What kinds of shitty jobs have you had?
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I had a different experience. Although I did party with my residents occasionally, and we were cool, it was the fact that we were cool that made them think they could get away with murder.
I was always worried about getting in trouble from my boss finding out about the crazy shit that was happening on my floor and me not trying to stop it.
The trouble of dealing with my residents acting insane all the time combined with me worrying about getting fired wasn't worth the occasional partying. I should have worked at the mall or something.
Waitress at an Italian place. Lasted a day. Couldn't remember what people wanted, which tables where which, etc. And then I took offense when the owner asked me to clean when it was slow. Wash the refrigerator doors?!? I'm supposed to be a waitress, not a janitor! Hey, what did I know at 15?
Library Page -- hellish if you really like to read - couldn't stop myself from reading the jacket of interesting books -- and if they sounded really good, from flipping it open and reading a little bit. I was supposed to be checking in or shelving - not the most productive of library staff. I quit shortly before I got fired.
Counter Clerk at a 7/11 -- I really hustled to get that job. I had a broken foot for the first few weeks of the summer. I showed up at 5am with a cast on my leg, applying for the job, able to start "on Monday after the cast comes off" Impressed the manager as a girl with hustle. Too bad I sucked at checking and bagging stuff. The corporate mystery shopper identified two things in her order that I forgot to ring up. Don't remember if I quit or was fired, but I didn't last much longer after that.
Flight Catering for People's Express -- Worked in a warehouse near the airport - for a 3rd party provider to the airline, (no free flight perks) - a truck would come in with those little, black, wheeled carts. We'd get them off the truck, empty the trash out, then refill them with soda, beer, those little bottles of liquor and snacks, close them, seal them and put them back on the truck. Was working the swing shift. It was the sweetest hours to have a for a summer job, because I could sleep until noon and got off of work at 10pm, and would hit the club at midnight, dance until last call at 3am -- fresh as a daisy, it was 'happy hour' to me. Didn't last though --- "Miss College" didn't fit in with the "I'll get my GED soon" crowd that was working there. I called in sick one day, but the manager didn't buy my excuse (legit, but hey thems the breaks) and fired me.
That was followed by the best "worst job" I ever had -- Bagel baker in a small bagel shop in a strip mall. I'd show up at 4am on Sundays and turn the kettle and oven on. Then I pulled the first tall rack containing sheets of formed, raw, bagel dough out of the fridge. When the kettle was boiling and the oven was hot enough, I started my zen-like dance of:
1) "bagels into the kettle",
2) "bagels in the oven flipped over and the boards removed & hosed down",
3) "bagels out of the kettle, onto boards, spiced and set into the oven (boards and all)",
4) "bagels out of the oven"
1) "bagels into the kettle",
2) "bagels turned over and hot boards removed & hosed down",
3) "bagels out of the kettle, onto boards, spiced and into the oven (board and all)",
4) "bagels out of the oven"
1) "bagels into the kettle",
2) "bagels turned over and hot boards removed & hosed down",
3) "bagels out of the kettle, onto boards, spiced and into the oven (board and all)",
4) "bagels out of the oven"
1) "bagels into the kettle",
2) "bagels turned over and hot boards removed & hosed down",
3) "bagels out of the kettle, onto boards, spiced and into the oven (board and all)",
4) "bagels out of the oven"
All done in time to four rotating shelves inside the 450F oven -- stepping left and right, turning to grabbing sheets of dough, dump them into the kettle and turning back to slap the empty plywood sheets back into the cart; left and right in front of the oven; grabbing the peel and flipping the freshly baked bagels out of the oven and into wire baskets. Repeating the cycle, over and over again, for TEN hours.
Man, it was like doing a martial arts form all day long --- I'd start working, and before I'd know it, it was time to shut the ovens off for the day and clean up. I didn't break for meals - I don't recall even taking a bathroom break - although I figure I must have, at least once or twice. I kept that job all school year my last year of full time college.
Library Page -- hellish if you really like to read - couldn't stop myself from reading the jacket of interesting books -- and if they sounded really good, from flipping it open and reading a little bit. I was supposed to be checking in or shelving - not the most productive of library staff. I quit shortly before I got fired.
Counter Clerk at a 7/11 -- I really hustled to get that job. I had a broken foot for the first few weeks of the summer. I showed up at 5am with a cast on my leg, applying for the job, able to start "on Monday after the cast comes off" Impressed the manager as a girl with hustle. Too bad I sucked at checking and bagging stuff. The corporate mystery shopper identified two things in her order that I forgot to ring up. Don't remember if I quit or was fired, but I didn't last much longer after that.
Flight Catering for People's Express -- Worked in a warehouse near the airport - for a 3rd party provider to the airline, (no free flight perks) - a truck would come in with those little, black, wheeled carts. We'd get them off the truck, empty the trash out, then refill them with soda, beer, those little bottles of liquor and snacks, close them, seal them and put them back on the truck. Was working the swing shift. It was the sweetest hours to have a for a summer job, because I could sleep until noon and got off of work at 10pm, and would hit the club at midnight, dance until last call at 3am -- fresh as a daisy, it was 'happy hour' to me. Didn't last though --- "Miss College" didn't fit in with the "I'll get my GED soon" crowd that was working there. I called in sick one day, but the manager didn't buy my excuse (legit, but hey thems the breaks) and fired me.
That was followed by the best "worst job" I ever had -- Bagel baker in a small bagel shop in a strip mall. I'd show up at 4am on Sundays and turn the kettle and oven on. Then I pulled the first tall rack containing sheets of formed, raw, bagel dough out of the fridge. When the kettle was boiling and the oven was hot enough, I started my zen-like dance of:
1) "bagels into the kettle",
2) "bagels in the oven flipped over and the boards removed & hosed down",
3) "bagels out of the kettle, onto boards, spiced and set into the oven (boards and all)",
4) "bagels out of the oven"
1) "bagels into the kettle",
2) "bagels turned over and hot boards removed & hosed down",
3) "bagels out of the kettle, onto boards, spiced and into the oven (board and all)",
4) "bagels out of the oven"
1) "bagels into the kettle",
2) "bagels turned over and hot boards removed & hosed down",
3) "bagels out of the kettle, onto boards, spiced and into the oven (board and all)",
4) "bagels out of the oven"
1) "bagels into the kettle",
2) "bagels turned over and hot boards removed & hosed down",
3) "bagels out of the kettle, onto boards, spiced and into the oven (board and all)",
4) "bagels out of the oven"
All done in time to four rotating shelves inside the 450F oven -- stepping left and right, turning to grabbing sheets of dough, dump them into the kettle and turning back to slap the empty plywood sheets back into the cart; left and right in front of the oven; grabbing the peel and flipping the freshly baked bagels out of the oven and into wire baskets. Repeating the cycle, over and over again, for TEN hours.
Man, it was like doing a martial arts form all day long --- I'd start working, and before I'd know it, it was time to shut the ovens off for the day and clean up. I didn't break for meals - I don't recall even taking a bathroom break - although I figure I must have, at least once or twice. I kept that job all school year my last year of full time college.
Chicken Fryer. It sucked big time. But tought me a valuable lesson - get your shit together. I've come a long way.
