Job/Occupation Experiences

Working in fast food isn't the greatest either. Everyday younhave people
That must not be able to read the menu. If it says we have a bacon cheeseburger, chances are that we have a bacon cheeseburger.

 

I know. And the paperwork for my job takes 15-30 minutes to get all folded and put away properly.

Anyways, I work at a gas station. And I swear this job is slowly making me hate people little by little. You meet all kinds of people. Intelligent people, funny people, nice people, tired people, etc. But most of all, you tend to meet some not so intelligent people. I don't know how many times somebody has come in for gas and didn't even bother to look for their pump number. And one woman called me useless because I told her I wasn't allowed to guess her pump number (Ruined my entire night). And one person I know who works a graveyard shift was afraid this one woman was going to attack her. She was screaming and yelling at my coworker to go outside with her for whatever reason (I think it is something involving gas) and this lady had my coworker cornered behind the counter and everything.

 

Well it's not like the menu is ambiguous it is clearly hung and stated for all to see. But it really is hard to find a nice way to put it I wish there was.

 

Well this is my second week working at my local AMC Movie Theater and this week I was confronted by customers about not giving them their tickets (when I did, they just dropped them and tried to blame it on me), or not letting them pay their totals with credit cards (if the back of the card isn't signed they have to present I.D. in order for me to swipe the card, which the did not have), and for carding them when they were trying to get into an R rated movie ( it's the law so don't get angry at me about it) All in all this job has made me realize that I definitely want to be the one making the movies someday instead of selling them!

 

yeah but really in any service job, you are going to run into people who know what they're doing on occasion but mostly not so much

 

I wish people were more like you. But unfortunately they use the excuse of there are no pump numbers, even though there are. And no, I've never really worried about being robbed.

Anyways, I fear this thread will become a place for me to gripe and moan and complain about my job. Fun stuff.

This guy had his 19 year old son with him as he was buying a can of beer. Now I know odds are the guy wouldn't give any booze to his son. But unfortunately the rules are that I have to ID people in a group if they appear to be under 21 (Even if the person doing the buying is 50). And of course if somebody in said group is under 21 I'm not allowed to sell the group alcohol. As I'm trying to explain this, another guy (Who had absolutely no reason to do so) decides to get himself involved and tell me that I am wrong and the higher ups who told me what to do when IDing people are wrong. He's saying that California law basically states that it doesn't matter about the ages of people in a group if the person buying the alcohol is legally allowed to. And of course this person is wrong because if somebody (Of legal age) buys alcohol and then gives said alcohol to a minor I could lose my job because of it. And not only would I lose my job, I would either be on a 2 year probationary period where I couldn't get a job that sells alcohol or I just won't ever be allowed to be hired at a place that sells alcohol (Not sure which one).

Oh, and I admit in the past that whenever I've gotten into a conversation about whether or not we should have an official language everybody should know my opinion has always been that perhaps we should simply for convenience. But aside from that, I've never really cared. But funny thing is my job is simply the greatest argument to support having some sort of official language that everybody should be required to know. I may have Hispanic blood in me, but I'm white. I don't look like I would know any other language except English. And so many people come up to buy something and start speaking Spanish and don't know a single word of English. It isn't too bad if somebody is around to translate for me, but there are some days where I am by myself and don't have a Spanish speaking coworker nearby.

And to continue my griping, customers aren't even the only bad part of the job. So many of my coworkers just don't care and do things wrong. And if somebody who does things correctly (Such as myself) tries to tell the manager, it becomes something like "Well why didn't you make sure it was done right" or something. And there can be an annoying bit of favoritism at times. One of my supervisors absolutely hated it when me and a certain coworker (Let's go with coworker A because this story might take a little while) would talk while on the job. I guess she thought we weren't doing our job when we were talking. And yet another coworker (And this one shall be coworker B so I can differentiate between coworkers) of mine got in trouble with that supervisor because me and that coworker weren't communicating at all. And coworker A was telling me about one day this supervisor was just talking to another coworker (C so I can identify them) in the back for 20 minutes (And not about work related things either) while coworker A was stuck up front with the customers.

And one last final complaint about the job (Because I might go on and on if I continue too much). A few weeks ago I sent in a request to have June 22nd and July 2nd off. On the 22nd my dad may need a ride to the airport for a flight to Missouri (Visiting family, yearly summer trip, unfortunately I have to miss it due to work). And on the 2nd is when he comes back and he'll probably need a ride back home. 2 other coworkers also requested the 22nd off, but I was the first person to request it off. For whatever reason, we don't get advance notice of whether or not our request is approved. Instead we have to wait for the schedule to come out. And so the schedule that has the 22nd on it came out and guess what. I'm working that day. The coworker who sent in the request a day after me was the one who got that day off. And I have a feeling that I won't get the 2nd off either because that day is one of the days chosen throughout the year that we're not allowed to request off because they expect a higher amount of customers at that time (These days are around the holidays and of course the 2nd is 4th of July weekend). Aside from the blatant BS that comes with us not allowed to request those days off, I have a feeling I won't get the 2nd off because it is one of those days.

 

I'm a part time college professor (technically speaking, an 'adjunct professor'), and occasionally I have to deal with frustrated students who underachieve, and then piss and moan about not getting into some graduate studies program, or something else.

Griping about how "They pay my salary" (which isn't even true, my paycheque is usually the result of government grant, which I apply for and am awarded based on my research publications) and so I should be more than willing to just give them A+'s.

Tough nuts?

 

I swear we're just gonna add more things for the other to say.

Fun stuff about gossip.

About a month and a half ago my manager talked to me about 3 different things I said. Out of these 3 things, I can understand about my manager hearing about one of them. A coworker said his stomach wasn't feeling good so I jokingly said "Maybe you have cancer." The supervisor who was also standing there started chewing me out about how I was cursing my coworker. So it would make sense for that supervisor to tell my manager I said that.

The second comment I was in trouble for was also a joke (Hell, all three comments were jokes). Now I'm bugged about my manager hearing about this comment because it should've stayed between me and the person I said it to. The person I said it to was also a supervisor but the way she laughed and the way I said the comment (A super whiny voice) made it sound as though she knew it was a joke. And of course somehow this spread out to more than just my manager knowing about it (The joke was essentially hinting that another coworker had AIDS and somehow that coworker heard about it). I'm not quite sure how my manager and the other coworker heard about this comment (Again, it was just between me and that supervisor) but I can understand that somehow word got to my manager.

Now the third comment I was in trouble for is what pisses me off the most. Now, I don't remember exactly what I said but I do know that somehow whatever I said spread throughout other coworkers and my words became twisted. And I have no idea how other people managed to hear about it. The coworker I said it to didn't care at all and the gossip spread all the way back to her. Another coworker who probably heard it didn't tell anybody, and he's the type who if he has a problem with me he'd come up to me about it. I don't remember any other coworkers nearby, so the only way my manager heard about it was either there was a coworker I didn't notice nearby or the security cameras have microphones in them. And the funnest part is this third comment ended up getting two pregnant women who work in the same place terrified of me.

So basically through people somehow finding out about things I said and gossiping about it, I became a hateful misogynist who punches the babies of pregnant women.