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I worked at the Bath & Body Works online store warehouse for 3 months. Bath and Body Works does roughly 80% of its business in December because its the go-to gift for that grandparent or aunt you only see at Christmas. From Thanksgiving to Christmas not a single person in that warehouse got a day off. They were asking people to come in two hours early for what were already ten hour shifts, seven days a week because their backlog was so huge. By the end of the season there was a fight breaking out every day because people were so exhausted from overwork. About 5 days before Christmas they dropped our pay 4 dollars away from the seasonal extra because the peak season was technically over even though everyone was still scheduled for seven days straight to get through the backlog. I told the shift lead I wasn't feeling well left and never returned.
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BIG FLUFFY DOG posted:I worked at the Bath & Body Works online store warehouse for 3 months. Bath and Body Works does roughly 80% of its business in December because its the go-to gift for that grandparent or aunt you only see at Christmas. I sometimes swing by there with the GF when we're killing time walking through the mall on summer weekends too hot to walk in the park and I like their foaming handsoap but it's a huge turnoff getting pounced on by a legion of sales associates everytime you inch a toe past their threshold. Is there like a huge commission or do they browbeat their employees into being annoyingly pushy or what, we were there last weekend for maybe less than a minute and had no less than three people trying to ask what we were looking for, telling us about their seasonal sales, and giving us their name. One even asked why we came in that day and my response of the giant rubber duck on their window had them really confused because they didn't know why it was there. Like all you sell is soap and lotion and the entire store is visible within the entrance, what could we possibly need help with.
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Jun 23, 2019 04:05
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It's a physical store in a mall in 2019 and people have actually wandered in there, they can't afford to miss this opportunity
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Jun 23, 2019 04:15
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I worked as a Croupier, (Casino Table Games Dealer), for about 5 years over two stints. I ended up with 3 Major games, (Roulette, BlackJack, and Baccarat), and most of the Minor games. Without going into too much detail, I can tell you that being a Casino dealer is a hugely soul destroying job. Because gambling addiction, (like all addictions, I suppose), is a sad terrible thing that destroys people. You start the job feeling sorry for the people who are constantly throwing good money after bad. You want them to win, and get one over the evil Casino, it doesn't matter to you, you are getting paid by the hour whether they win or lose. But they never do. Even when they win, all that means is they have more cash in their pocket to throw back at you until they lose it all. So slowly but surely you start to lose sympathy for these people. This sympathy also goes away slowly but surely when you have to deal with how badly/disrespectfully/rudely you are treated by the punters. (Think about how bad retail employees get treated, then imagine those rude arseholes are also angry coz they are losing money and start to blame you.) So eventually you are stuck, at 2AM on a Tuesday, where your shift finishes at 4 on a $10 Blackjack table dealing to a sad middle aged man who has been on the table for 5 hours, is down multiple hundreds, and who no matter how many times you point out the exit to him, (which you are not officially supposed to do, but after working there for years you don't give that much of a gently caress), he will pull out another hundred dollar bill to throw in the money pit that Casinos are. I got out 10 years ago, and have never looked back. The pay was good, but it was definitely not worth it. I have not mentioned the incident where I was assaulted at work, and while the guy did eventually get kicked out, all I got out of it was half a day off, (which they initially tried to give me without pay), and the next day was rostered on the exact same station where I was assaulted.
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ArbitraryC posted:
This is not true. They also sell fragrance diffusers and fragance bulbs which come in 120 loving slightly different seasonal variations and are the only thing people buy online. The store associates are the only ones who can pretend to know the difference between Christmas Snowflake and Holiday Joy. I also worked at a Casino emptying trash for a bit. And the dude who was a dealer is spot-on. The Gambling Addiction portion of our company training was a joke. You were only allowed to get them resources if they both admitted they had a problem AND explicitly told you they wanted to stop. Loudly worrying about how they were going to pay their rent or that it was supposed to be their kids college fund and their wife would kill them wasn't good enough. A family member asking casino employees to stop a person was also not good enough. It was one of the most  moments I ever had.
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Jun 23, 2019 05:28
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BrigadierSensible posted:Because gambling addiction, (like all addictions, I suppose), is a sad terrible thing that destroys people. I used to work weekend night shifts at a gas station back in my student days. Doing that I learned that there are people who'll spend most of a friday night cramming coins into a slot machine. At a gas station. It's really sad to watch.
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BrigadierSensible posted:I worked as a Croupier, (Casino Table Games Dealer), for about 5 years over two stints. I ended up with 3 Major games, (Roulette, BlackJack, and Baccarat), and most of the Minor games. Sounds like a poo poo job AND you have to be good at math?
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Grem posted:Sounds like a poo poo job AND you have to be good at math? Yep. I learned my 17, and 35 times tables up to 20X for roulette. This is not even mentioning the way we needed to do the calculations for when people had the same number several different times in different ways, (straight up, splits, corners etc.) Also for Baccarat, (up in the high roller room), you needed to know how to quickly calculate 95% of their bet if they won on Bank. I was 'lucky' enough as I didn't have to do that too much. Instead spending my time taking poor peoples dinner money. bloom posted:I used to work weekend night shifts at a gas station back in my student days. Doing that I learned that there are people who'll spend most of a friday night cramming coins into a slot machine. At a gas station. Machines are a different beast to Table Games. In Melbourne where I worked, the Casino was government mandated to shut for 24 hours in a year. Morning Shift, (4am-Noon), on Christmas Day, Good Friday, and ANZAC Day. One year I was working Day Shift on Christmas, and as I was walking in to my table, I saw a queue of people waiting at the entrance looking like they had been waiting all night, and at the stroke of twelve and the security let them in, they RAN back to their Pokie Machine. A machine that they most likely had to be forcibly removed from 8 hours previously.
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bloom posted:I used to work weekend night shifts at a gas station back in my student days. Doing that I learned that there are people who'll spend most of a friday night cramming coins into a slot machine. At a gas station. Scratch tickets too. I worked at a gas station once myself. No slot machine, but its surprising how much people can spend on scratchers.
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ArbitraryC posted:One even asked why we came in that day and my response of the giant rubber duck on their window had them really confused because they didn't know why it was there. I initially read this as “giant rubber dick” and now I won’t accept it any other way 
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When I first arrived here from the old country, I worked for a day labor place for two days doing back-breaking digging postholes in rocky soil with a middle-aged man as a coworker (I was about 20). I got paid about $40 for the day. After two days, I left and swore I'd never be that guy (my coworker). Then I started working at a nursing home (old folks home) and that wasn't hard physically, but seeing the assembly-line processing and abuse of the elderly was terrible. Not really the staff's fault either as they were loving overloaded all the time and understaffed. Plus you'd make friends with some of the residents and next thing you know, your pal Robert is getting wheeled out in a body bag. I also had a short stint working as a FEMA contractor after hurricane Rita in East Texas. First of all, East Texas. I've never come across more poverty and assholes in my life. Then people would call me and bitch that their FEMA trailer wasn't accommodating enough to fit their big screen TV and similar poo poo. I'm happy now working in a national lab on meaningful stuff. Just today, I got a LinkedIn message from recruiter wanting me to apply at Raytheon Missile Systems because my profile looked "like a great fit". Motherfucker, I am not working on weapons, let alone US weapons. gently caress. That would be the WORST job imaginable for me. TotalLossBrain fucked around with this message at 04:22 on Jul 20, 2019 |
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I worked in a fish processing plant on the heading and gutting line. It was the worst loving thing, the stench and the fish were ice cold so at the end of shift your hands were crippled claws, I couldn’t wear anything with a zipper cause I couldn’t work them after work. But it wasn’t the worst job there - the dudes who had to clean the line and the sump must have been serving a sentence in hell. All the Philippino ladies I worked with used to point and laugh at them. Once I saw a guy fall in the sump and I had to go throw up.
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the last company I worked at wanted to sell Salmonella-tainted products and basically endanger public safety. Like poo poo was crazy my boss was suffering from some kind of mandela effect stuff where she swore we did QC testing but could never show documents about what was done. anyways, capitalism is obviously a broken system. And yes, they are a leading supplier to the pet food industry so just go ahead and assume that your pet food is tainted with Salmonella. Harald fucked around with this message at 04:35 on Jul 20, 2019 |
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TotalLossBrain posted:When I first arrived here from the old country, I worked for a day labor place for two days doing back-breaking digging postholes in rocky soil with a middle-aged man as a coworker (I was about 20). I got paid about $40 for the day. After two days, I left and swore I'd never be that guy (my coworker). how does one take advantage of Fema handouts?
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Jul 20, 2019 04:37
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Ur mom's handjob OP. Heh got 'im
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cormorant posted:how does one take advantage of Fema handouts? The real FEMA handouts were to the trailer manufacturers that were just making GBS threads out garbage-quality trailers 24/7 to be sold to FEMA over market value. Also the drivers transporting them to Texas and Louisiana (Katrina happened close to the same time as Rita) got paid big bucks. I knew people that quit their engineering jobs just to transport trailers from Oregon/Idaho down south. It was nuts. The trailer installers also were paid very handsomely - something like $400-$500 each and they could clear ten of them daily if they were good and didn't give a poo poo about proper installation, leveling, sewer hookup, whatever.
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TotalLossBrain posted:Just today, I got a LinkedIn message from recruiter wanting me to apply at Raytheon Missile Systems because my profile looked "like a great fit". Motherfucker, I am not working on weapons, let alone US weapons. gently caress. That would be the WORST job imaginable for me. Fill the missiles with sawdust and sell the surplus material to antifa on the side?
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TotalLossBrain posted:When I first arrived here from the old country, I worked for a day labor place for two days doing back-breaking digging postholes in rocky soil with a middle-aged man as a coworker (I was about 20). I got paid about $40 for the day. After two days, I left and swore I'd never be that guy (my coworker). Enjoy working in the service industry the rest of your life.
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Harald posted:the last company I worked at wanted to sell Salmonella-tainted products and basically endanger public safety. Like poo poo was crazy my boss was suffering from some kind of mandela effect stuff where she swore we did QC testing but could never show documents about what was done. anyways, capitalism is obviously a broken system. my cat died from tainted pet food. gently caress your boss and gently caress capitalism 
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I kept scraping the cum out of their hair but it wouldnt come off and the cum prince kept lashing me for my incompetence... i ended up with 3 nights in the cumbox
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mind the walrus posted:Call center. Only job I ever walked out on, and I was there three hours. This times a million. Ended up getting in a fist fight with my manager at a call center. gently caress him and gently caress call centers
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Homo Simpson posted:This times a million. Ended up getting in a fist fight with my manager at a call center. gently caress him and gently caress call centers I'd like to hear this story.
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BrigadierSensible posted:Yep. I learned my 17, and 35 times tables up to 20X for roulette. This is not even mentioning the way we needed to do the calculations for when people had the same number several different times in different ways, (straight up, splits, corners etc.) wtf couldnt they have just gone to the RSL?
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TotalLossBrain posted:When I first arrived here from the old country, I worked for a day labor place for two days doing back-breaking digging postholes in rocky soil with a middle-aged man as a coworker (I was about 20). I got paid about $40 for the day. After two days, I left and swore I'd never be that guy (my coworker). My mum works in a dementia ward at a nursing home. gently caress. That. Alzheimers patients making GBS threads in their hands and throwing it at staff, spitting, biting you name it. She told me about one old guy who was getting checked in very much against his will grabbing a fire extinguisher and jumping behind a couch - only popping up to shoot blasts of powder at anyone who got close like he was back in his foxhole at Khe Sanh.
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That guy rules
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I worked at Capt'n Billy's Fish House right out of high school. I was the boat boy, meaning I got to stock the boat shaped buffet bar from inside the hull so to speak. It was relatively easy work, but the highlights were taking uneaten crab legs off leftover plates and sticking them back in the serving tray and that one time I accidently spilt 20 gallons of tartar sauce all over the deck. The carpeted deck. I eventually quit after some of the co-workers decided to play a prank and poured 4 gallons of liquid butter on my car. That poo poo does not come off easy.
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Krispy Wafer posted:I eventually quit after some of the co-workers decided to play a prank and poured 4 gallons of liquid butter on my car. That poo poo does not come off easy. I've never been hazed at a job but I think I'd react pretty badly to it, I really dislike bullying thanks my lovely depression-inducing years at high school.
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That serms more vandalism than a prank
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Dont gently caress up my car idiot
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I was a staff civil engineer for a road design firm. I worked about 75 hrs a week with a 1 hr each way commute as well. My boss was a huge egomaniac and ironically also a cuck. None of his kids ressembled him or his wife, werent adopted and were kind of ugly. Edit: I pointed the cuck part out when I put in my notice and left.
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I worked in medical billing in the United States of America and I quit because I couldn't handle spending my entire life earning minimum wage while browbeating people who also earned minimum wage for having had the temerity to get sick in America. I didn't get health insurance while working for a hospital billing department. I didn't get health insurance after the place was bought out by McKesson, which is a gigantic company. I had to call these people and they would be crying because they literally couldn't afford to pay because they had millions of dollars in fees for going to the emergency room in order to not die. And I completely understood because I was literally in the exact same except I hadn't gone to the doctor and I fully intended to just sit there and die when I got pneumonia
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Salty Josh posted:My boss was a huge egomaniac and ironically also a cuck. None of his kids ressembled him or his wife How do you think cuckolding works?
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Krispy Wafer posted:I worked at Capt'n Billy's Fish House right out of high school. I was the boat boy, meaning I got to stock the boat shaped buffet bar from inside the hull so to speak. It was relatively easy work, but the highlights were taking uneaten crab legs off leftover plates and sticking them back in the serving tray and that one time I accidently spilt 20 gallons of tartar sauce all over the deck. The carpeted deck. Owned.
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Mooktastical posted:How do you think cuckolding works? *Husband watching wife give birth* Are you sure you're the mother?
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My current job is pretty bad. I'm working in a cabinet factory on what's basically an assembly line, in a desert part of Socal in summer for 10 hours a day for minimum wage. It gets up to 100° outside, and it'll be at least 5 degrees hotter inside the building, with maybe two fans for the entire place. I'm sweating enough every day that my shirts sometimes have white marks from the dried sweat. The production guys consistently outpace us assemblers, so there's always pressure to hurry up and clear some space so things don't get backed up. Still, it's not completely terrible, lots of friendly people and I get to improve my Spanish while they practice their English, plus it's helping me get in shape. I view it much like some goon earlier in this thread, where it's a lovely job I took to push myself to find something better. It's still better than my last job, which paid a little better and was less labor but got stressful enough that I'd have dreams about alarms going off or dealing with first shift's complaints.
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Mooktastical posted:How do you think cuckolding works? Dude just shows up with a baby Honey don't you remember delivering him????
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Harald posted:the last company I worked at wanted to sell Salmonella-tainted products and basically endanger public safety. Like poo poo was crazy my boss was suffering from some kind of mandela effect stuff where she swore we did QC testing but could never show documents about what was done. anyways, capitalism is obviously a broken system. Just say who they are. You don't even work there anymore what would they do?
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Moridin920 posted:Just say who they are. You don't even work there anymore what would they do? assueming he has no proof, sue him for libel
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buddy of mine worked at a frito-lay packing plant decades ago. they were super paranoid about theft (especially those little tubes of cashews, those are pricey and small so easy to conceal) but they couldn't get away with strip searching their workers their brilliant solution was to build a section of the hallway into the work area that could measure weight. think like the devices they use to weigh tractor trailers on interstates. they'd make folks walk through through their little device at the beginning and end of each shift. if you weighed much more at the end of the shift than the beginning they'd just fire you on the spot they also did mandatory overtime and he'd wind up having to work 4-6 weeks without a single day off, all while navigating their stupid rube goldberg poo poo every day. when he finally snapped and quit it was the happiest i had seen him in so long. all of his friends threw him a party just welcoming him back to being able to visit us on a sunday every once in a while
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Slugnoid posted:My mum works in a dementia ward at a nursing home. gently caress. That. Alzheimers patients making GBS threads in their hands and throwing it at staff, spitting, biting you name it. The place I worked at also had an Alzheimer's/dementia ward. The residents there loved to wander around and would sometimes walk out of the facility, despite the ward being locked - guess they slipped out. You had to punch in a four digit code to open the door from inside the ward. They even put a note up by the keypad with the code, but it was listed in reverse (and clearly stated so). Worked for most of them. There was an old lady and an old guy that were constantly making out and hanging out together, telling people they were married. Except they were not married to each other, but rather to spouses that visited them every now and then. That one made me sad. The others in that ward were usually happy and seemingly care free. The residents of clear mind were not. I'll never forget a nurse telling an old lady to piss in her diaper because she just didn't have time to help her to the bathroom right now. There was also a 30 year old man who had gotten himself into a bar fight when he was about twenty. All that remained was a husk in a coma who would moan sometimes. I heard he finally passed away a few years back. Sorry Brian
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