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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1340 on: December 16, 2010, 06:20:50 PM »

So I've been working at the office supply store for four months now, and...

I hate it. I mean absolutely hate it. I had a hard time adjusting to the video store too, but this is ridiculous. The other staff that I work with seem to absolutely detest me for no discernible reason, the pay is lousy, the shifts are long and tedious yet few and far between, the closest place for lunch is way too pricey, and after four months I still haven't received any training whatsoever. I don't even like the store. I wouldn't shop there. I've only ever had one job before, but I'm pretty sure it's bad when I stay up late because I dread working in the morning.
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1341 on: December 16, 2010, 06:24:59 PM »

Nah that's normal.
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1342 on: December 16, 2010, 11:32:48 PM »

Everything you've described seems normal.

Is there anything about the job (other than the paycheck) that makes you happy? That might be cause for some alarm. It would be good if you pretended to like it though.
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1343 on: December 16, 2010, 11:57:15 PM »

So tonight was another awful night but I got a story out of it. We were dead until 6:30 when several tables showed up at once and sat down. They didn't wait to be seated like the sign so politely asked, every table walked in and sat down. I was unaware and was cleaning in the back. I went to go check the door after a few minutes of cleaning and there they all were. So I got everyone menus when these two 12 year old walk in.
I knew right away I'd be posting here tonight when one girl turns to the other "Hey. so, do you think we can get him to get us beer?" The rest of the 12 of them walked in and sat down and they were the TRASHIEST people. And this is a pretty nice joint I work at. But fine. I can deal with trashy, it doesn't bother me until they start cursing and throwing racial slurs about. This is also the night when half of the church nearby comes out. And I was so busy running back and forth getting drinks and starter salads and everything for my other tables that I could barely make it over to them each time to tell them they have to keep it down. Everytime I /did/ however, they proceeded to shove a glass in my face and then keep talking. I had no idea what they drank and it got to the point where after the 7th cup jammed into my chest (If I wasn't concave this glass would've broken my sternum) I said "Listen, I'm going to fill it with whatever I find back there unless you tell me what you had." They all switched seats several times and the girls were exchanging shirts so I couldn't tell who was where was what.
And if it seemed like I was losing my patience, I was. I had 6 or so other tables of very nice, polite people and these people were literally cursing at me and fighting me every step of the way. I'd ask if they wanted a refill since I was walking back and and one would say yes. I'd go get them a refill and come back and one more would say yes. And giggle. And to order? Jesus christ. Took me literally 10 minutes to get their order. They knew what they wanted. They were just being total dicks about it.
After a while another 12 year old girl walked in. She was easily 200. She was also the nicest of the bunch, which was sad because the moment she sat down the others started saying "Hey fatty, what do you want to drink?" And it was obvious she didn't like it. Even the mother called her fat. And this wasn't her kid.
And that started the biggest problem. I paid extra attention to this girl because everyone else was so mean. The other girls didn't like that (they were trying to flirt earlier and I ignored them.) I asked her "And can I get you anything else?" and one of the girls swings her hand around and says "I want this. Now." And grabs my dick and squeezes. Hard. Painfully hard. And she wouldn't let go. I had to forcibly remove her hand from my crotch while her mom just laughed. I walked to my boss and told her to talk to her. She took one look "Just get rid of them. She used to work here. You replaced her."
I was cleaning up all the shredded napkins and doodles of dicks they drew on the tables when my boss walked by and told me about her. She was fired because she was a prostitute before she started working there. And she went back to her old tricks. Literally.

It was quite possibly the worst table experience I've had in my six years as a waiter. Jesus christ.
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1344 on: December 17, 2010, 01:46:05 AM »

I find myself laughing every time you post. And not he good this is funny laugh, the bad, this is so uncomfortable laugh. :D
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1345 on: December 17, 2010, 07:30:37 AM »

Guys, we should make a movie of this shit.

I'm going to have a lot of free time pretty soon.
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1346 on: December 17, 2010, 09:13:36 AM »

I'm not gonna pretend I know anything about anything, but once someone tries to crush your junk, isn't it time to get Johnny Law involved?
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1347 on: December 17, 2010, 10:40:15 AM »

Would you like to give these people a reason to stay around longer?
They did it about ten minutes before they left and I stopped waiting on them right after. I just did not want them there any more. Boss said that if I didn't want to wait on them, they aren't welcome in the store. So in a few months when they come back in again I doubt I'll let them in. I'll deal with it then if it ever actually comes up
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1348 on: December 17, 2010, 10:45:02 AM »

Well, personally I'd do it just for the retribution, because I like to think that society has (at least nominally) mechanics to put that brand of asshole in their place, but I think I can understand if you only wanted to put the incident behind you.
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1349 on: December 17, 2010, 01:01:54 PM »

I put up with my share of bullshit as a female waitress in an area prone to hicks.

I hated kids more. Far, far more. For one, you can deck hicks who are grabbing your ass and tits and you won't get in trouble.
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1350 on: December 19, 2010, 08:28:20 PM »

Here's a work post that doesn't involve my genitals or being asked to take money in exchange for sexual favors!

The civic center contacted my boss the other day and they are working out a deal. To do this, she needs to send a person to run a stand on Friday nights. Only person she trusts is me. I am going to get a promotion and a pay raise. Of course, I need to get certified, so she is going to pay for me to take classes.

And to top it off, guess who is in charge of hiring? Well, ok. I'm in charge of FINDING people. She still has the final say but if I trust them and I like them, chances are they will get hired.

Which means I am hunting down my friends with cooking experience and waiting experience. I've got a couple in mind.


It is very strange to post something here where some sort of strange mishap hasn't happened.
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1351 on: December 19, 2010, 08:55:01 PM »

Are you sure it's not a prostitution stand?
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1352 on: December 19, 2010, 09:40:28 PM »

They will provide "refreshment".
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1353 on: December 20, 2010, 05:14:19 PM »

Over the summer, a couple came into our jewelry store, asking if we'd seen or bought a sapphire ring that was this girl's engagement ring.  They were seriously they cutest couple, this girl and her lady, like the cutest couple, and I felt sooooo badly for them.  I told them I'd keep a look out for it and they left us a flier at the store with their number and address, with something about a reward I guess (I don't recall that last part really, but I digress).  Long story short, these two girls were up here to get married because it's illegal in their home state of Alabama or whatever the hell, and they really like New Hampshire, so that's why they were up here.  They were out for the day and lost one of the engagement rings, and I can't even imagine how upset they were, being like a week away from their wedding and all.  The ring never showed up, and never showed up, but when they were at the store, I told them we had a ring just like it, only with a different stone, and if they needed to re-order, I'd give them a super deal because how can you not feel terrible for someone in that situation?

December rolls around, and one of the girls calls the store asking if we'd ever seen the ring and how much would it cost to replace.  I called our big jewelry supplier, the one that has the same setting they had on their ring, and I called them back with a quote.  What they wanted was now something like $600-$700, whereas when they bought it it'd been $300.  So she really couldn't consider it at the moment.  I felt bad for her, but I really gave her the absolute lowest markup that we could without my dad throwing up all over the floor about it, and even then it just was far out of their budget.

Today, I went to the bank to deposit a check, and I came back and there was their fucking ring sitting on the shelf where we keep the scrap jewelry we buy every day.  I'm still fucking floored by it, because some stupid schmuck found it and came to sell it for scrap for fucking $50 and they probably found it the same day those girls lost it and holy fuck, I'm glad I wasn't in the store because I would have punched the drunk asshole who brought it in straight in the mouth.  Seriously, the guy is literally an alcoholic who smells of booze.  Anyway, I called the police about it to try to get the couple's info so I could send it home to them, and they're so disorganized who knows how long they would have taken, and the scrap I'd written their number on was long gone, but I did manage to find one completely unfamiliar number in my cell phone.  So I call it at work and get no answer.  Maybe I'm wrong, I think.  I googled the area code and it says it's Alabama, so I called it around an hour ago, and a girl picks up and I clumsily explain I'm a girl at a jewelry store who found a ring and I hope I have the right number.  That girl goes sooooooooooooooo crazy on the other line, and is so overjoyed with the whole thing she can barely contain her joy over the phone, and I hear her talking to friends she's with wherever she is, so long story long, I'm shipping it home to them, and they're sending us a check for $50 because that's the least they could do as far as they're concerned. 

Best christmas story ever :D
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1354 on: December 20, 2010, 05:30:47 PM »

Awww, that's awesome!
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1355 on: December 20, 2010, 05:46:38 PM »

I am a bit unhappy it did not involve terrible violence though.
Oh well, nothing's perfect.
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1356 on: December 20, 2010, 06:06:44 PM »

As I turn to go out the door this evening, my office manager says to me, "Oh, be careful to not slip on the banana peel in the middle of the floor.  I've decided it should stay there until someone slips on it."
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1357 on: December 20, 2010, 07:21:24 PM »

Over the summer, a couple came into our jewelry store, asking if we'd seen or bought a sapphire ring that was this girl's engagement ring.  They were seriously they cutest couple, this girl and her lady, like the cutest couple, and I felt sooooo badly for them.  I told them I'd keep a look out for it and they left us a flier at the store with their number and address, with something about a reward I guess (I don't recall that last part really, but I digress).  Long story short, these two girls were up here to get married because it's illegal in their home state of Alabama or whatever the hell, and they really like New Hampshire, so that's why they were up here.  They were out for the day and lost one of the engagement rings, and I can't even imagine how upset they were, being like a week away from their wedding and all.  The ring never showed up, and never showed up, but when they were at the store, I told them we had a ring just like it, only with a different stone, and if they needed to re-order, I'd give them a super deal because how can you not feel terrible for someone in that situation?

December rolls around, and one of the girls calls the store asking if we'd ever seen the ring and how much would it cost to replace.  I called our big jewelry supplier, the one that has the same setting they had on their ring, and I called them back with a quote.  What they wanted was now something like $600-$700, whereas when they bought it it'd been $300.  So she really couldn't consider it at the moment.  I felt bad for her, but I really gave her the absolute lowest markup that we could without my dad throwing up all over the floor about it, and even then it just was far out of their budget.

Today, I went to the bank to deposit a check, and I came back and there was their fucking ring sitting on the shelf where we keep the scrap jewelry we buy every day.  I'm still fucking floored by it, because some stupid schmuck found it and came to sell it for scrap for fucking $50 and they probably found it the same day those girls lost it and holy fuck, I'm glad I wasn't in the store because I would have punched the drunk asshole who brought it in straight in the mouth.  Seriously, the guy is literally an alcoholic who smells of booze.  Anyway, I called the police about it to try to get the couple's info so I could send it home to them, and they're so disorganized who knows how long they would have taken, and the scrap I'd written their number on was long gone, but I did manage to find one completely unfamiliar number in my cell phone.  So I call it at work and get no answer.  Maybe I'm wrong, I think.  I googled the area code and it says it's Alabama, so I called it around an hour ago, and a girl picks up and I clumsily explain I'm a girl at a jewelry store who found a ring and I hope I have the right number.  That girl goes sooooooooooooooo crazy on the other line, and is so overjoyed with the whole thing she can barely contain her joy over the phone, and I hear her talking to friends she's with wherever she is, so long story long, I'm shipping it home to them, and they're sending us a check for $50 because that's the least they could do as far as they're concerned. 

Best christmas story ever :D

That doesn't belong here, that belongs in the DAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW thread. :luv: :luv: :luv:
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1358 on: December 20, 2010, 07:34:50 PM »

That setup can work as a scam. Someone tells you they're missing their ring, which they say is of great sentimental value. A second guy hands in the ring, and you buy it. You never see the first guy again, or you feel compelled to send it for free, or they offer to pay but you never see payment.

Doesn't sound likely to be a scam in this case, though. $50 split three ways is hardly worth anyone's time.
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Re: Your Job: The Movie
« Reply #1359 on: December 20, 2010, 07:46:42 PM »

Especially 6 months worth of time.
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