower income black areas and chalk it up to mean racist capitalist
disprove him, moron. are we not sending money to ukraine? look at the amount of immigrants coming, and whats their demographics. youre so fricking stupid, who do you think youre convincing?
More due to the fact that the people who b***h the most about low income areas having few businesses are almost entirely born wealthy or upper middle class people who have never once been to a low income area a day in their lives and just assume all descriptions are just racist people being racist.
“Swamper” for a wildland firefighting interagency hotshot crew. A swamper is the person who works with a “sawyer” (guy who uses a chainsaw to cut a fuel break). I had to follow my sawyer around and throw logs, branches, brush into a safe area away from the fire. I had to carry all that shit while wearing a 40lbs pack on my back and doing it on some steep ass mountain in 95 degree heat while breathing in smoke. The crew I was on would work from about 6am to about 830pm then eat an MRE and go to bed in our sleeping bags right next to where we were working. Then wake up the next morning and start all over again. By the end of the fire season I wanted to kms.
Doing corporate video production work. One was a motorcycle company that kept trying to get me purchase a bike despite that I drove a shit box car and had no insurance. In fairness I was doing really bad financially and fricking hated myself for it.
Weirdly enough the menial jobs I did (fast food, call center) weren't that bad. The pay was shit and customers/clients could be dicks but I was young so it didn't matter.
>One was a motorcycle company that kept trying to get me purchase a bike despite that I drove a shit box car and had no insurance. In fairness I was doing really bad financially and fricking hated myself for it.
To be fair, a cheap "beginner" motorcycle, like a Ninja 250, is extremely cheap to own, ride, and maintain. Those things get like 75mpg, you can always find them on craigslist/fbmp for ~ 1200$, they never depreciate lower than 1000$ as long as you don't completely destroy it, and the insurance for them is going to be a fraction of the cost of a car.
>To be fair, a cheap "beginner" motorcycle, like a Ninja 250, is extremely cheap to own, ride, and maintain. Those things get like 75mpg, you can always find them on craigslist/fbmp for ~ 1200$, they never depreciate lower than 1000$ as long as you don't completely destroy it
Yeah nowadays that would be a decent buy in my current situation, but I can't stress how fricking broke I was following some immediate poor financial decisions I made after leaving school. Literally had less than a grand in the bank and I wasn't about to purchase anything on a credit card besides from basic necessities.
>Literally had less than a grand in the bank and I wasn't about to purchase anything on a credit card besides from basic necessities.
That's better off than most people in the united states.
I also had like 60 grand in student loans that were in forbearance and just racking up with interest at the time. I figured if I stuck it out there I would move up, start paying them off, and MAYBE take in interest in motorcycles. But I was stupid and easily depressed by how destitute and aimless I was, and eventually they could see I wasn't a good fit.
Thinking about it, besides the bike shilling I got from my boss, there were some good people there. And I can at least say I wasn't the most incompetent hire there.
I mean... you still should get into bikes. They can be an excellent way to relax and unwind on the weekends, and you can use them to meet some absolute bros too.
I was absolutely shocked how cheap they were to get started on, since i was (and still am) a "car guy" who was used to even the cheapest of shitboxes being 5k+.
just make sure to always ride with a helmet, gloves, and jacket. Even a cheap one is way way better than nothing at all.
I had a ninja 500 for a few years. Insurance was 7$ a month, it got 55mpg and was the fastest thing i owned at the time. >bought for 1400$ at 18k miles >took my license test on it >let all my friends borrow it for learning on/taking their tests since it was an easy bike to ride >sold for 1600$ at 23k miles 2 years later to a friend of a friend. >he rode it for about a year and then sold it for 1700$ when he upgraded to a cruiser >some teenage moron a few owners later rode it without registering it, crashed it in boston, and ran from the scene.
Don't talk about work here. I hate working, I hate having to work, when I'm not working I don't want to think about it.
Not even marxist just don't like it
>be me not gay >need money
<niigger mode activated >sell my ass on the street like some hooker >apply for job in facebook >I'm now team lead of their online safety council
AMA
I did one day of training to be store manager of a Taco Bell when I was 20. All the fat ugly white trash girl crew members would let the Mexican workers grab their breasts and asses and talk about fricking them and shit constantly. It was so bizarre. Went home and called the regional manager and explained the situation and never stepped foot in that store again.
I worked in insurance sales and admin and felt like a scumbag, I reckon working in claims work make me feel even worse. You'd constantly feel like you're screwing people not to mention people needing to claim for damage are in the worst state and either ready to cry or scream and you'll cop the brunt of it.
>be me >driving along the highway >road debris in the middle of the highway >some drunk butthole hit the exit sign and sent it into the middle of the road >try to avoid it, can't >entire subframe of car fricked >14 other cars also hit it and got disabled >highway shut down for 5 hours while 3 different police forces try to get enough tow trucks to clean shit up >cops never caught the guy who did it (he abandoned he car 10 miles later after crashing it into a guardrail and fled on foot) >try to get insurance to pay for the tow + work on my car >they won't cover it since there isn't an official "at fault" for the drunk guy who caused it all >wouldn't even cover my tow charge. >later that yeah they raised my rates because of that >called them out on it because i wasn't at fault. They said they weren't raising my rates, but removing my "no accidents" deduction. >they kept repeating "we're not raising your rates" - probably for legal reasons.
That's when i realized that nearly every form of insurance was a scam and they would pull absolutely every trick they could in order to not pay out, and then turn around and frick you over for more money.
I worked in insurance sales and admin and felt like a scumbag, I reckon working in claims work make me feel even worse. You'd constantly feel like you're screwing people not to mention people needing to claim for damage are in the worst state and either ready to cry or scream and you'll cop the brunt of it.
My uncle was a claims adjuster down in Hurricane country in Florida. He used to buy random things like bikes, boats, cars etc off the rick guys who had their vacation homes destroyed. Majority of them just wanted to sell all they had and ditch the state forever. So he ended up with a side business repairing and reselling boats. He also ended up with a 79 Corvette for just a few thousand. He made way more money selling the boats than working insurance, but stayed with it because it was how he got all his stock.
Construction in London. Lived in England for 15 years loved the country, grew to love rain also. But working in construction was literally a fricking nightmare, all the managers ware coked out alcoholics, most of them Irish. Complete slaves to the job, some of them would have 5 houses and still they would come to work on two hours of sleep after boozing all night to work with backs like hunchback of notre dame. All the lads working there, Polish, Lithuanian, Irish didn't matter, all of them were some tough guys from their old neighborhoods wannabe Mafioso's. All of them alcoholic degenerates, with diseases of 70 year old's such as radiculitis, arthritis, osteoporosis at the ripe age of 30. We had these unbelievably unreachable timelines at the site, where multiple companies were working which we had to finish thought out the week, then at the weekend we would be "forced" to work on price, which was essentially mandatory, because if you didn't come on weekend when the site was "officially" closed to meet all the deadlines, you wouldn't get the call for job next week. Most of the time we ware supposed to get double the wages for weekend, work, almost all the time we got frick all, because the managers would come at the end of Sunday and offer to buy us all few pints at the pub, and a round of laughs. I remember I saw on many occasions, the bonuses all the managers and foremen would share amongst each other, with envelopes as thick as yellow pages book. And once during such Sunday I asked to get advance on my salary, instead of 5 fricking pints of lager which would cost them 20quid max. You should see the fricking social piranha I became at the same, holy frick they roasted me for like months. Everyday coming back home covered in mud, every single week either with some fricking flu or cold, every single day doing a job that I was not supposed to do. I was Carpenter, and we had to do bricklaying, plumbing, electric work, floor installation, shatter laying, welding
Lithuania, I left after Brexit, most of the white people were leaving London back to Europe so honestly It was getting to brown for me there, even thought I was used to it being the norm since I attended public school since year 5 and went to college there.
Sealing envelopes. It was only a temp job but I could work alone, watch youtube videos on my phone and take my breaks whenever I wanted as long as I met my daily quota. Pay was surprisingly good, too.
>how’d you end up there?
I'm a cs major who never graduated and have been out of school for many years. In my fruitless search for tech jobs I applied to a few less relevant jobs, like loss prevention at home depot or surveillance at local casino.
>What do you look for exactly
on the job I look at table games and for whatever specific game I'm watching I make sure the dealer is dealing the game correctly; the dealer is taking losers, pushing ties, and paying winners; the dealer is paying patrons correctly (based on payout odds); I make sure patrons aren't cheating, and in the case of blackjack I look for card counters and possible advantage players.
you have to know basic strategy inside and out, to the point where you can take notice when someone on the table deviates from basic strategy, because basic strategy alone will not give you an advantage
you also have to be able to count cards, you dont necessarily have to know what the running count is, (because you might have started the table mid-shoe) but you should know on every round if the running count went up or down, and from there you look at the player-in-question's wager if it went up or down or stayed the same, because flat betting will never give a player an advantage.
if all those things are confirmed then we review past hands and then make a decision to either have them backed off or not.
3 months ago
Anonymous
>you have to know basic strategy inside and out,
I'm really good at strategy games, does this count?
3 months ago
Anonymous
not really, you just have to memorize these two charts with the same intensity as memorizing right and left
3 months ago
Anonymous
what does D and DS mean
3 months ago
Anonymous
D=double down if allowed, otherwise hit
DS=double down if allowed, otherwise stand
just realized those charts are missing the splits which actually are the first step in the basic strategy flow chart
Art supervisor at a tiny mobile game dev studio. Remote work, supervisor and the owners are in California, all I do is hand out assignments given to me from the design team, thumbs up or down the stuff the contract artists send me, and on Friday I do the weekly contractor hours paperwork and send out payments. Every other week I am in an hour long call with the other supervisors, nothing hard at all.
Admin in the AIrforce I got to meet cool people travel and milk benefits. Doing almost nothing because no one knew what my job was there were stupid moments but if you arent a mouthbreather you are seen as a super high achiever
Probably current job.
I work in an industrial laundry factory.
We loan out bedding, towels and tableware. It comes back dirty it and it gets washed then loaned back out. Luckily I'm rarely at that end of the factory.
My primary job is to put towels through the folding machine. I average ~600 towels an hour. It's as soul crushing as it sounds.
>Cold calling for a heating company >Most of the cutomers are blue collar morons, their wives, or immigrants >power through the first week >lose it with one guy on the following Tuesday >Call him a homosexual and tell him I hope Black folk beat his wife >fired
I worked at Costa coffee which is a major coffee chain in UK. Don't fricking do it bong anons. >min wage >you get treated like shit by EVERYONE >all customers have some really moronic expectations on what you can and can't serve, some even tried to fricking haggle >long hours (think I longest I worked was 13) >had to wear some gay uniform >costa sends in "inspectors" from HQ. Basically it was like a secret boss thing. They'd come in, pretend to be a normal customer then after finishing their order they'd reveal they were the inspector (wow amazing bruv, want a fricking medal) >said inspector marked us down because none of us smiled at him >I unironically considered killing myself because my life was going nowhere but then I got a much more comfy corpo job
The only upside was bored milfs would flirt with you which was nice
1. picked fruits, tiny ones. was paid by weight and despite picking as fast as I could and not eating them, it didn't cover my transport costs for the day, so I never went back after the first day.
2. call centre selling double glazing, had to phone people up and ruin their evening by lying to them. the second day the sub manager called me into an unused room and said it probably wasn't for me. I didn't even give any bank details so never was paid for it, was upset at being sacked from my first job outside of a paper round, despite it being shit. was a girl next to me who was I talking to, who I'd met a couple of years before, friend of a friend. we were getting on well, maybe a reason why they kicked me out, and never had her contact, so never saw her again after that. vicky.
3. placement in a zoo, I was stationed in a gift shop with a looney woman who was a paranoid mess. she wouldn't let us sit down the entire day, had to always be doing something in a shop with useless tat and 2-3 customers a day. the place had two full walls of deep glass shelves with hundreds of little animal ornaments on them that no one ever bought. I was assigned to clean those shelves, which meant removing all the little ornmanets one by one, cleaning the glass and replacing them all, dozens of shelves per day. lunch break was 15 minutes, including the time to walk to the canteen, queue and eat, I was given an allowance of 1.50 which was barely enough to have one item to eat, and as it was a placement through the school, it was unpaid. I was only there for 2 weeks.
worst job I ever worked was at a non-profit, but it wasn't really a wagie job. only wagie job I worked was overnight security at a hotel, and it was pretty comfy af. I would run the shuttle service to the airport, so I'd get $20-30/night on top of the $11.50/hour I made (this was in 2011-2013). free breakfast from the hotel restaurant, too, which was a nice perk. and free food from weddings/other events
Working nights as a picker in a grocery store warehouse made me want to kill myself immediately. I've never had to confront my poor decisions so viscerally as I did then.
I wouldn't know.
One one hand, I'm very good at turning my brain off and just do menial shit for hours. On the other I don't think I have ever worked the same job long enough for it too become soul crushing. Tiring, sure? Wanna-make-me-kill-myself, never.
I almost started crying on my first night at an Amazon Warehouse but that was because of exhaustion and the general depression that led me to jump on the first shitty job I could find in order to keep myself alive and not just rot in bed in the dark. Once I somewhat got the rhythm (I never was that good at running, but I put in the hours and got my shit sorted). Sure, after a year I punched a wall until I broke my hand, but again that was more the depression of "I got an actual job, I'm working out, I'm meeting new people, this was supposed to help and NOTHING has changed" than the desperation of a shitty job leaking into my actual life.
Recently started working as a kindergarten janitor. It is crazy to me that they just threw 3-YO at me with basically no check of any kind, I could be a child rapist for all they knew.
But whatever.
It is a strangely pleasant job: sure you mop up paste, smushed food, clean tiny asses from liquid shit, but dealing with the kids is honestly hilarious (I don't have to educate them, so frick it I can high-five a toddler because he just took a funny-shaped turd), and since everybody is constantly busy reeling in a hundred toddlers there's a kind of trench-cameraderie among the whole staff (janitorial, teachers, etc...) that makes everybody kinda equal so that there's basically zero gossiping or talking-behind-each-other's-back.
Also I kinda get the feeling that it wouldn't be that hard for an average, non sociopathic, even only slightly outgoing guy to score a bunch of pussy among the droves of women in there as you are often the only guy they interact with for most of their days. I'm just too autistic to capitalize on that but I wish the best to all my coworkers all over the world.
I can do the most tedious, repetitive tasks for hours on end as long as I don't have to talk to anyone. My last job was at a warehouse and I would just volunteer to make the boxes for product shipments because I had a seperate area all to myself and could just browse on my phone unsupervised inbetween folding boxes. The times I actually had to be on the line with all the old boomer b***hes and soiboys who worked there were hell. I'd have to wear earplugs just to drown them out.
I worked a lot of retail hell, Toys R Us, couple restaurants, Best Buy, The worst one was actually Target. But it was specifically one Target in a small town.
I worked at one in another town and transferred when I moved for college. This one was a fricking nightmare for several reasons. Firstly, everyone in there is totally expendable since college towns have massive populations of retail worker age people in them so it is incredibly hard to get part time work anywhere, every place has a hundred or more applicants for any position. So they knew they could make employees do anything and abuse them all they wanted and most people would really never randomly quit because they knew it could be a long time before getting another job.
Target is already a place where all the Kareny Karens congregate and I have many a story of unhinged middle aged white women who lose their shit and demand someone being fired over something being sold out or simply not existing.
This place sucked because we had a manager who never ever wanted to go home. He was actively avoiding his family so he remained at work for hours past shift ends. We were never ever allowed to leave at the scheduled end of a shift. 7 hour shits always turned into 11 and 12 hour shifts because manager never wanted to leave, and kept finding more work to do over and over and over again. He always found more boxes that needed unloading, more stuff to put on shelves, or would have us move shelves and rearrange an aisle, we rearranged aisles at least 2 times a week well into 2 and 3 AM. He would pace around and just search for more shit to do and get the team to get on that for a few more hours every single night. Lots of times we left after the early morning truck crew showed up (4AM) With lots of us having another shift at 5 the next afternoon.
if you're just unloading or stocking then the actual work is unironically decent and good moderate exercise, it's the week-to-week scattershot schedule (have fun ever getting 2 days off consecutively) and working every weekend, night and holiday that will break you down
I worked in the backroom of a Wal-Mart. Pay was shit but I didn't have to do anything besides unload the trucks (which usually took an hour or two) and frick around for the rest of the day.
The menial labor like stocking shelves and unloading freight is not that bad. It's the dealing with totally bugfrick insane people that grates on your soul until you decide to hate humanity.
I was an assistant measurer. The senior measurer and I had very little to do and it was dull as hell. One time our boss arrived and asked one of us to count the number of screws in a small cup sized box. Sounded idiot proof so I assumed the task was for me but the senior dude was bored as frick and wouldn't let me, so I just went back to looking at my phone. Thank god it was only for a month.
Honestly, most of my white collar work has been pretty painless and I have always been decently compensated.
First job ever was at a grocery store when I was a teenager. I thought coming in I'd be stocking shelves or doing check-out. Nope - fast food section. Think those rotisserie chicken stations but with other hot foods.
Job just kind of sucked all around. Since I was new, I exclusively had the closing shifts. Start at around 1PM, we'd close the food section at 8:30ish, and then we'd have to clean until 10PM. 4-5 days a week. Cleaning those chicken spit things with all the grease, or the counters, or worse you could just be pure dish duty all evening. Better yet, old Indian dude would sometimes be on shift, and he pretty much refused to do any cleaning. Too proud lol.
Other people I worked with were nice enough. I was the youngest by at least 5-6 years. Everyone who was in their 20-40s had all been there at least a year or two and I don't know how they didn't kill themselves. I quit after about 4 months, no notice, and it was the happiest I'd ever been.
Worked home renos as general labour for about a month and that job was arguably just as bad but moreso from a physical perspective.
translator/transcriber
absolutely grueling work
even working from home(long before covid was ever a thing) it was by far the most soul destroying thing i have ever done
i hate this ai slop but that is one "career" i think should be totally moved to ai only
humans shouldn't have to do that shit anymore.
Was it difficult like 'I don't know how to translate this', or just the mental toll it takes to constantly be switching languages in your head? Or maybe both?
the workload
you are treated LITERALLY like a machine
it was like having an infinitely tall stack of papers at your desk at all times
there was never a feeling of "oh i can just work a bit of over time and finish this job and relax tomorrow"
but i worked from home like i said and the job was just like quotas?
it was a foreign company that had employees from all over the world so they could be completing projects round the clock
so for clients they were assured that any time or day they could send in material to be translated/transcribed and someone would start work on it immediately and they would have the results usually within a few hours
so for me it was mostly audio transcription
i would "clock in" and then just start work on whatever was at the top of the pile in my inbox which would be an audio file that i would have to download and start listening to
but this being at least 10 years ago iirc the audio quality was so variable trying to fill a quota but being stuck on some dogshit quality file and then either having to throw in the towel and give that task to someone else and not get paid for the hours you worked on it even if it was partially completed.
i lasted about a year before just being unable to do it anymore
now im in aged care and its pretty much better in every aspect
remember if you see translator or transcriber it equals dogshit.
some people i guess are actual autistic human robots and they do well but i just cant imagine recommending that to anyone.
i also had a friend a while back who dedicated 10 years of her life to being a japanese translator, and she was really good but after again a year or so she decided to go back to uni and get a totally different degree to get a job she actually enjoyed, last i heard shes now in some cushy government position.
Current one. Work from home vidya qa. The game is dogshit, the company is dogshit and I hate how everyone is so hyper to pretend it's good.
Previous boss was ok because he was barely present, but he changed projects, leaving a newcomer russian woman as replacement. I'm quiet quitting and looking for something better.
The most fun I had working was freelancing on the side for a startup, but that contract ran out this year.
Call centre for charity
Managed to get 20 bucks out of an old lady who said she was already struggling with what she had on pension to get by
My boss was listening in to the call and her and my other colleagues all cheered after the call
I still remember the pain I heard in the old ladies voice in having to part with her money
Quit after 1 day because of the guilt
Never doing that shit again
Probably at this mom and pop auto parts store. They mixed paint inside so it always smelled like fumes and was probably extremely unhealthy, especially at near - min wage.
I had boomers yelling at me when I didn't know their niche questions since they expected an expert at a small business. My manager would get drunk almost every day and go missing whilst the assistant manager would randomly freak out at me about tiny things going wrong.
Spent an entire year of my life there hating every day to earn 22k.
Walmart. Got laid off before benefits kicked in, which was not uncommon. Those stores are just lightning rods for terrible people in general.
All other jobs I had I had to do general janitor work for bathrooms so I was not averse to cleaning piss and pubes off urinals or whatever, but Walmart really showed how dysfunctional some people really are in terms of just keeping stuff in a bowl and flushing it.
There's also the McDonalds inside it, which never smelled good to me, so that odor just wafted in the entire store.
project manager for an automated driving tech company
My background is in code and all I did was fill out safety reports and compile test results all day
I learned to be organized because I had to juggle so many balls but boy did I hate that place
worked at a family owned recycling place for a few years refurbishing equipment and reselling it pay was garbage for the industry and everyone constantly lied about everything, even the stuff that didn't matter but i was desperate. the owners, husband and wife, were full blown alcoholics (getting shitfaced before 10AM, stumbling and slurring their words drunk), had their two sons working there being shitbags. one was the 'manager' who had serious anger issues and took it out on everyone else, the other was a stoner flunkey that got paid more than everyone else to put shit into boxes. i quickly figured out that their business was only viable because they had one supplier that would drop off brand new high end equipment all the time (they eventually stopped). this family essentially stole everything they could from the company and never invested a penny into anything, even getting printer toner or toilet paper was a huge ordeal.
finally had enough of the shit and left before covid only for them to beg me to come back a few months later. one owner drank theirself to death and the one son that was in charge quit. i came back afterward for a huge pay raise because they were desperate and proceeded to do maybe a quarter of the work i did previously because the place was still miserable to work at and the owner was a legitimate schizophrenic who was now not only an alcoholic but was also popping xannies like they were going out of style.
on the plus side, I knew the industry and now I do the same job for myself with none of the hassle and more pay.
family owned/ran companies are a complete tossup, they're either great or absolute fricking trash places to work.
out-bound call center for government sponsored surveys
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My friend used to do this as his first job out of high school, has cut marks on his arms to this day almost two decades later
I used to work at a local owned video rental place next door to an outbound call center. The difference in jobs was night and day. I had an easy time fricking around watching movies. The boss owned several other businesses around town so he was never there and it was always me and one other person just bored since no one ever came in before 5-6.
I would see the call center employees standing around out front on their smoke break with looks is complete suicidal despair all over their faces. If they were not truly dead inside and were walking zombies at this point. While I would watch Secret of Nimh or Dumb and Dumber on the little tv near the front desk.
cool story grandpa
I appreciated the story, anon
>Things that never happened
whats even remotely unrealistic about that. it sounds no different to the security guard guys i used to chat to. the "dumb" ones just watched movies all day long. the "smart" guy finished a degree just using the spare time to study.
where did he say out of the business district
Video store that happens to be out in the business district of town? what were you like the one retail space among all the big warehouses? Or are you lying your ass off and fricking moronic?
>6 threads with this guy's mug in the last 12 hours
why
It's been like that for the past 3-4 months
Before that, Office Space was rarely talked about on Cinemaphile. There must be a sperg who really likes the movie and has a lot of free time, I dunno
Economic troubles+covid gone+New Year's resolutions = Everybody back into the office for the New Year! = Wow a lot of people near retirement quit = We're not hiring more people or increasing pay or increasing budget, deal with it, I need my bonus = Time for you to take on their workload, not like you can leave, let me falsely promise that this'll distinguish you, third times the charm!
Some zoomies probably just stumbled across this movie.
i've done all sorts of shit but the worst was either door to door sales or cold calling
Luckily just stacking produce at the grocery store. It was mind numbing boring which made along with the shitty pop music and cold storage section made it super depressing. The older guys I worked with had literally been doing this for over 30 years out of highschool, it made me more motivated to graduate college
I work the same shit, it's full of cool young girls and mostly old ones, it's not the most difficult job, but comfy and easy. Summers are especially nice since bunch of highschool girls come
Dishwasher on a cruise ship, I was working on the "pride of America" which is owned by norwegian cruise lines and does 7 day cruises out in Hawaii.
>shift is from 7AM-7PM 7 days a week
>no days off, ever, work for 4 months straight then furloughed for 2 months
>given 3 sets of kitchen whites, have to clean them myself in a ship laundromat which were always full, would constantly break down, and had locking doors on the washers so people wouldn't take out your wash midway to free up the machine. But this meant if you screwed the settings up you had to wait until the wash was finished to try again
>the night shift girl was always late and they wouldn't let me leave until relieved like I was in the fricking military, so I had to work 30-1hr extra every day.
>work was filthy, physically demanding, and boring, running the dishwasher all day in the crew's cafeteria below decks
>supervisor wouldn't let me play music with a headphone on because "you need to be able to hear alarms" and wouldn't let me bring speakers because "this is the hospitality industry" never mind I didn't deal directly with passengers
>I had previously been a student at a maritime college and had dropped out, so my hope was that once I got out there I'd show them I knew things about deck seamanship and could get moved over to the deck department. When I was hired I was told this would be possible, but when I got out there it turned out not to be, and the guy who hired me was just a garbageman supervisor who didn't actually know what he'd been talking about
>living conditions were very spartan, 3 people living in a tiny cabin with an extremely small bathroom and shower
>pay was federal minimum wage of $7.25/hr
I lasted 2 months before I jumped ship. Very awful job.
Dear lord that's awful
Having to maintain your own uniforms was the most nonsensical one to me. If you walk into any kitchen in America that's management's job. There will just be a stack of whites sitting by the door for the kitchen staff to put on as they come in and put in the laundry bin as they leave. The stuff about the music as well was totally nonsensical, I think my supervisor may have actually had autism.
The pay was really demoralizing, but in hindsight I did get free room and board when I was on the ship and had basically no expenses so it wasn't as bad as it seemed. You were in Hawaii and could leave the ship when it was in port overnight in Maui and Honolulu, but who has the energy to do that after working a 12 hour day with no days off, AND you have to go and wash your clothes during your time off every 2 days?
The issue with switching over to being a deckhand was that they're governed by a different union, and you need to jump through hoops to become a member, so that was a nonstarter. But if I'd stuck on as a dishwasher for a year I would have qualified to get one of their union cards and could have tried to move over. But that just wasn't realistic for me. I hated the job and felt myself growing weak just after 2 months on that schedule. If I'd had even 1 day off a week it probably would have been manageable, but no.
Being a waiter on a cruise ship seems kinda comfy... at least more comfy than a dishwasher, but its probably got its own set of shit to deal with.
You were playing by European rules, and the rules for foreigners at that. you were to be exploited until you leave and immediately replaced by the next guy that they will exploit and immediately replace.
went on a cruise once and noticed the staff seemed to be more or less slaves without lives. had thought about working on one, but read about it and none of it sounded pleasant.
I've done long hour, almost no time off jobs, 16-18 hours a day most days for a couple of months and just the lack of sleep was causing neurological damage, couldn't form new memories - took me some time to recover. technically had a day off each week but since I was in charge of the team I had to prep everything that day anyway.
did you ever make it into sailing?
Jesus Christ. I would have murdered every one on board by the 3rd week.
>I lasted 2 months before I jumped ship.
ah!
I didn't actually jump ship, I gave them two weeks notice when the ship was in Honolulu and they said if I didn't want to be there I didn't have to stay the two weeks, so I packed my bags and left that day.
Because after dropping out of school I needed a job, and I wrongfully believed that would be an alternative way for me to make a career in the maritime industry. I also did it to get away from my family because I had left them in the dark about how bad things were going for me in school and they felt betrayed by that (they were paying for it as well). After leaving the ship I went back to living with my parents in NY. Things really sucked for a while, but eventually they got over it. I worked as a security guard for a little while (also a shit job btw), then worked as an EMT for a few years. Then I went back to college and got a BA. Got a job in state government as an investigator, did that for a few years. Then quit that a few years ago to start law school, which is where I am now.
why did you do it?
You're not sailor material lad
and that's a good thing
Yes, it is
Have you never been on a cruise before?
Why do you think the staff is all chinese or south-east asians
that's because they're foreign flagged ships, so they can hire third worlders. Since this remained in Hawaii it had to be US flagged, which meant they had to only hire US workers and abide by all US labor and employment laws. So I did assume it would be better than it was. When I talked to the people who worked on the other Norwegian Cruise Line ships they said the pay and conditions were much worse. A guy who'd been on a ship that went around Alaska said he was paid $4/hr, no overtime, and they were 6 to a cabin. That's why nearly all mariners are third worlders, because they're used to those kinds of deprivation and those slave wages aren't as laughable in their home country.
But no I'd never been on a big cruise ship before, so I didn't really know what to expect.
>84 hours a week of paid work
>job at same location as accommodation
>practically zero living expenses
So after your four months you will have 10 grand, most of which you would not have needed to spend on anything. I don't know what the tax rate is in the US but in my country you don't even get taxed on such a low amount of earnings.
$10,000 for 13 hour workdays for 4 months straight is actual piss garbage money. You're delusional.
>558,448.23 philippine pesos
>garbage money
You wouldn't save that up in a year unless you are some fricking 100k a year banker
No days off ever at 12 hours a day is insane. That is legitimate slave tier. Along with the other shit I don't know how management don't mysteriously fall overboard more often.
Wow, I was always told that cruse ship service stuff paid insanely well and it was actually worth the 3-4 month grueling work since you get off with a shitload of money. Seeing it as minimum wage, I wonder why anyone would do this instead of just a normal Waffle house job or something.
GOD BLESS AMERICA
>Norwegian cruise lines
But you do you, yurogay.
he said the minimum wage in america
>I lasted 2 months before I jumped ship.
Like...literally?
Stocker at grocery store
I stacked fruit stacks and sold them. It wasn't anything too bad but I got out of there and signed up for classes on something I've wanted to do for a while with that money. The thought of working there for years on end was not pleasant.
I hate that this movie makes the point that manual labor jobs are better than office jobs, the same exact shit happens there but with the bonus of busting your ass in the hot sun all day. For all the macho bullshit, I found most people in those kinds of construction jobs to be the most gossipy two faced homosexuals imaginable. They are tattle tales and will smile to your face while talking behind your back to your boss.
i read the movie more as he hated his current job so he got one he liked better
I think it is more about how some people are suited for manual labor and cannot stand being in an office, and some people love the office life and could never cut it outside.
Peter just couldn't stand all the annoying, b***hy, fake smile paper pushing shit with ten bosses, office culture idiots everywhere, and being locked in a tiny cubicle. He was happier around blue collar working guys outdoors who do not frick around or fake smile at anyone, with a single foreman, and bosses at some office somewhere he will never meet face to face.
it helped that his friend worked the same job
also if you dont like that manual labor job just go somewhere else
especially back in the 90s you didnt even need to try to find work
manual labor was always in demand
I worked in the meat department at a supermarket for a year, I was like the lowest wrung so I mostly unload a shit ton of 50lb to 80lb frozen meat all day spending hours in a freezer. That wasn't too bad but I had to stay after closing and clean all the cutting machines and knives and the whole room is covered in blood and animal parts etc. Always made be wanna puke. I'm sure people have worked worse jobs but this encouraged me to escape wagie life.
a shift job. bank the money and run.
cleaning the inside of walk-in freezers
24/7 on call Eruv wire repairman.
Not a job, but internship at jp morgan
What was the role?
I was the toilet
This might not sound so bad to anybody doing manual labor, but I promise that I've done everything from warehouse work to working in a 4 floor furniture store with no elevator and this job's the worst I've had.
I had a job doing internal sales for a company that sold websites to small/medium sized business owners. The sales that I would have to do was offering a service to 'clean' the customer's digital footprint.
Effectively was the way that it worked was different webcrawlers would publish their obsolete information to online databases, so the business would have 3 different old addresses and 4 different old phone numbers related to them, and it would affect their search ranking.
My job was to sell people clean up services, and most of our clientele was blue collar men from the midwest or southern states. Nobody knew wtf I was talking about and I was constantly in danger of getting fired for not making enough sales. I found ways to somehow explain wtf it even was we were selling, but unless I went out of my way to bullshit these people, they usually wouldn't buy.
There's a kind of existential dread that comes with doing manual labor, but there's an awful tedium in your livelihood being based on someone else's understanding of something when you're randomly cold calling them.
It sucked harder than shoveling gravel in house construction.
>a 4 floor furniture store with no elevator
surely there must be a better way to run a furniture store
>cold calling
you deserved it
>Live in Louisiana
>can immediately see through cold calling tricks because none of them can pronounce the common french last names here
>constantly frick with them and lead them on
>had one sperg out on me after calling 3 times wanting to speak with my boss
>"I-Im a close associate and friend of his and I will let him know how rude you are to me!"
>"Youre a close friend but you dont know how to pronounce his last name?"
>hangs up
I moved to Arkansas the northernmost part of NY that bordered Quebec and I had to do the opposite and learn how to pronounce things the way they're written and not all gay and french.
I lived in north Florida for a while where everyone purposely mispronounced French names by refusing the French accent. I grew up knowing Colbert as Call-Bert, and Joilet as Joy-Lett.
Can't wait for GTA 6, so much moronic Florida shenanigans to use
its not hard to pronounce words, moron
Burger King
I remember working at a Wendys right after highschool and it was really sad. My manager was the friend of the owners son, a guy who was 22, and he was a compete overbearing prick. He acted like a smarmy butthole because I guess that what he though bosses were from movies or whatever. Almost all the employees were an ever revolving door of white trash hick morons or ghetto blacks who never did their jobs. There was one black girl who has some sort of mental disorder who was always in a good mood and always showed up early and did her job, but a lot of the other workers were mean to her and I didnt like that. There was also this girl who was like 17 and just had a baby and I walked into the freezer one day and saw her filling her purse with milk and she looked at me with complete desperate fear in her eyes, so I just looked away and pretended I didnt see her.
A lot of the customers were complete disgusting trash. I remember one guy was this fat slob whos car was filled with heaps of trash and ashes and he was dressed in literal filthy rags of torn clothes. Another time this black guy pulled up smelling like shit and one of the black guys told me it was crack and he knew because his uncle is a crack addict. Another time this kindly old woman ordered a salad and then came back around the drive through to scream in my face because there wasnt enough lettuce or something. I didnt know people like that actually existed.
I also remember this guy in his 40s working there because he had just lost his job and this was the only job he could get now. There was also this black girl in her thirties who worked there that I liked. She was really nice and pretty and she was pregnant and was working to save up as much money as possible while her boyfriend worked two jobs as well.
All around I got to experience humanity in an interesting way when I worked there.
>I remember one guy was this fat slob whos car was filled with heaps of trash and ashes and he was dressed in literal filthy rags of torn clothes.
He probably didn't have time to clean his car or change his clothes. He had to get his food eat it as quickly as possible, and get back to his important job as a Cinemaphile Cinemaphile janitor.
The only "good" thing about these kind of jobs is that you really get to experience all the spectrum of the human race, from the best to the worst.
I hope the black grill with the mental disorder is doing good btw.
>here was also this girl who was like 17 and just had a baby and I walked into the freezer one day and saw her filling her purse with milk and she looked at me with complete desperate fear in her eyes, so I just looked away and pretended I didnt see her.
Goddamn, that's rough.
>I didnt know people like that actually existed.
I thought they were a meme until I heard regular stories about said people from people working retail. I don't even hear about most of them, just the ones that push enough buttons to ruin a person's day. A crazy racist lady even pulled a 'doesn't anyone speak English /American here!?!' to a staff of non-white workers (who were all born here and spoke perfect English) because they wouldn't give into her demands.
>A crazy racist lady even pulled a 'doesn't anyone speak English /American here!?!' to a staff of non-white workers (who were all born here and spoke perfect English) because they wouldn't give into her demands.
Based
>spoke perfect English
I sincerely doubt that, given you don't bother learning the language even after three generations.
maybe drift back down to mexico - you work poorly because you're inherently lazy and stupid and don't realise first world countries have higher standards than diarrhoea, food poisoning and I'll mannered ghettoites
Why the anger? "Spoke perfect English" is grammatically correct. What is wrong with that statement?
>given you don't bother learning the language even after three generations.
I think you meant "didn't" intsead of "don't".
>Maybe you should drift back down to Mexico. You work poorly because you're inherently lazy, stupid, and don't realize first world countries have higher standards of living than having diarrhea, food poisoning and ill-mannered ghetto-ites.
I know English is hard for you, so I corrected your post. I hope this helps.
Are you fricking moronic? His sentence was clearly emphasizing ongoing or habitual behavior, so "don't" is absolutely correct, you would use "didn't" in case you wanted to convey a sense of past behavior or a historical context.
And you wrote "intsead" on top of that. moron.
Retail, Lowes. Managers implying you'll lose your job if you don't get enough credit card signups and at the same time implying you make too much money because of theoretical sales bonus numbers that are impossible to reach. Every weekly sales meeting having them shit all over everyone for not hitting 8% over last years target when we were still 6% over. Soul crushing shit. I work at a prison now and unironically have never felt more free.
Most retail jobs that focus on sales are dehumanizing unless you're already a sociopath. Good for you for getting out of there.
there's a reason salesmen are alcoholics
Working in a top 10 worldwide insurance companies where the local investment management boss didn't understand how par yield curves and spot yield curves work.
Also he is completely oblivious of the concept of beta.
Hot Topic
>"Oh boy, I love watching TV, I best I would be great at it!"
>Get a job working as a Directv phone jockey
>You are not allowed to hang up on people
>Mexican trying to talk to you in spanish
>"Ispik in spanich??"
>"No"
>Speaks to you in spanish anyway
>Redneck disputing ppv and wrestling bills
>Tell them you have it on record that they watched every minute of it
>"Yer bullshitting a bullshitter"
>"I'll just go to dish"
>"I wouldn't watch porn, I'm a christian"
>Some b***h who complains that the bill is so high
>The bill has literally been the same every single month for the past few years
>Thinks I can give her a discount because she thinks it costs so much
>Redneck calling in to ask if we "got any specials"
>buttholes getting mad that their football is blacked out
>butthole who get the nfl sunday ticket but can't actually pay for it
>butthole mad their DVR didn't work and now they missed american idol
>Cute sounding girl ordering porn (Convince her that I hung up but actually I can hear her jerk off)
I worked for this cable installation business where every single employee hated each other and it was the most miserable thing in the world. I used to wake up dreading the day and was constantly nauseous from stress. My immediate boss just from the start didnt like me for some reason and he would intentionally start shit with me. I eventually started to stand up for myself and he would always threaten to get my "ungrateful ass" fired. I eventually quit and got some satisfaction a few months later when he called me up begging for me to come back because they were desperate for help.
wendys. lasted 8 days
Inbound customer service for an outsourced company. Did phone, TV, internet and banking services. Definitely a varied experience of people but the overwhelming majority of people hated it and you feel like an absolute loser especially if you're older than 20, there's a reason the average lifespan is 3 months. Shit pay getting screamed at for hours on end and constantly getting shit for KPIs, I became a manager purely because I stuck around and wasn't a moron but the stress of it and terrible pay for managing 20 people almost gave me stomach ulcers. I wanted to ride it out though to get a real role in the banking industry which thankfully I did, and it's amazing how much less I do for exponentially more money and benefits and treatment I get
>all these office jobs itt
Lol. I worked FedEx in my early 20s. Legit suicide fuel. But yea, it's really hard to answer a phone for $60k a year.
I was the first post ITT and my last job was fedex for 2 years
I never worked a shit job, just focused on my education instead and then got a comfy high-paying office job right out of college. Also WFH 3 times a week. Reading this thread it doesn't seem to me that I missed out much, anything I would have earned back then would be nothing compared to what I make now.
Definitely something humbling in the life experience of drudging through a soul killing shit paying job and meeting all walks of life. Everyone should have to experience some of it
It's a humility experience if anything.
But I have noticed that based on people doing retail work or going right to office gig screws their idea of the definition of closing time. So you have 2 definitions.
>Closing time means business is officially closed, everyone get out, there is no more business to be done that day!
>Closing time means that is the last possible chance to get your foot in the door, but once you are in, they are open until the time you decide to leave!
People who have never worked retail seem to only believe in the second definition.
Frick that shit brings back furious memories. Dumb b***hes banging on the sliding doors literally at 10pm as we are shutting off lights and the owner (who only comes in to open and close the shop) orders us to let them in, reopen the tills (which we have already sent to the office) all so they can buy a bottle of coke or some shit
from what I've seen, closing time for some people who habitually work in shops closing time means:
>want no customers or to deal with anyone at all or do anything for the last half an hour or hour before the stated closing time
if first customer in is at opening time, last customer out should be at closing time, you lazy shits.
same goes for phoning up customer support or any kind of service and they don't answer the phones for the last half an hour or hour of the day.
you choose to work there and someone set closing time at a specific time, so do your work. everyone, no matter the business has some cleanup/paperwork etc after officially closing the doors, you're not special.
went to a plant shop once 15 minutes before closing, the woman there was already talking with a customer/friend, had nothing else to do, I just wanted to pick up a plant pot. as soon as she saw me walk in, she shouted angrily across the shop at me - despite me not needing anything from her, and that it would take me 2 minutes to buy the plant pot.
c**ts like that guarantee I'll never return to a shop. same goes for scumbags in restaurants/cafes.
went to one with two other people, it was empty apart from for us. no waiter/doorman attending so we chose a four seater table, given we were three. the lunatic sprang from the other side of the restaurant where he'd been idling and demanded we sat at a 2 seater tiny square of a table without enough space even to fit our plates. so I asked for tap water and we left after our drinks, when we'd specifically gone out for a meal.
deranged freaks
all that education and yet it never taught you to be humble and not an annoying braggart
I worked my ass off to get where I am, I still remember waking up at 6 am and just doing my school assignments and projects until 8 or 9 pm, for months at a time. If anything I deserve to brag about my accomplishments, even though I don't see anything like that in my original post.
Safeway. When I was a high school student there part time it was fine. Stealing bakery items. Smoking weed in the parking lot. Eating free fruits from produce after cutting them up and offering samples.
But when I came back after I had figured out college and wanted some income before I graduated the environment completely changed. I guess by this point it'd been bought out and was currently under a woman manager. (I went back to the same safeway.) She was super callous and really disrespectful not that I cared that much but also at the time being in the union was mandatory and when I tried to get out I was told I couldnt and I should be grateful that "literal whos" were pocketing money from my check. And when I had left the first time I was making 10.80 an hour but when I came back I could barely get above 8.50 even though I was told I would get "something close to what I used to make." I think they gave me 8.60 when I complained enough but I quit a couple weeks later.
Operations Manager for a small production vehicle rental outfit in Los Angeles. We rented out speciality vehicles for film/TV/commercial/photoshoot/music video productions. Wardrobe trailers, makeup trailers, 4-8 room honeywagons, 2-4 room cast trailers, celebrity motorhomes, cube trucks, stakebeds, and all kinds of production equipment (everything ranging from walkie talkies and folding tables to steel decking).
The business owner was a multimillionaire lunatic cokehead with borderline personality disorder who lived 2.5hrs away in O.C. and only came in a few times per week. He would come in, do a bump, flip out about some meaningless bullshit, throw papers all over the office, and scream at me. I would tell him to go frick himself and threaten to walk out; he would apologize and leave. Then the next time he would come in, he'd bring me an envelope of cash or a case of Rombauer and apologize. Most of the time that he spent in the office he was either going on one of the coke rampages described above, or laying face down on his desk with his wife (or one of his kids) screaming at him over speakerphone about what a piece of shit he was.
His dad had given him a $5M loan to start the business back in '95, and he slowly (and mostly unsuccessfully) built it up until it was doing about $7M/yr. Very little business sense. The guys who drove the production vehicles were in the Teamsters Local 399, which meant that he had to pay certain union fees whenever we hired one of them for a job (weird arrangement, but that's how it works universally in that industry - basically all driver employees are paid via 1099). Anyway, he decided that he didn't like the Teamsters so just didn't pay any union fees/dues for like 3 years. Finally got caught out, fined, and jammed up with so much legal shit that when all was said and done his total out-of-pocket was ~700% what it would have been had he just paid the fees.
I was working about 70hrs/week for this butthole. Would get to the office around 7AM and be there until 8PM. Phone would ring at all hours and all weekend with sales calls, clients b***hing about stupid issues. Once had Billie Bob Thornton's handler call me a stupid wienersucker because the satellite TV on the celeb moho that they were paying $1995/day + fuel + mileage for didn't work inside a steel and concrete soundstage.
That was the other thing - we did a lot of work with big, AAA production studios and companies. I was driving out to set on WB and Paramount lots to shake hands and kiss babies at least once a week. But we also did a lot of work with totally unscrupulous fly-by-night music video scumbags who would rack up a $20k rental bill and then drop off the face of the Earth, leaving us only with a small deposit and a credit card authorization for a canceled card. The owner repeatedly refused to let me demand different payment terms for these types of scumbags who were constantly fricking us out of money, and would scream at me when I explained that we had $600k in AR accounts past 120 days because these frickers hit it on the sly and dipped.
Pay was dogshit for all the stress at about $70k/yr. I was party to all kinds of fraud (insurance, registering vehicles out of state to avoid CA Sales Tax, CARB, PPP loan apps during COVID, etc.) and could probably make a few phone calls and keep that wienersucker in a civil courtroom for the rest of his life.
I flew the coop in 2020, after about 1.5 years there. Can't believe I stayed as long as I did. Now I make literally double - with great benefits - fully remote, working as a Project Manager for a large corporation.
>But we also did a lot of work with totally unscrupulous fly-by-night music video scumbags who would rack up a $20k rental bill and then drop off the face of the Earth, leaving us only with a small deposit and a credit card authorization for a canceled card. The owner repeatedly refused to let me demand different payment terms for these types of scumbags who were constantly fricking us out of money, and would scream at me when I explained that we had $600k in AR accounts past 120 days because these frickers hit it on the sly and dipped.
lmao were these rap video producers? Wouldn't surprise me if that were the case.
>Pay was dogshit for all the stress at about $70k/yr.
Jesus I make that much at current job and it's way less taxing than what you put up with, and considering you're in CA that's gotta be hell. Glad you made it out anon.
Yeah, mostly rap video producers. They were really a trip to work with. Almost unbelievably disorganized and fricked up all around. Always calling at the last minute with insane location changes and vehicle additions. It was very common for them to rent 3+ celeb vehicles and only use one of them - essentially paying $6-10k + driver fees for nothing. Then again, half the time they didn't plan on paying the bill so no skin off their back I guess.
Big film/TV shoots were the best. Commercials were typically really good too - down to Earth, buttoned-up PMs, and competent crews. Small TV was often rough. PM and Producers there were typically talentless buttholes that washed out of Directing/Camera Operating half a decade ago, but still expect to be treated like royalty because they ran 2nd camera on Season 3 of Nanny 9-1-1 fifteen years ago.
Photoshoots were a mixed bag. An aside - took 2 gay PS Directors to a Rams game with the owner of my company once. Owner got shitfaced and drunk drove the PS guys back to one of their houses in Silver Lake in a lifted Wrangler with a jacked up front-end that made the whole vehicle shake like the Challenger when you got above 45MPH. I guess the shaking plus the 11 stadium Coors Lights he drank got to him, so when we pulled up to the house he leaned out the window and sprayed a stream of puke out into the street and mumbled at us all to get out. That kind of thing was not uncommon.
Music Videos were typically nightmarish, as I described above.
All that for 70k yearly in LA. How did you justify getting it up the ass in wages?
>wagie thread
>criticizing someone for making wagie wages
gee
Really well-written.
I had a corporate job recently, and it was the best and worst job I've ever had.
Pros:
>pay, benefits, office had a kitchen and a video game room
Cons:
>endless stupid meetings
>condescending perfectionist micromanager
>manager above her was a "if you can lean you can clean" boomer type
>manager above him was useless
>expected to do 5% more work every year
>constant calls from stupid angry customers
>working with other departments was a nightmare
Being an "actor" for one night at a Halloween corn maze.
Storytime, please.
I was in highschool. Some kid in the drama club (i was not in the drama club) said that i would get the equivalent of like 10$ an hour for a 5 hour shift... which sounded like a lot to me at the time, and that they would provide costumes.
Got there, they made me wear some shitty thing (kinda expected) and told me to stand here and "scare people". I didn't really know what that meant, so i tried various things. None of them worked, because who the frick gets scared in a corn maze? Some time later one of the managers came by to yell at me for not being scary enough, threatened to pay me nothing at all (even though i had been there for 3 hours at that point).
By the end my voice was gone, i was exhausted and embarrassed, and just wanted to go home. Got home around midnight and had to wake up for school the next day around 7:00... but i got 50$... so i guess that's something.
I much preferred the 12 hour days "volunteering" at the local summer camp for $3.25 an hour. Even though that was exhausting, it was kinda fun and somewhat fulfilling for a highschooler.
think anon wanted stories of the various people in the maze that night. girls, people's reactions, interesting observations.
Worked at an electronics store with a heavy commission focus. After about a month I hated it some much I just stopped turning up and never gave any notice. Eventually they sent me something in the mail months later stating something to the effect that they consider out relationship ended though I already moved on to a new job by that point.
I've never had a shitty job, and I'm constantly paranoid waiting for when the job I have is going to go south because I don't know how I could handle it.
grocery store in low income housing area
>had to be careful pushing carts so you don't get stuck with a needle
>cleaning up homeless man diarrhea off the sidewalks
>constant theft, almost daily I would hear the feral screams of fentanyl zombies and shaniquas being tackled by security
>constantly understaffed because everyone quits after a week
>all the regular bad things about retail but x10
>wage not even competitive for the area
>all this happens
>store eventually closes
>Democrats complain about "food deserts" in lower income black areas and chalk it up to mean racist capitalist
Trumpgays vote against their own economic interests
>infinity migrants, diversity quotas that specify not hiring whites and a billion dollars to ukraine is in your own interest chud!
> I live in Fox News induced boomer fantasy land
Ok chud
Easy to say, but harder to prove
>Giving infinity illegal immigrants free money is akshully in your own interest
Democrats vote against everyones self interest (except globalist)
disprove him, moron. are we not sending money to ukraine? look at the amount of immigrants coming, and whats their demographics. youre so fricking stupid, who do you think youre convincing?
bidenchuds vote against their own cultural interests
Hell yeah! Economic interests are fricking gay.
nobody likes black people. even black people kill each other all the time
More due to the fact that the people who b***h the most about low income areas having few businesses are almost entirely born wealthy or upper middle class people who have never once been to a low income area a day in their lives and just assume all descriptions are just racist people being racist.
“Swamper” for a wildland firefighting interagency hotshot crew. A swamper is the person who works with a “sawyer” (guy who uses a chainsaw to cut a fuel break). I had to follow my sawyer around and throw logs, branches, brush into a safe area away from the fire. I had to carry all that shit while wearing a 40lbs pack on my back and doing it on some steep ass mountain in 95 degree heat while breathing in smoke. The crew I was on would work from about 6am to about 830pm then eat an MRE and go to bed in our sleeping bags right next to where we were working. Then wake up the next morning and start all over again. By the end of the fire season I wanted to kms.
met a guy who did that every summer because he liked it and liked being in a crew. think he might have been volunteering even.
Doing corporate video production work. One was a motorcycle company that kept trying to get me purchase a bike despite that I drove a shit box car and had no insurance. In fairness I was doing really bad financially and fricking hated myself for it.
Weirdly enough the menial jobs I did (fast food, call center) weren't that bad. The pay was shit and customers/clients could be dicks but I was young so it didn't matter.
>One was a motorcycle company that kept trying to get me purchase a bike despite that I drove a shit box car and had no insurance. In fairness I was doing really bad financially and fricking hated myself for it.
To be fair, a cheap "beginner" motorcycle, like a Ninja 250, is extremely cheap to own, ride, and maintain. Those things get like 75mpg, you can always find them on craigslist/fbmp for ~ 1200$, they never depreciate lower than 1000$ as long as you don't completely destroy it, and the insurance for them is going to be a fraction of the cost of a car.
>To be fair, a cheap "beginner" motorcycle, like a Ninja 250, is extremely cheap to own, ride, and maintain. Those things get like 75mpg, you can always find them on craigslist/fbmp for ~ 1200$, they never depreciate lower than 1000$ as long as you don't completely destroy it
Yeah nowadays that would be a decent buy in my current situation, but I can't stress how fricking broke I was following some immediate poor financial decisions I made after leaving school. Literally had less than a grand in the bank and I wasn't about to purchase anything on a credit card besides from basic necessities.
>Literally had less than a grand in the bank and I wasn't about to purchase anything on a credit card besides from basic necessities.
That's better off than most people in the united states.
I also had like 60 grand in student loans that were in forbearance and just racking up with interest at the time. I figured if I stuck it out there I would move up, start paying them off, and MAYBE take in interest in motorcycles. But I was stupid and easily depressed by how destitute and aimless I was, and eventually they could see I wasn't a good fit.
Thinking about it, besides the bike shilling I got from my boss, there were some good people there. And I can at least say I wasn't the most incompetent hire there.
I mean... you still should get into bikes. They can be an excellent way to relax and unwind on the weekends, and you can use them to meet some absolute bros too.
I was absolutely shocked how cheap they were to get started on, since i was (and still am) a "car guy" who was used to even the cheapest of shitboxes being 5k+.
just make sure to always ride with a helmet, gloves, and jacket. Even a cheap one is way way better than nothing at all.
I had a ninja 500 for a few years. Insurance was 7$ a month, it got 55mpg and was the fastest thing i owned at the time.
>bought for 1400$ at 18k miles
>took my license test on it
>let all my friends borrow it for learning on/taking their tests since it was an easy bike to ride
>sold for 1600$ at 23k miles 2 years later to a friend of a friend.
>he rode it for about a year and then sold it for 1700$ when he upgraded to a cruiser
>some teenage moron a few owners later rode it without registering it, crashed it in boston, and ran from the scene.
RIP good Ninja.
Don't talk about work here. I hate working, I hate having to work, when I'm not working I don't want to think about it.
Not even marxist just don't like it
Yeah we have a very over taxing work culture. We need 4 day work weeks already but can’t have nice things when Trumpgays ruin everything
Rent free
>please feed me, im too lazy to work
stay home and die kek nobody cares about you
Red Lobster
Had to burn every article of clothing i wore inside that place
the smell never came out
>be me not gay
>need money
<niigger mode activated
>sell my ass on the street like some hooker
>apply for job in facebook
>I'm now team lead of their online safety council
AMA
Labouring on a horse stud farm, shit pay for the amount of work
I did one day of training to be store manager of a Taco Bell when I was 20. All the fat ugly white trash girl crew members would let the Mexican workers grab their breasts and asses and talk about fricking them and shit constantly. It was so bizarre. Went home and called the regional manager and explained the situation and never stepped foot in that store again.
Claims adjuster for an auto insurance company.
I worked in insurance sales and admin and felt like a scumbag, I reckon working in claims work make me feel even worse. You'd constantly feel like you're screwing people not to mention people needing to claim for damage are in the worst state and either ready to cry or scream and you'll cop the brunt of it.
>be me
>driving along the highway
>road debris in the middle of the highway
>some drunk butthole hit the exit sign and sent it into the middle of the road
>try to avoid it, can't
>entire subframe of car fricked
>14 other cars also hit it and got disabled
>highway shut down for 5 hours while 3 different police forces try to get enough tow trucks to clean shit up
>cops never caught the guy who did it (he abandoned he car 10 miles later after crashing it into a guardrail and fled on foot)
>try to get insurance to pay for the tow + work on my car
>they won't cover it since there isn't an official "at fault" for the drunk guy who caused it all
>wouldn't even cover my tow charge.
>later that yeah they raised my rates because of that
>called them out on it because i wasn't at fault. They said they weren't raising my rates, but removing my "no accidents" deduction.
>they kept repeating "we're not raising your rates" - probably for legal reasons.
That's when i realized that nearly every form of insurance was a scam and they would pull absolutely every trick they could in order to not pay out, and then turn around and frick you over for more money.
My uncle was a claims adjuster down in Hurricane country in Florida. He used to buy random things like bikes, boats, cars etc off the rick guys who had their vacation homes destroyed. Majority of them just wanted to sell all they had and ditch the state forever. So he ended up with a side business repairing and reselling boats. He also ended up with a 79 Corvette for just a few thousand. He made way more money selling the boats than working insurance, but stayed with it because it was how he got all his stock.
Military.
Dunkin Donuts morning shift, I walked out mid-shift after 2 weeks.
The dunkin by my apartment seems to chew through employees every other week and they all seem to hate themselves and everyone who comes in.
Construction in London. Lived in England for 15 years loved the country, grew to love rain also. But working in construction was literally a fricking nightmare, all the managers ware coked out alcoholics, most of them Irish. Complete slaves to the job, some of them would have 5 houses and still they would come to work on two hours of sleep after boozing all night to work with backs like hunchback of notre dame. All the lads working there, Polish, Lithuanian, Irish didn't matter, all of them were some tough guys from their old neighborhoods wannabe Mafioso's. All of them alcoholic degenerates, with diseases of 70 year old's such as radiculitis, arthritis, osteoporosis at the ripe age of 30. We had these unbelievably unreachable timelines at the site, where multiple companies were working which we had to finish thought out the week, then at the weekend we would be "forced" to work on price, which was essentially mandatory, because if you didn't come on weekend when the site was "officially" closed to meet all the deadlines, you wouldn't get the call for job next week. Most of the time we ware supposed to get double the wages for weekend, work, almost all the time we got frick all, because the managers would come at the end of Sunday and offer to buy us all few pints at the pub, and a round of laughs. I remember I saw on many occasions, the bonuses all the managers and foremen would share amongst each other, with envelopes as thick as yellow pages book. And once during such Sunday I asked to get advance on my salary, instead of 5 fricking pints of lager which would cost them 20quid max. You should see the fricking social piranha I became at the same, holy frick they roasted me for like months. Everyday coming back home covered in mud, every single week either with some fricking flu or cold, every single day doing a job that I was not supposed to do. I was Carpenter, and we had to do bricklaying, plumbing, electric work, floor installation, shatter laying, welding
Where are you from?
Lithuania, I left after Brexit, most of the white people were leaving London back to Europe so honestly It was getting to brown for me there, even thought I was used to it being the norm since I attended public school since year 5 and went to college there.
I hope you're doing well in Lithuania mate. I lived with some Lithuanians in London and they were very polite, they were from Klaipeda.
Irish in London are the forgotten Irish, most of them go to live rough lives and never come home
On the other hand, what's the best job you've ever had?
Fire watch at a waste management site. Easiest paycheck to cash & got to work alone
Managed a video store for an absentee owner. Zero pressure, liked my staff, job was cushy and could watch and talk about movies for most of the day.
Did you also troll the guy in the convenience store next door every day?
He's not even supposed to be there today.
I don't appreciate your ruse, ma'am.
How much porn did you in order in front of toddlers?
Did you ever rent out Long Dong Silver to Judge Clarence Thomas?
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night shift machinist
good enough pay, very low stress, nobody bothering me, I like watching the machines go brrr
current job is pretty sweet. supervising attorney at a public defender's office. good pay and interesting work
Sealing envelopes. It was only a temp job but I could work alone, watch youtube videos on my phone and take my breaks whenever I wanted as long as I met my daily quota. Pay was surprisingly good, too.
night shift casino surveillance
its what i do now and i fricking love it
What do you look for exactly and how’d you end up there?
>how’d you end up there?
I'm a cs major who never graduated and have been out of school for many years. In my fruitless search for tech jobs I applied to a few less relevant jobs, like loss prevention at home depot or surveillance at local casino.
>What do you look for exactly
on the job I look at table games and for whatever specific game I'm watching I make sure the dealer is dealing the game correctly; the dealer is taking losers, pushing ties, and paying winners; the dealer is paying patrons correctly (based on payout odds); I make sure patrons aren't cheating, and in the case of blackjack I look for card counters and possible advantage players.
Right so how much of your job do you usually do? How does one visually peg a card counter
you have to know basic strategy inside and out, to the point where you can take notice when someone on the table deviates from basic strategy, because basic strategy alone will not give you an advantage
you also have to be able to count cards, you dont necessarily have to know what the running count is, (because you might have started the table mid-shoe) but you should know on every round if the running count went up or down, and from there you look at the player-in-question's wager if it went up or down or stayed the same, because flat betting will never give a player an advantage.
if all those things are confirmed then we review past hands and then make a decision to either have them backed off or not.
>you have to know basic strategy inside and out,
I'm really good at strategy games, does this count?
not really, you just have to memorize these two charts with the same intensity as memorizing right and left
what does D and DS mean
D=double down if allowed, otherwise hit
DS=double down if allowed, otherwise stand
just realized those charts are missing the splits which actually are the first step in the basic strategy flow chart
Art supervisor at a tiny mobile game dev studio. Remote work, supervisor and the owners are in California, all I do is hand out assignments given to me from the design team, thumbs up or down the stuff the contract artists send me, and on Friday I do the weekly contractor hours paperwork and send out payments. Every other week I am in an hour long call with the other supervisors, nothing hard at all.
Admin in the AIrforce I got to meet cool people travel and milk benefits. Doing almost nothing because no one knew what my job was there were stupid moments but if you arent a mouthbreather you are seen as a super high achiever
debt collection
Probably current job.
I work in an industrial laundry factory.
We loan out bedding, towels and tableware. It comes back dirty it and it gets washed then loaned back out. Luckily I'm rarely at that end of the factory.
My primary job is to put towels through the folding machine. I average ~600 towels an hour. It's as soul crushing as it sounds.
Working for the post office, for sure.
I hope that whole organization burns in hell.
Have you read Bukowski?
bukowski? wat? what's the first name
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Post_Office_(novel)
Mailman for USPS seems like such a comfy job. Honestly shocked to hear this
Working at a gas station is my backup plan if everything in my career goes to shit. I live in a 90% white state so no threat of robberies.
>Cold calling for a heating company
>Most of the cutomers are blue collar morons, their wives, or immigrants
>power through the first week
>lose it with one guy on the following Tuesday
>Call him a homosexual and tell him I hope Black folk beat his wife
>fired
I worked at Costa coffee which is a major coffee chain in UK. Don't fricking do it bong anons.
>min wage
>you get treated like shit by EVERYONE
>all customers have some really moronic expectations on what you can and can't serve, some even tried to fricking haggle
>long hours (think I longest I worked was 13)
>had to wear some gay uniform
>costa sends in "inspectors" from HQ. Basically it was like a secret boss thing. They'd come in, pretend to be a normal customer then after finishing their order they'd reveal they were the inspector (wow amazing bruv, want a fricking medal)
>said inspector marked us down because none of us smiled at him
>I unironically considered killing myself because my life was going nowhere but then I got a much more comfy corpo job
The only upside was bored milfs would flirt with you which was nice
Bar running/backing at a huge resort with multiple weddings going on at the same time.
1. picked fruits, tiny ones. was paid by weight and despite picking as fast as I could and not eating them, it didn't cover my transport costs for the day, so I never went back after the first day.
2. call centre selling double glazing, had to phone people up and ruin their evening by lying to them. the second day the sub manager called me into an unused room and said it probably wasn't for me. I didn't even give any bank details so never was paid for it, was upset at being sacked from my first job outside of a paper round, despite it being shit. was a girl next to me who was I talking to, who I'd met a couple of years before, friend of a friend. we were getting on well, maybe a reason why they kicked me out, and never had her contact, so never saw her again after that. vicky.
3. placement in a zoo, I was stationed in a gift shop with a looney woman who was a paranoid mess. she wouldn't let us sit down the entire day, had to always be doing something in a shop with useless tat and 2-3 customers a day. the place had two full walls of deep glass shelves with hundreds of little animal ornaments on them that no one ever bought. I was assigned to clean those shelves, which meant removing all the little ornmanets one by one, cleaning the glass and replacing them all, dozens of shelves per day. lunch break was 15 minutes, including the time to walk to the canteen, queue and eat, I was given an allowance of 1.50 which was barely enough to have one item to eat, and as it was a placement through the school, it was unpaid. I was only there for 2 weeks.
worst job I ever worked was at a non-profit, but it wasn't really a wagie job. only wagie job I worked was overnight security at a hotel, and it was pretty comfy af. I would run the shuttle service to the airport, so I'd get $20-30/night on top of the $11.50/hour I made (this was in 2011-2013). free breakfast from the hotel restaurant, too, which was a nice perk. and free food from weddings/other events
Customer service for the phone company. I did a month of paid training and quit after a week.
Working nights as a picker in a grocery store warehouse made me want to kill myself immediately. I've never had to confront my poor decisions so viscerally as I did then.
I wouldn't know.
One one hand, I'm very good at turning my brain off and just do menial shit for hours. On the other I don't think I have ever worked the same job long enough for it too become soul crushing. Tiring, sure? Wanna-make-me-kill-myself, never.
I almost started crying on my first night at an Amazon Warehouse but that was because of exhaustion and the general depression that led me to jump on the first shitty job I could find in order to keep myself alive and not just rot in bed in the dark. Once I somewhat got the rhythm (I never was that good at running, but I put in the hours and got my shit sorted). Sure, after a year I punched a wall until I broke my hand, but again that was more the depression of "I got an actual job, I'm working out, I'm meeting new people, this was supposed to help and NOTHING has changed" than the desperation of a shitty job leaking into my actual life.
Recently started working as a kindergarten janitor. It is crazy to me that they just threw 3-YO at me with basically no check of any kind, I could be a child rapist for all they knew.
But whatever.
It is a strangely pleasant job: sure you mop up paste, smushed food, clean tiny asses from liquid shit, but dealing with the kids is honestly hilarious (I don't have to educate them, so frick it I can high-five a toddler because he just took a funny-shaped turd), and since everybody is constantly busy reeling in a hundred toddlers there's a kind of trench-cameraderie among the whole staff (janitorial, teachers, etc...) that makes everybody kinda equal so that there's basically zero gossiping or talking-behind-each-other's-back.
Also I kinda get the feeling that it wouldn't be that hard for an average, non sociopathic, even only slightly outgoing guy to score a bunch of pussy among the droves of women in there as you are often the only guy they interact with for most of their days. I'm just too autistic to capitalize on that but I wish the best to all my coworkers all over the world.
Thanks anon. Don't give up
sounds like a good outcome for you. Hope you stumble into a nice woman at some point, anon.
I can do the most tedious, repetitive tasks for hours on end as long as I don't have to talk to anyone. My last job was at a warehouse and I would just volunteer to make the boxes for product shipments because I had a seperate area all to myself and could just browse on my phone unsupervised inbetween folding boxes. The times I actually had to be on the line with all the old boomer b***hes and soiboys who worked there were hell. I'd have to wear earplugs just to drown them out.
I worked a lot of retail hell, Toys R Us, couple restaurants, Best Buy, The worst one was actually Target. But it was specifically one Target in a small town.
I worked at one in another town and transferred when I moved for college. This one was a fricking nightmare for several reasons. Firstly, everyone in there is totally expendable since college towns have massive populations of retail worker age people in them so it is incredibly hard to get part time work anywhere, every place has a hundred or more applicants for any position. So they knew they could make employees do anything and abuse them all they wanted and most people would really never randomly quit because they knew it could be a long time before getting another job.
Target is already a place where all the Kareny Karens congregate and I have many a story of unhinged middle aged white women who lose their shit and demand someone being fired over something being sold out or simply not existing.
This place sucked because we had a manager who never ever wanted to go home. He was actively avoiding his family so he remained at work for hours past shift ends. We were never ever allowed to leave at the scheduled end of a shift. 7 hour shits always turned into 11 and 12 hour shifts because manager never wanted to leave, and kept finding more work to do over and over and over again. He always found more boxes that needed unloading, more stuff to put on shelves, or would have us move shelves and rearrange an aisle, we rearranged aisles at least 2 times a week well into 2 and 3 AM. He would pace around and just search for more shit to do and get the team to get on that for a few more hours every single night. Lots of times we left after the early morning truck crew showed up (4AM) With lots of us having another shift at 5 the next afternoon.
retail and grocery stores seem like such hellish places to work
if you're just unloading or stocking then the actual work is unironically decent and good moderate exercise, it's the week-to-week scattershot schedule (have fun ever getting 2 days off consecutively) and working every weekend, night and holiday that will break you down
I worked in the backroom of a Wal-Mart. Pay was shit but I didn't have to do anything besides unload the trucks (which usually took an hour or two) and frick around for the rest of the day.
The menial labor like stocking shelves and unloading freight is not that bad. It's the dealing with totally bugfrick insane people that grates on your soul until you decide to hate humanity.
i avoided this for the longest time and just got one a while ago and its great. just find a place thats not cheap and the customers are less dickish
I was an assistant measurer. The senior measurer and I had very little to do and it was dull as hell. One time our boss arrived and asked one of us to count the number of screws in a small cup sized box. Sounded idiot proof so I assumed the task was for me but the senior dude was bored as frick and wouldn't let me, so I just went back to looking at my phone. Thank god it was only for a month.
Customer service manager at a grocery store. Fricking thankless and shit pay too.
>I worked in the backroom of a Wal-Mart.
I had to re-read to make sure I didn't see "bathroom". Kinda disappointed, ngl.
Cinemaphile is copying us bros..
Cleaning dead bodies
anon disposing of dead hookers isn't a job
LCBO in a shitty area of London Ontario
it's a toss up between the retail job I worked and being an amazon driver
Honestly, most of my white collar work has been pretty painless and I have always been decently compensated.
First job ever was at a grocery store when I was a teenager. I thought coming in I'd be stocking shelves or doing check-out. Nope - fast food section. Think those rotisserie chicken stations but with other hot foods.
Job just kind of sucked all around. Since I was new, I exclusively had the closing shifts. Start at around 1PM, we'd close the food section at 8:30ish, and then we'd have to clean until 10PM. 4-5 days a week. Cleaning those chicken spit things with all the grease, or the counters, or worse you could just be pure dish duty all evening. Better yet, old Indian dude would sometimes be on shift, and he pretty much refused to do any cleaning. Too proud lol.
Other people I worked with were nice enough. I was the youngest by at least 5-6 years. Everyone who was in their 20-40s had all been there at least a year or two and I don't know how they didn't kill themselves. I quit after about 4 months, no notice, and it was the happiest I'd ever been.
Worked home renos as general labour for about a month and that job was arguably just as bad but moreso from a physical perspective.
translator/transcriber
absolutely grueling work
even working from home(long before covid was ever a thing) it was by far the most soul destroying thing i have ever done
i hate this ai slop but that is one "career" i think should be totally moved to ai only
humans shouldn't have to do that shit anymore.
Was it difficult like 'I don't know how to translate this', or just the mental toll it takes to constantly be switching languages in your head? Or maybe both?
the workload
you are treated LITERALLY like a machine
it was like having an infinitely tall stack of papers at your desk at all times
there was never a feeling of "oh i can just work a bit of over time and finish this job and relax tomorrow"
but i worked from home like i said and the job was just like quotas?
it was a foreign company that had employees from all over the world so they could be completing projects round the clock
so for clients they were assured that any time or day they could send in material to be translated/transcribed and someone would start work on it immediately and they would have the results usually within a few hours
so for me it was mostly audio transcription
i would "clock in" and then just start work on whatever was at the top of the pile in my inbox which would be an audio file that i would have to download and start listening to
but this being at least 10 years ago iirc the audio quality was so variable trying to fill a quota but being stuck on some dogshit quality file and then either having to throw in the towel and give that task to someone else and not get paid for the hours you worked on it even if it was partially completed.
i lasted about a year before just being unable to do it anymore
now im in aged care and its pretty much better in every aspect
remember if you see translator or transcriber it equals dogshit.
some people i guess are actual autistic human robots and they do well but i just cant imagine recommending that to anyone.
i also had a friend a while back who dedicated 10 years of her life to being a japanese translator, and she was really good but after again a year or so she decided to go back to uni and get a totally different degree to get a job she actually enjoyed, last i heard shes now in some cushy government position.
Job?
body shop for a taxi company
Current one. Work from home vidya qa. The game is dogshit, the company is dogshit and I hate how everyone is so hyper to pretend it's good.
Previous boss was ok because he was barely present, but he changed projects, leaving a newcomer russian woman as replacement. I'm quiet quitting and looking for something better.
The most fun I had working was freelancing on the side for a startup, but that contract ran out this year.
Call centre for charity
Managed to get 20 bucks out of an old lady who said she was already struggling with what she had on pension to get by
My boss was listening in to the call and her and my other colleagues all cheered after the call
I still remember the pain I heard in the old ladies voice in having to part with her money
Quit after 1 day because of the guilt
Never doing that shit again
Probably at this mom and pop auto parts store. They mixed paint inside so it always smelled like fumes and was probably extremely unhealthy, especially at near - min wage.
I had boomers yelling at me when I didn't know their niche questions since they expected an expert at a small business. My manager would get drunk almost every day and go missing whilst the assistant manager would randomly freak out at me about tiny things going wrong.
Spent an entire year of my life there hating every day to earn 22k.
Walmart. Got laid off before benefits kicked in, which was not uncommon. Those stores are just lightning rods for terrible people in general.
All other jobs I had I had to do general janitor work for bathrooms so I was not averse to cleaning piss and pubes off urinals or whatever, but Walmart really showed how dysfunctional some people really are in terms of just keeping stuff in a bowl and flushing it.
There's also the McDonalds inside it, which never smelled good to me, so that odor just wafted in the entire store.
project manager for an automated driving tech company
My background is in code and all I did was fill out safety reports and compile test results all day
I learned to be organized because I had to juggle so many balls but boy did I hate that place
worked at a family owned recycling place for a few years refurbishing equipment and reselling it pay was garbage for the industry and everyone constantly lied about everything, even the stuff that didn't matter but i was desperate. the owners, husband and wife, were full blown alcoholics (getting shitfaced before 10AM, stumbling and slurring their words drunk), had their two sons working there being shitbags. one was the 'manager' who had serious anger issues and took it out on everyone else, the other was a stoner flunkey that got paid more than everyone else to put shit into boxes. i quickly figured out that their business was only viable because they had one supplier that would drop off brand new high end equipment all the time (they eventually stopped). this family essentially stole everything they could from the company and never invested a penny into anything, even getting printer toner or toilet paper was a huge ordeal.
finally had enough of the shit and left before covid only for them to beg me to come back a few months later. one owner drank theirself to death and the one son that was in charge quit. i came back afterward for a huge pay raise because they were desperate and proceeded to do maybe a quarter of the work i did previously because the place was still miserable to work at and the owner was a legitimate schizophrenic who was now not only an alcoholic but was also popping xannies like they were going out of style.
on the plus side, I knew the industry and now I do the same job for myself with none of the hassle and more pay.
family owned/ran companies are a complete tossup, they're either great or absolute fricking trash places to work.