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Work. Bleh. Psycho!boss. Little brats setting fire to the elevator on a weekly basis. Getting handed a two-hour stack of work at 5:30 p.m. that "needs" to get out that night (when it could have been handed to me in the morning) every day.
I've decided that tales of other people's misery will cheer me up.
My Job Sucks the Most Contest
Tell me and the world why your job sucks the most. Most votes gets a $15 LiveJournal coupon. Second place will get a $5 coupon.
Okay, I know there's no way to check up on you to see if you're telling the truth. Just remember: lie and you've sold yourself for $15. Which is really, really sad.
Da Rules:
I've decided that tales of other people's misery will cheer me up.
Tell me and the world why your job sucks the most. Most votes gets a $15 LiveJournal coupon. Second place will get a $5 coupon.
Okay, I know there's no way to check up on you to see if you're telling the truth. Just remember: lie and you've sold yourself for $15. Which is really, really sad.
Da Rules:
- Open to anyone with a journal.
- All entries must be made to this post by
8:00 p.m. Pacific Daylight Time, Friday, June 25, 2004 (4 a.m. GMT June 26.)8:00 p.m. Pacific Daylight Time, Monday, June 28, 2004 (4 a.m. GMT June 29) - due to LJ problems. To make an entry, comment directly to this post as opposed to someone else's comment. - One entry per journalist. If you feel like you want to reword your comment or add details, you can delete your original comment and re-comment up until the Monday cutoff. No changing after that since the comments will be linked in the poll.
- The winner will be decided by poll (in which everyone with a journal can vote) which will open after the cutoff and will be open for a minimum of a couple of days (deadline to be announced.) The winner to be announced shortly after the poll closes (baring any natural disaster like California finally falling into the ocean.)
- In the case of a tie, there will be a runoff.
- First prize: $15 LiveJournal coupon. Second prize: $5 LiveJournal coupon.
- Please put any questions into the preceding journal entry.
- ETA: I'm gonna limit this to current pain. Your reward for formerly being in a job from hell is...you're no longer in the job from hell. ;) Current jobs only, please.
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[waves flag and runs off]
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Thank you.
We have the money.
I have... some money...
It's what runs America.
America, Land Of The Free? ;)
Er... yeah, fair enough!
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Or something.
My job sucks the most because...
No seriously.
You try working in a sewage treatment works. And not just any sewage treatment works, but the biggest one in Scotland and probably one of the biggest in the UK.
We're not looking forward to summer.
The
portacabins pretending to bebuildings, are not air conditioned. The only way to ventilate them, is to open the windows really really wide.Trust me on this. You do not want to open any windows on or near a sewage treatment works on one of the hottest days of the year!!!
We pray for rain. Hell, we preform rain dances three times a day, everyday, round about this time of year!?!
Oh yeah and the works pretty crappy too...
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As a friend of mine who worked in a stable cleaning out horses, pointed out to her rather mean and nasty boss one worse than usual day: "I get paid to shovel the horses shit, not to take yours!"
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Suppose I can't complain though. I'm sure people have worse jobs than me!
1,300 words on why My Job Sucks The Most!
But I shall just start with an outline of my job.
To be completely accurate, my job is not overly complex. This is part of the problem and a reason that fans the flames of Coworker DISTASTE.
There are three things wrong with my job:
1. I do not have enough to do.
My basic job is this: I work from 11:30am to 10 pm Monday through Thursday as an evening circulation clerk in an academic library. What this basically entails is helping people who come up and ask questions, want to check out books, want to buy/put money on a copy card, answer the phone, put books and/or other items on reserve for teachers so their classes can all have access to them, send books out for interlibrary loan, and know where every piece of clerical material actually is. Most of the actual book and clerical work takes about an hour of the ten I work. This leaves me sitting at the front desk waiting for people to come up and ask for help for the other nine.
Which equates to me joining a fandom (Stargate) so that I will have something to read/makes me look busy nine hours a day, four days a week. Which sounds good on paper, but after the first year, you seriously want to kill yourself.
2. My coworkers talk to me.
My library employs twelve people. Two full-time reference librarians, the library supervisor, a technical processing clerk, a technical processing librarian, a secretary, two part-time reference librarians, a student worker, and three full-time clerks (of which I am one,) and a part-time clerk.
Of the twelve, only three give me real problems. One is fine beause this person works far away from me and I interact with her maybe once a month. The other two... huge problem because they are the ones that I work with pretty much constantly. We shall call them Coworker Insane (CI) and Coworker Lazy (CL).
CI is actually a pretty nice person unless you say something s/he doesn't agree with/s/he can't bully you into ignoring/forgetting. S/he is the type of person who would totally give you the shirt off their back, but crow about it to the world, move into your home and take over doing your laundry so that s/he'd be sure the shirt s/he'd given you (which is totally yours, no! S/he's not kidding! Despite it having been theirs BEFORE it was yours) was properly washed, ironed, and hung in a place of honor in your closet, and hey, you don't dust under your dresser, so s/he'll do that for you and then remind you that s/he's doing it. While CI is a great worker and finishes the tasks appointed well before they need to be completed, s/he's also a massive control freak, refuses to respect the authority of people who are that person's bosses, doesn't understand why people with Masters degrees feel entitled to respect/more money/telling them what to do because s/he's been there twelve years, badmouths staff, students, and faculty, is pushy, tactless, and gets snippy and vengeful if you point out that s/he is not your boss, and that it's inappropriate of him/her to make remarks in the current setting.
In short, I feel like I'm dealing with a three year old who drinks too much coffee, smokes, and never shuts up.
And this icon's keyword? "Working".
CL is very lazy. When I first started working here, we had two desks in the circulation area. CL's desk, and the desk the part-time clerk and I shared. Six months in, the PTB decided to remove CL's desk and have us all three share one. The official reason was that we needed more work space. (They replaced the desk with a worktable/island counter on top of a bookcase.) The real reason was that CL would sit at her desk, not looking up, and leave a patron waiting for up to ten minutes, or until the patron cleared their throat or got his/her attention. This has not changed, despite the loss of the desk. S/he still does not get up to help when I have multiple patrons waiting until I vocally demand that s/he gets up. However, if there is more than one person waiting and I am off-desk, there is a very demanding request for my presence.
S/he is judgemental in that s/he makes disparraging remarks about patron's reading material and life choices loudly, and to said patron's face. If someone does not agree with something I do, that's fine. But confronting me about it and insulting me is wrong. Period.
S/he is inconsiderate of other people's time/needs in that s/he is constantly late, always takes extra time on his/her breaks without letting those on duty know, wanders off to do something when I or the other clerk leaves the desk and leaves the circulation desk bereft of staff when we are gone for less than five minutes, does not inform circ desk staff when s/he is going to be leaving duty - often depriving me of off-desk time to finish other projects, takes 20 minute bathroom breaks, leaves immediately when his/her shift is over (despite owing probably another half-hour on shift), and often goes to the bathroom just before the end of his/her shift or just before my or the other clerk's break.
And did I mention LAZY? S/he takes hours to finish projects that take me less than twenty minutes to complete. S/he then complains of the sheer amount of work that we clerks 'suddenly' are expected to complete.
And yet, I'm bored out of my mind with nothing to do. So. LAZY.
These two would not be so bad if the rest of the department actually took some responsibility and diciplined or gave these two consequences. Unfortunately, the other coworkers a.) don't have to deal with these two to the extent I do b.) are afraid of dealing with these two for various reasons or c.) don't know what to do. I like both of my supervising bosses. They are nice people. They are just ineffective bosses because they've let this situation go on too long without reprimand or actual consequences. At this point, it's pretty much too late to do anything.
Thus leaving me in the rather depressing situation I face every day when I come to work.
3. I never see the sun.
The way my work schedule is set up, I wake up at 10am. This starts my day rather late. However, I am expected at work at 11:30am to start my shift. I then spend ten hours indoors, with only two fifteen minute breaks, and one (unpaid) half-hour lunch break. I think those times are more than fair. However, the way the break schedules are set up, I don't get to be outside at all until 5pm. In the winter, that means it's pitch-black outside. Evening hours also limit what I can watch on tv, errands I can run after work, and people I can see. Yes, I get a three-day weekend, but one of those days is taken completely up with errands, and the other two involve housework and general life-maintanence.
So, in conclusion, there are three major problems with my job. I have noting to do, which forces me to be in almost constant contact with two people who are very tiresome and wearing, and I cannot get any vitamin D to improve my mood.
And the only way I get a raise is through a cost of living increase each year. And it does not pay me enough for me to afford my own apartment.
So, yes. My. Job. Sucks.
And...
I hate my job.
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I worked at a movie theater.
1. They asked me to come in an hour and a half early to do all the prep work, like scooping popcorn and washing counters and vaccumming the floors. So, I came in early.
2. They had me making the popcorn, and warned me about the popper spitting grease and burning me AFTER it burned me.
3. They had me wash the toilets. Seriously. On my first day.
4. They had me running around on my feet for 4 hours, with NO breaks. On the opening weekend of Shrek 2. Which was a horrific thing in itself.
5. After the 4 hours of nonstop running around, the manager took me into his office and said, "I just got a call that we aren't hiring. And, since you didn't sign any papers yet, there's really no point in paying you. But, we'll give you three free movies."
6. He didn't even give me a fricking piece of paper saying I got three free movies, which means I don't even know if I got that.
7. I worked 4 hours nonstop, burned myself, and had to be friendly to all the customers on an opening weekend, for $6.00 an hour, and an hour for free.
8. And, after all that, I didn't even have a job.
My job sucks...
1. The store manager was a heartless cow who would talk behind your back about you so that all the other staff hate you for some particular reason. She did this to everyone...so pretty much everyone hated everyone else for some reason.
2. She would mope around the store, never serve customers and refuse to invoicing...these are all her job.
3. She had no respect for authority and those above her, she is the front store manager, yet she also thought she was the pharmacist and the owner. SHE WASNT.
4. Three of us staff soon cuaght on to her and started keeping track. Since i started working there we lost: 3 pharmacists, 10 front shop girls, and 2 cleaners...all because "we couldnt get along with the store manager'.
5. The boss (owner) didnt believe us.
6. She started a vendetta against the three of us that included not putting our pay through, putting the wrong pay through and cutting our hours.
7. I resigned.
So thats seven reasons all based on the one person...how about this as well...
In the four years i have worked in pharmacy i have
- caught bronchitis
- caught pneumonia
- caught influenza
- caught tonsilitis
- caught the chickenpox
- caught school sores
- colds every year.
esssh.
But since changing workplaces (still the same job) I think i have a great job...so does that count me out?
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But I think I'm going to limit it to current pain. :D I should put that in the rules.
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Hmmmm....one of my best friends is still there (she was one of us three) I live it vicariously through her....does that count.
Heh.
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she work 66 hour weeks.
She doenst have time.
Dammit.
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Of course, I'll love it less next week when the students come back and I'm actually expected to *work* and such but still....
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The hours I have suck and I don't get paid near enough to make it worth the 6.5 hours I *do* work every other Saturday.
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The only up-side is the Produce department. Not only are they amusing but they're all hot! It's like a rule at our store. You must be hot to get hired in Produce.
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1. There are no chairs. I stand for the length of my shift, which is usually 8 hours.
2. I work at a Doctor's Surgery. I deal with sick people on an ongoing basis. Therefore, people are generally not really that nice.
3. I deal with doctors. Doctors can be THE most arrogant and self-serving people under the sun.
4. People, as a whole, are stupid. My job proves this. Sick people, on the whole, are stupider (more annoying, ruder, and stressful).
5. People who work in the CBD (Central Business District - the City) generally earn either ALOT of money, or virtually none. The people who earn virtually none can't pay, and the people who earn ALOT often chuck a fit about paying, even when they can get more than half back from the government. They let us know just how much they enjoying paying us, too.
6. You tend to get sick when you work on the lower ground level of an apartment block with an air-conditioner that works 80% of the time.
7. The main doctor blames the admin staff when there is a complaint, even when it is overwhelmingly obvious it isn't our fault, has nothing to do with us, or the patient states they love the reception desk.
8. Patients take their crap out on us. When they're mad, they either yell, fume, threaten legal action, or threaten bodily harm. There is no where to run on the lower ground level of an apartment building.
9. The pay is award rate - the minimum possible.
10. I work with at least 4 other people in an area >1 metre wide and 3 metres long, with 4 computers, 4 phones, 9 phone lines, a photocopier/fax machine, printer and about 30 drawers and cupboards (which *hurt* when banged against body parts*).
11. Our staff turnover is about 10-15 a year. We went through 4 Practice Managers in 1 month.
Erm...that's about it, for now.
Did I mention we're being sued?
My Tale Of Woe
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June 1985 ... In the beginning (like, the first sixteen years), the job was good. New things to learn, neat people to work with, long-term positions befitting my skillset, and acknowledgement (from time to time) of my contributions. Then the industry all but crashed, the company all but crashed (still on the brink), and my "career" took a turn for the worse.
December 2002 ... After six years at a client account that suddenly found itself laying off most of their employees, I was notified of an actual lay-off date if I couldn't find a job elsewhere in my company. Not being able to see into the future, I searched for and found another job in the nick of time.
December 2003 ... After a year of enjoying a telephone-customer-support job that I had no idea I'd enjoy, my company out-sourced my whole team, and lay-off seemed imminent once again. This time, I started seeing the writing on the wall and began making plans to change my life, but at the last minute, I was told I would be moved to another group in this organization so they wouldn't lose a body.
May 2004 ... Knowing the org, I told my manager I could not work nights, and he said he'd have them work it out for me. When I found myself scheduled for nights, my supervisor said my manager hadn't said a thing. And my job now? Pulling cables in raised-floor server rooms (can you say heavy tiles and filth?) until 2:00 am ... if I was lucky. I became a totally dysfunctional person with no life almost immediately. Fortunately, they let me move to another position (as a "loaner") without argument when I found one about two months later ... and it was the perfect job for me!
June 2004 ... Two weeks into the perfect job, I was moved (without notice) to the org that oversaw everything on the account, and three days later, because of continuing budget issues, the job morphed into something I didn't have the experience for and suddenly required nights and weekends. I let them know I couldn't magically become what they needed and wouldn't become dysfunctional again, so the "loan" was terminated and after a two-week vacation (because really, what better time?), I would be back in my old org. But I'm starting to see clearly now.
June 2004 ... The discussion with my manager this time (in addition to reminding him no nights or 12-hour shifts) was about putting me on the lay-off list. He was all caring and accommodating and promised he would let me know what he could do as soon as possible, even though he was going on vacation, but no surprise to me, I heard nothing before I left. So Monday morning, I'll show up at his office, and if he's not there, I'll just sit in the vacant cube outside his door.
I no longer see the possibility of stable, long-term positions (for myself or anyone) in my corporate megamessolis ... the trends are (a) sending jobs overseas and laying off everyone here and (b) loaning employees around as needs come and go. There are constant confirmations and rumours of investigations, lay-offs, buy-outs, take-overs, etc, and psychology-types call what the company is doing to its employees "abusive" and labels the platitudes managers hand out "lies." I just say it sucks ... in more ways than one.
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Whew! If this tale of woe is somehow voted first or second most suckful, please donate the prize to one of the unemployeds. I, fortunately, already have one part-time job lined up (don't think I'll ever go for a single-company "career" again) and another one or two in the probability zone. Mainly, thanks for listening to me whine! :^)
My job sucketh mosteth because ...
Hey, on a completely different topic ... why is it that all the LJ layouts have the 'post a comment' link in a different place? I won't even tell you how long it just took me to figure out how to post a comment here. W00t.