My job isn’t shitty, my boss is a normal person, my only complaint is the boredom. Nothing I do is anything worth mentioning where I work, I’m an office monkey that does the jobs that are deemed too “boring” for the upper management to deal with. These jobs aren’t hard, but they are boring. I’m actually writing this at work because they ran out of things for me to do but still want me here just in case. If I had any other form of income I would leave this dead end job and actually do something I like, but instead I have to sit here and slowly lose my brain cells by slamming my head into my desk.
Job: Pizza slave
Work for an international pizza chain. Our managers showed their appreciation for their work force by having us all come in for a bitch out meeting at 8:00 AM Labor Day morning. That’s right, Labor Day morning. That is the thoughtful way our managers chose to have us spend the day that is supposed to be dedicated to labor. Apparently they think the idea of Labor Day is to slap your employees in the face. Mission Accomplished.
Job: Retail manager
So today we had this guest come through the line in a very agitated state (we were very busy) and while the cashier kept a smile and great attitude the guest lost her mind when the computer wouldn’t accept a coupon on a clearance item. Generally the system rejects it if the item is clearance which I (as the manager) attempted to explain. After a few eye rolls and angry huffs she was on her way. Shortly after she returns demanding to see the manager to the guest service person which I show up for. She slams her receipt down blabbering that after we denied the coupons we double charged her for an item (which honestly my cashier swears she got two but ya know…) so I return the money to her and she goes on to tell me that I should have just eaten the three dollars and given her what she wanted. I apologize and tell her that’s not what our policy states. After leaving again, I return to ringing guests who all seem pleasant until she returns AGAIN on the phone with corporate. She stood behind me and spoke with them on the phone for 10-15 minutes. Without another word you see her storm out (with her child, nonetheless!) so I’m assuming she was told it wasn’t gonna happen. Why do people assume they will get whatever they want?
Being a female in a dealership isn’t easy. If you’re considered attractive, the men won’t leave you alone. If you’re ugly, the men still won’t leave you alone and they just end up call you derogatory names. This place has got to be the worst company I have ever worked for. I have been in the car business for quite sometime now but never in my life have I ever hated being a women. The men in this company have no respect for women. While most of management are married men, they still hit on the young eighteen year olds who are just trying to pay their way through college. I’ve made a few complaints to our general manager but he doesn’t care. In fact, he encourages it. This man has never punished anyone on his sales team. One manager passed out drunk on the lawn of the used car lot and all he got for as a punishment was a week of suspension. One of my female coworkers had her picture photo shopped and was sent to all the other salespeople including myself. It was inappropriate and humiliating, but the man did not get suspension. He got a promotion instead.
If I could state the name of this company, I would. I would rant to the whole world. Everything about this company is terrible. The owner is racist. The GM doesn’t give a crap about anything other than sales. If they had to sell a car but it meant to humiliate a fellow female coworker, they would do it. No questions asked.
Your lack of self-awareness is astounding. Why, why, why on earth would you want to work at an office where no one likes you? You didn’t have a single real buddy here until a new person showed up that you could prey on, because they didn’t know any better. And now you and she are a cozy coven of two. Maybe now you’ll stop complaining to your supervisor that your coworkers are being mean and bullying you. WTF do you want them to do? We told them ahead of time not to hire you based on personality alone. They can’t MAKE us like you. It’s called work, and you’re a grownup. Suck it up and deal with it.
Oh, and congratulations on finding a boyfriend who can actually stand you…I suppose someone’s got to do it. Thanks for taking a hit for the team, brother! Tell you what: since you’re such a notorious tightwad, I have an idea for you to save a bunch of cash. And it’s even better than putting all of the leftovers from office lunches into a ziploc bag with your name on it and sticking it in the break room freezer. Instead of buying airplane tickets to go see “your baby” (urgggh…dry heave) in San Diego, why don’t you just quit and move there? You’d be doing everyone a favor. I’d even attend your going-away party.
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