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Worst job you've ever had?
Jeslyn
United States
So I thought it would be interesting to have a discussion on what was Achaean's worst jobs ever. Perhaps it will make other feel better about their own situations. The only rule is to be vague about the company you worked for, because I think it is more fun to try and guess. I'll go first!
So I did a stint as a customer service agent/cashier at one of the largest furniture stores in America for four months as a way to stay ahead of student loan payments (I was desperate!). My coworkers and the management were wonderful, it was the customers that were a special breed of human beings. Here are some examples:
1) So we are a self serve warehouse, sort of like costco, and customers are expected to look through our rooms and take down the numbers and get the items themselves. So this woman comes up in line, with her cellphone out, and starts showing me pictures of items she wanted. I'm giving her a blank look the entire time while I have five customers behind her. I tell her that she needs to get the items herself and then point out the areas where she needs to go get them (It's like a dozen items!). This is where entitlement kicks in and the woman gives me her best b*tch face ever. She starts complaining that she is the customer and we should do what she wants. So I just shrug, call up the manager, and have him deal with it while I serve the others. She managed to convince him to have an employee to get all of her items for her and have him ring her up!
2) A large party of college students come to my line with about 100+ items. Which is not really a big deal where I work. However, after I give them the final total, they tell me that they desire to split up the transaction ten separate ways and give me a list of which ones each one bought. So I had to break out my calculator to total up each of their transactions separately based on the items I rung up. After a good five minutes, I finally have a sound calculation for each of the students and start allowing them to pay. Bozo number 6 and 8's cards were declined, so I had to shut down my line and wait for them to call up their banks. Of course they don't have any money, so their friends spotted them.
3) Oh... this one is precious. A little background on my state is that it is a bit gun crazy. Gun pride everywhere! So I finished checking out this gentleman, wearing a NRA shirt, and his wife. They had a good amount of items. When it was time to pay, the man becomes very serious and says he wants to ask me a question on why our company doesn't allow guns into our store. I say I don't know why and try to change the subject. When my answer doesn't quite satisfy him, he starts going on a long rant and slams his hand down on the counter, saying that we should allow guns and he isn't going to support our "communist" store. So him and his wife just takes off towards the exit and I have to get a manager to void his transaction.
So I did a stint as a customer service agent/cashier at one of the largest furniture stores in America for four months as a way to stay ahead of student loan payments (I was desperate!). My coworkers and the management were wonderful, it was the customers that were a special breed of human beings. Here are some examples:
1) So we are a self serve warehouse, sort of like costco, and customers are expected to look through our rooms and take down the numbers and get the items themselves. So this woman comes up in line, with her cellphone out, and starts showing me pictures of items she wanted. I'm giving her a blank look the entire time while I have five customers behind her. I tell her that she needs to get the items herself and then point out the areas where she needs to go get them (It's like a dozen items!). This is where entitlement kicks in and the woman gives me her best b*tch face ever. She starts complaining that she is the customer and we should do what she wants. So I just shrug, call up the manager, and have him deal with it while I serve the others. She managed to convince him to have an employee to get all of her items for her and have him ring her up!
2) A large party of college students come to my line with about 100+ items. Which is not really a big deal where I work. However, after I give them the final total, they tell me that they desire to split up the transaction ten separate ways and give me a list of which ones each one bought. So I had to break out my calculator to total up each of their transactions separately based on the items I rung up. After a good five minutes, I finally have a sound calculation for each of the students and start allowing them to pay. Bozo number 6 and 8's cards were declined, so I had to shut down my line and wait for them to call up their banks. Of course they don't have any money, so their friends spotted them.
3) Oh... this one is precious. A little background on my state is that it is a bit gun crazy. Gun pride everywhere! So I finished checking out this gentleman, wearing a NRA shirt, and his wife. They had a good amount of items. When it was time to pay, the man becomes very serious and says he wants to ask me a question on why our company doesn't allow guns into our store. I say I don't know why and try to change the subject. When my answer doesn't quite satisfy him, he starts going on a long rant and slams his hand down on the counter, saying that we should allow guns and he isn't going to support our "communist" store. So him and his wife just takes off towards the exit and I have to get a manager to void his transaction.
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In an aluminum recycling plant, there's a room called the "Dross Room". When you melt aluminum (or any metal) the impurities will float to the surface. This is bad stuff, so they skim it off the top and put it in big steel pans. Forklifts move the pans into a warehouse, flip them over, and dump it out on the floor to cool. After awhile, all the pan flipping eats up the floor, and it has to be replaced.
Thing is that it has to be replaced with refractory (basically a thermally-sound version of concrete). So for 3 days, me and one other guy mixed up 56,000 pounds of refractory by hand. Remember that the stuff in this warehouse just got skimmed off the top of molten aluminum. Also know that when this stuff gets wet (water needed to mix the refractory, obv) it emits ammonia gas. All we had were dust masks.
Easily the worst 3 days of my life.
Also his upstairs was hunted which scared the shit out of me.
I work at a gaming store now while I study, so I'm happy with that
We usually had a deal on two-topping pizzas. This means the whole pizza can have a grand total of two unique toppings. So you could have a Pepperoni and Olives, for instance, or a half Pepperoni/half Olives, or even a half Pepperoni and Olives and a half Pepperoni. But you couldn't have a half Pepperoni and Olives and a half Hawaiian. You'd have to pay an extra dollar for each other topping.
Given, it doesn't cost us anything more to put one topping on half of a pizza and a different topping on the other half, but somebody up top decided that was too complicated, so the two-topping deal means two unique toppings total.
So a guy came in and, like quite a few people before him, tried to get the two-topping deal on a half-pepperoni/half-hawaiian, which is technically three toppings. I explained that we couldn't do that. He made the (perfectly correct) point that he was actually asking for one and a half toppings, not two. I told him I understood completely, but I still couldn't give him the deal with three unique toppings. "Well, this is bullshit," he said, and left. As he's walking out the door, my manager yells out, "We're sorry, Sir!"
He turns around and shouts "FUCK YOU!" and slams the door.
This happened like four or five times in one summer.
Second time around we had respirators and a 4k lb mixer, so it wasn't as bad. Still sucked though.
It toughened me up, and made me lose some puppy-fat I had at the time, however I couldn't grasp the fact why he didn't get me to do anything remotely useful to the build for four months. He had his plasterer running around like mad painting red-oxide paint on steel girders for the house-structure, and he was then way behind on his plastering - meanwhile I was sweeping a room that wasn't being rebuilt and then sweeping the exact same load hour after hour..
Was really quite fun.
The work-balance wasn't great however, I literally worked 10 days straight on a monthly basis. On the bright side, I got to travel a lot. I got to visit a lot of places I never thought I'd visit such as real castles, a fortress maybe even a boat or two. Eventually I got used to it and things seem to settle into a nice routine. But then one day this rival group visited and they were just really really rude. They never cleaned up after themselves and things got pretty filthy. To make matters worse, a natural disaster happened and everything we built was destroyed by a huge tide of water.
So yea, being the last Grand Champion of the Innocent was the worst job ever, I didn't even get to embezzle the credits.
tl;dr Don't be a House Leader