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I lasted a fortnight before walking out.
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I was a waiter at a super post hotel, and i remember dreading going into work.. but i also caught myself getting nostalgic about it a little while ago - had a great bunch of people there, i was good friends with the wine specialist so we would do lots of 'tasting' sessions, and beyond your shift there was no responsibility.. management were total fuckwits though, and i think that was the main reason for hating it..
Call centre probably had some of the worst times.. new system in which crashed at the busiest time.. had a few months of utter utter shit. Wife said that i'd be apologising to people in my sleep while i was there.. but again, mostly good people, and i also got promoted to team leader and then the operations manager.. so that was good, i was actually sad to be leaving there.. but since i also had a hand in the accounts, i could see where the company was going.. so i jumped ship..
So i'd have to say, worst job is my current job. It started well a few years ago, traditional marketing role, i did things, built up the digital side where my skills/interests are, people leave and are not replaced, and my role has basically transformed into an admin role. Office girl is fucking the boss so her work is now basically passed over.. i have too much to do, not enough time and i'm stressed and miserable. So yeah.. this one. Also this is the last year of guaranteed pay rises.. so it's time to leave. This is the one job where i'm looking forward to burning bridges.
The situation that finally pushed me to leave my last proper job (1998/1999) was having to deliver Millennium Bug training solidly for about 5 months. I was bloody near suicidal by the end of it, and certainly verging on murderous (ended up calling one of the new overlords a cunt in front of the whole office, which at the time was totally out of character). Massive conspiracy of circumstance that got us delivering it, and it was going to be vaguely OK until the Government decided the funded training had to last five days, when there was only really about half a day's material, and in reality none of the businesses who attended had the slightest thing to worry about, and all the big boys and fixed the serious stuff years previously.
But ... in a lot of ways my worst job is what I do now. In theory it's great, because it's my business, and I can pick and choose clients etc. and I genuinely love a lot of the people we work with, many of whom we've worked with for 15-20 years. Unfortunately it's reached the stage where we've got too much work for our resources, but not enough income (or, most importantly, desire) to expand the headcount, and increasingly the reward for giving excellent service is to have people take us less and less seriously when we discuss planning, management, strategy and not just dropping work on us with no bloody warning. I know what I should be doing about it, but for different reasons all of the "right" answers are unnattractive, so we keep muddling along with periods of calm acceptance punctuated by enormous stress. If I could think of another way to generate an income that wasn't worse, and that didn't stitch up my one employee in the process, I'd be off like a shot.
Seriously: If you value it, take/fetch it yourself
After joining The National Coal Board as a management trainee I was sent to do my underground training at Snibston Colliery. Working on the coal face was pretty hard, and a little scary. Low working height, approx 42 inches, poor conditions, early starts and being treated as an outsider as I was "management". I dreaded Monday mornings.
It got better though. As Overman at Bagworth Colliery where the seam was 10foot high was brilliant, the craic with the other guys was unsurpassed and probably illegal by current standards. One chap who was a bit of a lothario was having trouble with his missus so the other guys held him down and gave him a love bite to go home with! Not in a gay way, just arsing about. He had a hell of a time trying to explain it to his wife, it was only when one of his mates fessed up to her that she calmed down.
Seriously: If you value it, take/fetch it yourself
Seriously: If you value it, take/fetch it yourself