Hardest/Worst Job You Ever Had?
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Champs Sports in the mall. Nothing about it was particularly horrible other than having to deal with an endless stream of people, mostly dumb, all day long. Once had a guy come in who looked like a pimp, and probably was one. He had me doing laps to the back while trying on shoes...must have tried on 20 different pairs. Of course he ended up buying none. Overall just a miserable job and the one-hour loop of crappy 1999 - 2000 pop punk rock didn't help. Only took the job to try and work with a hot blonde I went to high school with (no pics) and I don't think I ended up sharing shifts with her more than twice in the three months I lasted.
Also worked at Puetz Golf on Aurora. The amount of hubris associated with failed 30-somethings who sold golf apparel and could shoot 10-over was mind blowing. I quit that job after two weeks.
Retail sucks.
The jobs I had in warehouses and on production lines during my college years were much more enjoyable and the people were mostly honest, hard workers. That was before the great purge of all the PNW Tuff Liberals, though. -
I had one of those bullshit, boiler room sales jerbs once trying to make 90 calls a day type crap. Lasted 3 months and quit. I need the soft sell, Glenn Gary Glenn Ross leads or I’m fucked.
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YellowSnow said:
I had one of those bullshit, boiler room sales jerbs once trying to make 90 calls a day type crap. Lasted 3 months and quit. I need the soft sell, Glenn Gary Glenn Ross leads or I’m fucked.
https://youtu.be/lGGV9VX7kqQ
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lol I worked at petsmart for 3 weeks. Needed to get 600 bucks fast and they were the first place that called back.
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I was a message bored moderator at Dawgman
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I did inbound tech support in a call center for awhile. Fortunately I wasn’t tier one and my call volume wasn’t too bad, but it wore me down.
It wasn’t the customers either (though every once and awhile you got a grade A prick) it was management - they timed you on your calls in addition to evaluating them, and that added an unnecessary layer of pressure. Some people need more hand holding to work through their issue so we’d all cringe if it was a “needy” account on the line.
Plus, I hated the pre-canned script they forced us to use for troubleshooting. It was all very de-humanizing.
But even that gig wasn’t too bad. In hindsight I’ve been very lucky with the companies I’ve worked for and the positions I’ve held. I know what truly hellish jobs other people do. -
Retail is very challenging. And I paid my dues there too.BleachedAnusDawg said:Champs Sports in the mall. Nothing about it was particularly horrible other than having to deal with an endless stream of people, mostly dumb, all day long. Once had a guy come in who looked like a pimp, and probably was one. He had me doing laps to the back while trying on shoes...must have tried on 20 different pairs. Of course he ended up buying none. Overall just a miserable job and the one-hour loop of crappy 1999 - 2000 pop punk rock didn't help. Only took the job to try and work with a hot blonde I went to high school with (no pics) and I don't think I ended up sharing shifts with her more than twice in the three months I lasted.
Also worked at Puetz Golf on Aurora. The amount of hubris associated with failed 30-somethings who sold golf apparel and could shoot 10-over was mind blowing. I quit that job after two weeks.
Retail sucks.
The jobs I had in warehouses and on production lines during my college years were much more enjoyable and the people were mostly honest, hard workers. That was before the great purge of all the PNW Tuff Liberals, though.
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I was going to make a "moderator of a hobby board" joke, but DNC beat me to it.
My first job was picking raspberries. Working the fields was the only job you could do before you were 13 or something, so the kids my age lined up to do it. I don't remember what hours I worked other than it starting at some ungodly time in the morning and going until the U-pick opened. Rasperries have got to be the most difficult produce to pick. They're super fragile, so it's hard to be fast. We were all set off with a shallow bucket, and we'd come in and have that bucket weighed and loaded into flats, then back out with another bucket. I was picking for $.27 per pound. Know how many raspberries are in a pound? All of them, that's how many.
I worked ALL summer in the hot ass sun, all that kept me going was visions of that check I was going to get when it was all over. I was planning all of these things I was going to buy (I think a Walkman was top of the list). At the end of the summer, being one of the better pickers there, I was handed a check for $42.
That was the moment I lost all interest in growing up to be a responsible adult and earning an honest living. That day, another fast strategy kid was born (RIP DDY). -
I've run a couple retail operations.
Fuck employees.
That's all I can say. FUCK EMPLOYEES.
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I worked fast food off and on for years. It's hard work and demeaning. I'll take retail over that.
Door to door stuff can be pretty bad. I've never done it long term.
There's nothing worse than having a bitch's hand in your pocket. Listen to Leykis. I see the hot single chicks complain about bills on social media. You aren't conning me out of my hard earned money sweetheart. I'll bet your ex is paying vaginamony. Fuck that noise.
