Job Hate

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.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

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.

There's nowhere I can't reach.