Job Hate

We all hate our jobs. We break our backs and bend our brains for a lousy fist of dough each day, so what do you hate about YOUR job? I want a response from everybody. I don't care if you are a lowly grunt shoveling shit from a barn, or if you are the CEO of faceless conglomo. Backgrounds don't matter, we all have something to say.

Two key rules:

1. School is not a job.
2. This is not a competition. Some complaints will be more significant than others, but we do not want to discourage quantities!

Sometimes I hate working stagecrew as some of my coworkers whine about the dirty jobs. Sure it is fun to build platforms and flats with a nailgun, but somebody has to paint it afterwards. Focusing lights maybe real easy, but sorting gels is teidous. I myself don't like doing the montonous work, but when you have strict deadlines, there is no room for crybabies! Don't bother whining when we all do the same job.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Man, I like this idea. I have a lot of bitching I could do about the people in my office.

I don't mind my job so much as I mind the woman I have to deal with in the office. Oftentimes, her work is pawned over to me, for some reason. I am pretty much the electronics person in the office (for some godawful reason) and just today as an example, a scanner was bought for the bitch.

A scanner I will never touch. A scanner she requested.

And I had to install it for her. Apparently, her fatass is too wide to bend over and plug in a scanner herself. I wasted a good 30 minutes installing all the fucking software required for her (because she needed it RIGHT AWAY - which is a lie), thus backing my own paperwork that 30 precious minutes which I could have used to export some internationals.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

I don't mind my job.

That's the problem. If I'm content doing what I do then I won't feel like finding something else to do.

But so far I've met a couple ladies who have piqued my interest, not to mention the fact that things are laid back and not particularly stressful.

I lose at this thread.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

I don´t hate my job - really. But since you want everyone to contribute I will tell you a tale about my former superior, our Ex - Head of Marketing.

Normally I don´t use any of my talents in video editing and screendesign on my job - so in 2003 when we went on an important fair for the first time a movie for our booth had to be made - I cried "here! here!". Since this was an additional task I invested some overtime in it. Unpaid overtime I might add.

After the fair my superior asked me to come to one of the meeting rooms with me so we could to for a few minutes. Instead of a Thank You or something like this he complained that everything took too long, that he didn´t have enough chances to check my work before it went to the booth, that he could have asked our advertising agency to realize it (sure, one week before the fair) and in the end he told me to look for a Time Management seminar.

Man - I was so damn pissed. When I chatted with our PR manager about the talk I just had, she was pretty speechless, too. Thank god this guy is no longer working for us and my new superior appreciates such efforts.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Oh my god, I'm posting in an ANGST thread. Like the idea, though.

I recently started working full-time at the place where I did my last internship, and since that's a high school, rule number 1 does not apply to me. (right? ) I'm an assistant system/network administrator, by the way, so no teaching involved.

Anyway, I'm having a great time there, but I have these moments of extreme frustration and annoyance with some of my 'superiors'.

First of all, there has been an IT Manager there for almost two years now. Before that, the entire department was totally screwed over by the system administrator who I replaced (won't go into the details), but mostly by the lack of control from the higher ups. They had (and still have) this "if it works, it's fine with us" attitude.

The department is run by people who know jack shit about IT, and they don't really need to, but they don't take advice from the people who DO know what they are talking about. Whenever we try to make to make changes in well, whatever the plans are always put on hold, cancelled or being made into a huge drama because most of them don't like changes. And changes is exactly what we need to create a good functioning network infrastructure. I realise this, my co-workers realise this. It's the people who run the damned department who don't.

I could go on for ages giving examples about stuff that's happened. It gets really frustrating and really de-motivating because I never get the idea that I'm actually accomplishing something.

I was speaking idiomatically.

The thing I hate most about my job is that every time the phone rings, I know it's a dentist on the other end of the line and that nine times out of ten he's going to talk to me like he thinks I'm a sub-human who can barely hold down my end of the conversation because a)he is a dentist and I'm not, and b)I have a southern accent, which (in most people's minds) makes me stupid.

I hate condescending people, and I hate being told, "Now read that message back to me," by someone who is more educated that I am, but probably isn't as smart. So there.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

I work for my dad's company as caretaker of the website, writing contracts, and answering the phone, I do a little bit of everything. But there are times when my idiot of a father makes me want to kill him. Esp. when writting contracts, I'll ask him to look it over himself after I write them. He half arse reads them and gets mad at me later when he finds out HE forgot to tell me something HE left out. And I get chewed out for something I didn't know that was suppose to be in there! Sometimes being broke seems a lot better then being employed.

FELIPE NO

My job sucks big dicks. My manager is getting present from this week, though (2 weeks notice). My mind has been manipulated and I'm now going to fast food- Wendy's. I was told today one of my friends cut her finger chopping lettuce. She had to go to the hospital. I told my friend who told me that to make sure the finger doesn't get dropped in Chili.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Seeing as I work at a deli.
I can't stand cleaning up everyone elses meat scraps. Its a clean store, maybe too clean compared to some other places Ive worked at but I hate cleaning up mayonaisse and stuff.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

My job's just fine. Other than having to scrub toliets that have been shitted on (and clean up spilled milk), I see hardly any reason to say I hate my job (plus almost everyone I work with is very nice to me). Though I don't like having to wake up at 5:30AM every morning!

There's nowhere I can't reach.

I like my job and all the aspects to it. What I don't like is whiney customers. They complain about any and every little thing.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

I work full time and also have a part time job. My full time job is okay, it's just that it's not my passion and I don't want to stick with it longterm. Only thing I would complain specifically about is my supervisor. The guy is constantly forgetting important things. I update him about a case I'm working on and two weeks later he denies I've told him about it. I have to constantly repeat myself.

As for my part time job. I work in a museum taking admission fees. It's practically the lowest level job there. I have to take crap every day from the visitors. Some don't want to pay (even though you can get in by just giving a penny, they're just cheap) and complain to us cashiers like we have the authority to change museum policy. Or they want a refund because they found out they're at the wrong museum. It's not my fault they're so stupid they don't know where they are.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Originally Posted by AliceNWondrland

I hate condescending people, and I hate being told, "Now read that message back to me," by someone who is more educated that I am, but probably isn't as smart. So there.

What do you do for a living wher eyou talk to dentists exclusively, Alice? ^_^

You get offended when someone asks you to read back a message? Wow. You're worse than I am! I usually ask people to read things back to me just to be that they got the right idea, or in case it was unclear.

In general, I try not to condescend to people on the other end of the phone line, but oftentimes, I just can't fucking understand what they're saying to me. Me, being the unprofessional that I am, usually bluntly say "I can not understand you through that accent, sir."

It's almost always the Chinese physicists who I can't fucking understand. The Russians being a close second.

One time, about a month ago, while my father was out of the office, one man just DIDN'T BELIEVE ME and refused to stop calling our office. He was convinced my father was in, and he wanted to speak to him. RIGHT AWAY. He got really angry with me. I was totally offended when he started condescending to me. I kind of snapped on him. But at least he didn't bother calling back.

I instead called my father's cell and told him to call the jackass. Turns out he wanted to only buy a $300 piezo. ;_;

I was speaking idiomatically.

Originally Posted by Chyna~Girl

My job sucks big dicks. My manager is getting present from this week, though (2 weeks notice). My mind has been manipulated and I'm now going to fast food- Wendy's. I was told today one of my friends cut her finger chopping lettuce. She had to go to the hospital. I told my friend who told me that to make sure the finger doesn't get dropped in Chili.

You guys are supposed to wear the cut resistant gloves when using the knives, lettuce slicer and tomato slicer.
Please don't ask me how I know this.

I've found the hardest thing with jobs is doing menial labour. I am an intellectual / scholar by nature and I am also a musician which automatically rules me out as being the most stout and coordinated individual.
The issue with music students is that we do have a cerebellum, just a majority of the neurons are devoted to find motor control of a specific area of the body and it functions to control a specific task. i.e. playing an instrument.
As a result, everything else tends to be just a touch more difficult.
In the end, I found that while I was able to lift heavy objects I lacked the grace that was necessary to make me an easy individual to work with. Furthermore, brainless work is exceptionally unfufilling for me so it becomes an egregious chore to be forced to go toil every day.

What I had been doing was labour at a park in the city. I cut grass, operated a huge weedeater (which is bad for the nerves in my fingers) and did the occasional heavy lifting. The lifting wasn't hard for me and I had the energy to workout in the evening even after a hard day's work. In spite of my klutziness I actually am now more adept at maneuvering heavy objects than a majority of people I know. Honestly, while this job paid well I liked working in a restaurant because this way I at least got to work with people.

I think working a number of jobs that weren't a fit has been the largest motivating factor in getting me to persue music as a career. The experience of trying to do everything I want to do in the evenings while suffering through 8 hour shift thinking about all the things I'd rather be working on was a very valuable and enlightening ordeal.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Ok I really can't complain about my job. Other than it getting boring at times.
I'm an assistant store manager for Gamestop. I mean we typically have plenty to do putting out games and stuff. Putting up marketing stuff. But it gets rather boring being the only one in there and the music on our cd player has gotten rather old since they only update it like every month. It's good music but after a while obviously gets old.

FELIPE NO

I am actully content with my job now, I currently take orders for a internet company in a chat room, so I don't have to talk to customers directly. Before however I was on the phones troubleshooting internet connetions with customers... not only where many of them rude... but there are alot of idiots out there!

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Originally Posted by Sassafrass

It's almost always the Chinese physicists who I can't fucking understand.

I was almost one of them. I would have called your office, preferably Cheryl's extension, and demanded to speak to Sass. Of course, I would have done so in almost unintelligible English.

I am often confronted by adults who cannot dress themselves and do not know the sizes of the clothing they wear. There have been occasions where I have been asked to look at the size tag on the pair of underwear said customer is currently wearing.

Of course, I cannot preface this with my own question, such as: "How often do you wipe?" But as luck would have it, they are at least able to wear underwear correctly, and with their back turned to me, they cannot see that I am in actuality looking in the opposite direction while I come up with an estimate on their size.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

I worked at Gap for around 7 months last year and I didn't think it was that bad until I came back for Christmas 2005. Standing for 8 hour shifts in heels, battling crowds of price gouging monsters, folding the same piece of clothing for an hour to make a nice pile, only to have it ripped apart like deer to a pack of hungry wolves the second you turn your back. I wanted to strangle every Christmas mall shopper that came through our doors with a lamb's wool knit cardigan ($29.99). The nice part was trying to foist clothing presents on people to try to get them to deplete your stock, I would talk up fucking anything they had their eye on, no matter if I was sure their husband was going to hate it.

But that wasn't nearly as bad as my job as the file monkey for two years at a bank. I was surrounded by chatty, catty, annoying and competative workers who would knowingly sabotage my efforts for no reason. I was just a temp, I wasn't planning on climbing that corporate ladder but this one girl made me her enemy with matters worse that she was appointed my trainer by our manager. So she taught me how to do things wrong so I would get reamed out by our boss, I hope she fucking falls off a bridge.

The cherry on that shit sundae was that the reason I left that job was due to the fact that I was continually groped by the parking lot attendent and when I made a complaint, two of my collegues overheard and spread the lovely news to every one who was on the bank's fucking payroll. So I left that day and never came back and put my notice on my manager's answering machine, calling the whole place "hellish". I won't be putting them down for any job referrals anytime soon.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Good God Kat, Which bank was this?


Anyway, there's so much I hate 'bout my job I don't even really know where to start. I work at the Home Theater section of the local abominable hellhole. (a.k.a. BestBuy) First of all, the hours for part-timers are either ridiculously high (45 hours a week for part-fucking-time!?) or ridiculously low (4 hours a week. That's gonna translate into a nice paycheck). We have this one manager who's sole job's to just sit there and just slave drive you. He'd give you some task to do and while you're keeping yourself occupied with the task, he'd call you over and make you help customers while he'd just stand there. He also fucking isolates people all alone like some fucking 1920's-30's assembly line factory. If two people are cleaning things or restocking products and they engage into conversation together while still working he goes fucking nuts and divides them up. On and he completely gets on your ass if you're ever 2 to 3 minutes late, yet he regularly locks the store doors when you're closing and asks/makes you stay overtime to finsih up closing duties.

Another lovely issue is the fact that they've recently implemented this new bat-shit-crazy policy where you have to request days off 3 weeks in advance. Cause, we all know exactly everything we're gonna be doing practically a month from now. You need to give a 3 weeks notice for days off, and yet a 2 weeks notice for quitting. Anyone else see something wrong with this comparison?

Also, working in retail has given me a deep, new found hatered for people. They just barge in like barbarians, toss shit all over the place, and just drive you crazy by asking you for help on matters that just require simple reading. If they don't need help, then they'll just use you as something to vent on regarding their crappy product that brokedown on them even though it was a used and returned off-brand shit-box which they shouldn't have purchased in the first place.

Oh and don't even get me started on Christmas time. Multiple people at the same time would tug on your shirt pulling you into different directions and screaming on the top of their lungs at you about how they want you to get them some fucking Britney Spears remix, single CD, not to leave them and help others cause they've been waiting too long and getting that goddamn DVD player...

God I cannot wait to quit!

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Originally Posted by Technophile

Good God Kat, Which bank was this?

It was a small bank in Los Angeles, I worked at the Chinatown branch downtown.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

I like my job, actually. I wouldn't do it for FREE, but I don't feel the same dislike I have for past jobs.

I do get annoyed by the temperature at my desk. I keep meaning to buy a little fan, but I never remember until it's too late.

I'd also like to smack the 2 fat chicks who eat McDonald's almost every day. I just watched Super Size me a few days ago, so that only sickens me more. lol

I was speaking idiomatically.

I like my job. The problem is that it is only open on the weekends so even if I clean everything in the place by next weekend there is so much dust that when I sneeze, a kind of black dust comes out. I guess being in a place where they cut wood using saws all the time and that is a warehouse for wood laminate wouldn't help solve the problem. Besides that, my job is pretty smooth sailing.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

I HATE my job.

I work at A&W, it's stressful, greasy, unsatisfying, my boss is an ass, he gives us raises a week before minimum wage goes up, then we are back to making minimum wage again when it goes up! I'm making the same amount as people who have just started, and I've been there for 2 years. He also steals holiday pay, by not telling new people that they even GET holiday pay, hoping they won't ask, and he also doesn't pay it when people quit, if they don't ask, so he pockets it! Also, he keeps track of school schedule enough to call us in to work EVERY time we have a snow day or inservice day, but isn't understanding about needing time off to study or do homework. We have horrible supervisors aswell, they all do things a different way, so if you get trained one way, you get yelled at by someone else, and then if you change you get yelled at by different people!

It's a shitty, shitty, shitty job...

FELIPE NO

I like my job ok.
I work as cook/dishwasher at a bar and grill of a local golf course plantation that my parents are members of. It's an ok job where I only work on the week ends. Fridays are usually the Friday night Dinners where it becomes a full scale resturant. I just hate how hot it gets back in the kitchen and how when I almost get done with the dishes I'm washing they bring up more dirty dishes and stuff which takes me even longer to get done. Saturdays and Sundays are just breakfast and lunches which can get boring as hell. The only big thing I hate about my job is how much drama goes on. The main boss lady there is an extreme bitch who does nothing but nag and push her weight around on every one and isn't very bright in many respects. The main reason I don't like her is that she's only the girlfriend of the guy who owns the whole plantation and it just doesn't make sense because she's dating one of the richest men in the county but she's just so bitchy it doesn't make sense.

Eh, nothing real bad but it puts gas in my car and games and figures on my shelves.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

If you're a Kroger employee then you probably know that this is one company every employee would love to see go under because I sure do. Here's a rundown:

»Store managers like to nitpick at things to make you stay longer.
»If you are in a 600 series store you're screwed over.
»Somehow, someway you will work on Christmas. Either after 12:00AM or later on, but you will not have a full christmas day off.

»They will work you 11 weeks in a row with 40 hours and then cut you to 32 so you do not qualify for benefits. Better hope you never get sick because they will not give you time off if you have the flu or something or hurt your back. They have every department setup where you will not have adequat help or always short on help.

»You will be expected to work on your days off when asked.
»You will not be allowed to take your vacations because of the lack of help I mentioned in the note above. Instead you can cash in your vacation check.

»They love to waste time. Overtime will be your friend.

I work overnight and since december I've been working 65-70 hours a week. Thats 13 hours a day folks and to say it again I work overnight. Yea that overtime is not healthy but Kroger doesn't care. This company sucks, nobody is happy working for them.

Jam it back in, in the dark.