What is the absolute worst fucking job you've ever had?
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graveyard....90° weather...got poison ivy & sunburned
Roof work! The only job worse than that is shoveling coal in hell. It was hot, dangerous and the racist rednecks could care less whether I fell off the roof or not.
You have not seen a bathtub ring until you try to take a bath after a day of roof work. Don't go to hell if it's hotter than roof work. I mean hot at 8 in the morning. It was so hot the devil was sitting on the edge of the roof fanning, talking about it hotter than a .... up here.
You have not seen a bathtub ring until you try to take a bath after a day of roof work. Don't go to hell if it's hotter than roof work. I mean hot at 8 in the morning. It was so hot the devil was sitting on the edge of the roof fanning, talking about it hotter than a .... up here.
Young brothers enjoy that shit for now. Don't think because you're wearing a suit and tie that it gets better. White boys will head hunt your ass in the corporate world. You may make $80K, but you'll pay for it. Trust me I know. Besides that I've had to unload train rail cars, phone customer service (where you get yelled at 60 times a day), dock work on platforms that were about 20 degrees. Yeah you enjoy that easy ass Target shit for now. It doesn't get better.
This worse job ever for me was being a Target Protection Specialist.
Ninjas who worked at Target know what that is, them flash light security niggas at the door always checking your receipts.
Man I hated that job with a fuck passion, standing there for 8 fuckin hours being forced to greet people walking in and out. Fuck greeting them fuckin crackas
I worked at the 1st target to open up in nyc back in 1998 in college point queens.
I did that shit for 2 fuckin yrs man for 7.50 beans an hour and when it was time to get a raise my APTL which stands for assets protection team leader had the fuckin audacity to only offer me a .25 raise. I told that nigga to suck my dick.
I aint give a fuck I use to come in with my uniform shirt wrinkled, my pants was faded to shit and the wallabe shoes I bought to wear was shot to shit. I made sure I got a hair cut every 3 months my shit was nappy.
And since I was in security I use to work the morning shift and be the only security nigga in the store. I was stealing candy and going to the food court gettin free slushys and shit.
We had a policy to only check reciepts on open merchandise that means anything not in a bag you have to check.
Yo straight up I let so many people walk out of that store with free shit. I remember this chic had a ps2 on the bottom of her cart walking out the door, I stopped her to look at her receipt, yo she was lookin mad nervous. No ps2 on the receipt, I just simled and told her have a nice day.
Lets not even talk about black friday
The only plus to that job was fuckin wit the bitches workin at the front registers, I smashed off on a lot of broads but otherwise than that fuck target and that bitch ass APTL Kevin Dugan fuckin cracka if I ever catch you I'm going to beat your ass off general purpose
And fuck you niggas for making me relive this shit
Ninjas who worked at Target know what that is, them flash light security niggas at the door always checking your receipts.
Man I hated that job with a fuck passion, standing there for 8 fuckin hours being forced to greet people walking in and out. Fuck greeting them fuckin crackas
I worked at the 1st target to open up in nyc back in 1998 in college point queens.
I did that shit for 2 fuckin yrs man for 7.50 beans an hour and when it was time to get a raise my APTL which stands for assets protection team leader had the fuckin audacity to only offer me a .25 raise. I told that nigga to suck my dick.
I aint give a fuck I use to come in with my uniform shirt wrinkled, my pants was faded to shit and the wallabe shoes I bought to wear was shot to shit. I made sure I got a hair cut every 3 months my shit was nappy.
And since I was in security I use to work the morning shift and be the only security nigga in the store. I was stealing candy and going to the food court gettin free slushys and shit.
We had a policy to only check reciepts on open merchandise that means anything not in a bag you have to check.
Yo straight up I let so many people walk out of that store with free shit. I remember this chic had a ps2 on the bottom of her cart walking out the door, I stopped her to look at her receipt, yo she was lookin mad nervous. No ps2 on the receipt, I just simled and told her have a nice day.
Lets not even talk about black friday
The only plus to that job was fuckin wit the bitches workin at the front registers, I smashed off on a lot of broads but otherwise than that fuck target and that bitch ass APTL Kevin Dugan fuckin cracka if I ever catch you I'm going to beat your ass off general purpose
And fuck you niggas for making me relive this shit
CO-SIGN!!!!
I was forced here when dot.bomb job was lost and divorce court said "work or jail, make a choice" when I was 8 mos w/o replacement tech gig. I was one cert from MCSE and court wouldn't wait!
Meanwhile, I worked 20 yrs before, never had a worse job or worked for a worse company. I was "Backstock" during truck unloads; means I sorted and stacked HALF of all shipment alone everynight [If there were 2 trucks, I stacked 1 on skids by my damn self -- 80k pieces for me, loose and boxed, some nights]. Sued 'em for cuttin' my hours by 1/2 or more [made the shit work when I had to!] when they cut no one else more than 1/4, then tore up my back there and lost 3 years chasing a settlement.
Now labor's out and tech is hard to come by for me. Worst position to be forced into, but I'se still climbin'!
There's no future in this past, but it would have been nice to have SOME consideration from the court when the world was talking about "Dot.Bomb".
This worse job ever for me was being a Target Protection Specialist.
Ninjas who worked at Target know what that is, them flash light security niggas at the door always checking your receipts.
Man I hated that job with a fuck passion, standing there for 8 fuckin hours being forced to greet people walking in and out. Fuck greeting them fuckin crackas
I worked at the 1st target to open up in nyc back in 1998 in college point queens.
I did that shit for 2 fuckin yrs man for 7.50 beans an hour and when it was time to get a raise my APTL which stands for assets protection team leader had the fuckin audacity to only offer me a .25 raise. I told that nigga to suck my dick.
I aint give a fuck I use to come in with my uniform shirt wrinkled, my pants was faded to shit and the wallabe shoes I bought to wear was shot to shit. I made sure I got a hair cut every 3 months my shit was nappy.
And since I was in security I use to work the morning shift and be the only security nigga in the store. I was stealing candy and going to the food court gettin free slushys and shit.
We had a policy to only check reciepts on open merchandise that means anything not in a bag you have to check.
Yo straight up I let so many people walk out of that store with free shit. I remember this chic had a ps2 on the bottom of her cart walking out the door, I stopped her to look at her receipt, yo she was lookin mad nervous. No ps2 on the receipt, I just simled and told her have a nice day.
Lets not even talk about black friday
The only plus to that job was fuckin wit the bitches workin at the front registers, I smashed off on a lot of broads but otherwise than that fuck target and that bitch ass APTL Kevin Dugan fuckin cracka if I ever catch you I'm going to beat your ass off general purpose
And fuck you niggas for making me relive this shit
Co-sign like a muthafucka lmao. I worked as a TPS at 2 different Targets.
#1......The first one was kinda quiet in an upscale area with white and asian customers. That shit was boring as hell but they loved my black ass in that store(even though i really didnt do nothin).they thought i had my earpiece on and I had my ipod headphones in 1 ear lol. I used to request to stay in the garden area all day in the shade just chillin singin songs. Most theives were kinda nervous to see a big black dude in that part of town so they really didnt steal shit.The store gave me great reviews to the point where they wanted to transfer me to a "high risk store" for more money. I agreed but it was a big mistake.
#2.......They transfered me to the Target in the "hooooood". Im talkin about down the street from the projects. Every day we were tackling peeps for stealing. ******, mothers, church people, and everybody else who didnt feel like paying for shit was gettin caught. I got of that top flight shit because I felt like im not gettin paid enuff to act like the police. My boss wanted to be fuckin robocpop and i just wasnt on that. Motherfuckas who worked there was stealin. Thats when i learned how real theives and boosters get cake. Then because I got along with everybody in the store and didnt act like an asshole they thought i was stealing too. One day i came in regular clothes and just handed in my wrinkled ass uniform and said "fuck u and have a nice day".
yeah
for some reason them lames always checked my receipt/bag extra hard when i got ready to leave.
but they let the little cute bitches go past with out any problems
...the power of pussyto be honest with you....i never liked any job that i had whereas i had to work for someone else.
the job i have now is decent.....but im still working for someone else....so some hate is still there....knowhatimean?
This worse job ever for me was being a Target Protection Specialist.
Ninjas who worked at Target know what that is, them flash light security niggas at the door always checking your receipts.
Man I hated that job with a fuck passion, standing there for 8 fuckin hours being forced to greet people walking in and out. Fuck greeting them fuckin crackas
I worked at the 1st target to open up in nyc back in 1998 in college point queens.
I did that shit for 2 fuckin yrs man for 7.50 beans an hour and when it was time to get a raise my APTL which stands for assets protection team leader had the fuckin audacity to only offer me a .25 raise. I told that nigga to suck my dick.
I aint give a fuck I use to come in with my uniform shirt wrinkled, my pants was faded to shit and the wallabe shoes I bought to wear was shot to shit. I made sure I got a hair cut every 3 months my shit was nappy.
And since I was in security I use to work the morning shift and be the only security nigga in the store. I was stealing candy and going to the food court gettin free slushys and shit.
We had a policy to only check reciepts on open merchandise that means anything not in a bag you have to check.
Yo straight up I let so many people walk out of that store with free shit. I remember this chic had a ps2 on the bottom of her cart walking out the door, I stopped her to look at her receipt, yo she was lookin mad nervous. No ps2 on the receipt, I just simled and told her have a nice day.
Lets not even talk about black friday
The only plus to that job was fuckin wit the bitches workin at the front registers, I smashed off on a lot of broads but otherwise than that fuck target and that bitch ass APTL Kevin Dugan fuckin cracka if I ever catch you I'm going to beat your ass off general purpose
And fuck you niggas for making me relive this shit
Damn,that name sounds so important.
Aint that the truth...but some jobs suck more than others...
negro please tell me you didnt work for Cutco?
Cutco was hustling all broke college students in the east coast.
My god brother worked for them last summer...I had no choice but to buy $500 knives.
My god brother worked for them last summer...I had no choice but to buy $500 knives.
Family always gets you. You know you have to support their hustle regardless if you need the stuff or not.
Family always gets you. You know you have to support their hustle regardless if you need the stuff or not.
Tell me about it!
He didn't even give me the required knife demonstration. All I received was a catalog and a puppy dog face.
Tell me about it!
He didn't even give me the required knife demonstration. All I received was a catalog and a puppy dog face.
Damn I had no idea so many brothers shared my hatred for working at target
I applied for Target twice over the years and never got called back... lucky me.
i'd say either a company that wanted me to sell knives door-to-door (as in, give an in-home 'expo' on how you should cut with knives. no kidding.) or it had to be footlocker when i was 19. this was some real CASH ONLY no check type sheit. the manager was like 'i gotta hire you under the table'. it was in a hood strip mall with NO food court and no refrig so i couldn't even bring a lunch.
he was the worst manager at the worse job to date. when it got slow in the store, he started cuttin my hours down to like 8 hours a week! and expected me to keep comin! this dummy even had the nerve to schedule me for three or more days (monday 5-7, tuesday 5-7, friday 3-5, saturday 9-11 AM)
i just stopped showin up and this dude who used to work with me saw me at a club out in l.a. like a month or two later and was like 'the manager got mad when u didn't show up anymore. he told me to tell you that he needs your footlocker referee shirt and if you don't bring it in, he's gonna whoop your azz when he sees you.' man, we BOTH busted out on the spot.
saw that punk azz manager like two months later and as i thought, he didn't do sheit. just mean mugged me like stared and kept it movin. lol. that ole beatch
he was the worst manager at the worse job to date. when it got slow in the store, he started cuttin my hours down to like 8 hours a week! and expected me to keep comin! this dummy even had the nerve to schedule me for three or more days (monday 5-7, tuesday 5-7, friday 3-5, saturday 9-11 AM)
i just stopped showin up and this dude who used to work with me saw me at a club out in l.a. like a month or two later and was like 'the manager got mad when u didn't show up anymore. he told me to tell you that he needs your footlocker referee shirt and if you don't bring it in, he's gonna whoop your azz when he sees you.' man, we BOTH busted out
on the spot.saw that punk azz manager like two months later and as i thought, he didn't do sheit. just mean mugged me like
stared and kept it movin. lol. that ole beatch
i'd say either a company that wanted me to sell knives door-to-door (as in, give an in-home 'expo' on how you should cut with knives. no kidding.) or it had to be footlocker when i was 19. this was some real CASH ONLY no check type sheit. the manager was like 'i gotta hire you under the table'. it was in a hood strip mall with NO food court and no refrig so i couldn't even bring a lunch.
he was the worst manager at the worse job to date. when it got slow in the store, he started cuttin my hours down to like 8 hours a week! and expected me to keep comin! this dummy even had the nerve to schedule me for three or more days (monday 5-7, tuesday 5-7, friday 3-5, saturday 9-11 AM)
i just stopped showin up and this dude who used to work with me saw me at a club out in l.a. like a month or two later and was like 'the manager got mad when u didn't show up anymore. he told me to tell you that he needs your footlocker referee shirt and if you don't bring it in, he's gonna whoop your azz when he sees you.' man, we BOTH busted out
saw that punk azz manager like two months later and as i thought, he didn't do sheit. just mean mugged me like
THE WORST (and I DO MEAN ABSOLUTE WORST) job I have ever had (and possibly the worst job on Earth) was working for Pepsi as a merchandiser. Your job was to stock the shelves in these big assed stores after the 18 wheelers dropped their loads. I had a route of about 9 stores spread out across the county (the first store on the route was an hours drive from the last). They would drop 8-10 8 foot tall pallets of product at each store and you had to sort the different flavors and then go out and stock the shelves. The dude that ran the fork lift would sometimes stack the pallets 2 and three high to save space, so we would have to risk our asses lowering the pallets with these shitty hand-driven forklifts. When the pallets weren't stacked right, the shit would sometimes damn near fall on you and you'd have 3 or 400 busted cans of Pepsi on the floor to clean up.
During holidays, the sales reps would convince the store owners to do shit like build haunted houses or Xmas villages out of 12 packs. I'm talking BUILDINGS YOU CAN WALK INTO out of 12 packs. The fucks had us build this haunted house in a Super WalMart once that was 2000 sq. feet (trying to break some kind of dumbfuck sales record). Picture having your normal 8 store route, but in the middle of the day, after working your ass off, you have to build a fucking 2000 sq. foot single floor building out of cinder blocks (12 packs). The route was so long and the workload in each store was so heavy that most times I worked from 5:00am until 9:00pm (on the REALLY bad days I would work 5:00am to 3:00am and be back at 5:00am). Sometimes I would go 30 days without a day off because the manager fucked us on scheduling CONSTANTLY.
The pay was "good", but only because working damn near 18 hours per day ,7 days a week for 20-30 day stretches at a time, minimum wage would even start to stack up (we made $8 per hour). I was able to stack some money, shit, when did I have time to spend it? I bought a car cash, furnished my crib with some nice furniture with cash and had enough stacked to go back to school (I took the gig in the first place to stack money to go back to school after Howard fucked me out of my aid one semester).
That was the most thankless, back breaking, SHITTIEST job I have ever had. One day I woke up and was just like (FUCK THIS!) and never went back to work. I did that shit for a little over a year.
During holidays, the sales reps would convince the store owners to do shit like build haunted houses or Xmas villages out of 12 packs. I'm talking BUILDINGS YOU CAN WALK INTO out of 12 packs. The fucks had us build this haunted house in a Super WalMart once that was 2000 sq. feet (trying to break some kind of dumbfuck sales record). Picture having your normal 8 store route, but in the middle of the day, after working your ass off, you have to build a fucking 2000 sq. foot single floor building out of cinder blocks (12 packs). The route was so long and the workload in each store was so heavy that most times I worked from 5:00am until 9:00pm (on the REALLY bad days I would work 5:00am to 3:00am and be back at 5:00am). Sometimes I would go 30 days without a day off because the manager fucked us on scheduling CONSTANTLY.
The pay was "good", but only because working damn near 18 hours per day ,7 days a week for 20-30 day stretches at a time, minimum wage would even start to stack up (we made $8 per hour). I was able to stack some money, shit, when did I have time to spend it? I bought a car cash, furnished my crib with some nice furniture with cash and had enough stacked to go back to school (I took the gig in the first place to stack money to go back to school after Howard fucked me out of my aid one semester).
That was the most thankless, back breaking, SHITTIEST job I have ever had. One day I woke up and was just like (FUCK THIS!) and never went back to work. I did that shit for a little over a year.
Second worst gig I ever had was my first (and last) grpahic design gig before I said "fuck it" and went into IT. I worked for this dude in Houston. He had this design business out of his crib.
First, the crib was a shithole. It was a shack in West Houston. The shit had no heat at all (not even space heaters). Dude did have some nice Macs, but apparently that was where all his investment went. The land the crib was on was some sort of recaptured swamp land and he had these boardwalks going all across the land from the house, to the storage area (dude's whino cousin lived in the storage shed), to the trailer in the back that the dude lived in because there was 2 feet of standing water at all times on this property. Shit was infested with mosquitoes from all the standing water and fuckin' snakes were everywhere (shit looked like it was taken off the set of Black Snake Moan or some shit).
I worked there for about three months. One day, dude drives up in this 1968 classic drop top Jag he bought at an auction. he's showing off his new whip to us and bragging about how much he spent on it. Everybody was like "Wow great" and went back to work. Payday comes along and our fuckin' paychecks bounced. I was in bed and my wife told me that my paycheck bounced and I rolled my ass over and went back to sleep. Dude called to ask if I was coming to work, my wife hands me the phone and I just roll over and go back to sleep with the phone next to me. Dude hears me snoring over the phone and tries to tell me I'm fired. I was like "Whatever mufukka, your check bounced" and that was that. I didn't even go after the money.
My next job after that was at Enron
First, the crib was a shithole. It was a shack in West Houston. The shit had no heat at all (not even space heaters). Dude did have some nice Macs, but apparently that was where all his investment went. The land the crib was on was some sort of recaptured swamp land and he had these boardwalks going all across the land from the house, to the storage area (dude's whino cousin lived in the storage shed), to the trailer in the back that the dude lived in because there was 2 feet of standing water at all times on this property. Shit was infested with mosquitoes from all the standing water and fuckin' snakes were everywhere (shit looked like it was taken off the set of Black Snake Moan or some shit).
I worked there for about three months. One day, dude drives up in this 1968 classic drop top Jag he bought at an auction. he's showing off his new whip to us and bragging about how much he spent on it. Everybody was like "Wow great" and went back to work. Payday comes along and our fuckin' paychecks bounced. I was in bed and my wife told me that my paycheck bounced and I rolled my ass over and went back to sleep. Dude called to ask if I was coming to work, my wife hands me the phone and I just roll over and go back to sleep with the phone next to me. Dude hears me snoring over the phone and tries to tell me I'm fired. I was like "Whatever mufukka, your check bounced" and that was that. I didn't even go after the money.
My next job after that was at Enron
This worse job ever for me was being a Target Protection Specialist.
Ninjas who worked at Target know what that is, them flash light security niggas at the door always checking your receipts.
Man I hated that job with a fuck passion, standing there for 8 fuckin hours being forced to greet people walking in and out. Fuck greeting them fuckin crackas
I worked at the 1st target to open up in nyc back in 1998 in college point queens.
I did that shit for 2 fuckin yrs man for 7.50 beans an hour and when it was time to get a raise my APTL which stands for assets protection team leader had the fuckin audacity to only offer me a .25 raise. I told that nigga to suck my dick.
I aint give a fuck I use to come in with my uniform shirt wrinkled, my pants was faded to shit and the wallabe shoes I bought to wear was shot to shit. I made sure I got a hair cut every 3 months my shit was nappy.
And since I was in security I use to work the morning shift and be the only security nigga in the store. I was stealing candy and going to the food court gettin free slushys and shit.
We had a policy to only check reciepts on open merchandise that means anything not in a bag you have to check.
Yo straight up I let so many people walk out of that store with free shit. I remember this chic had a ps2 on the bottom of her cart walking out the door, I stopped her to look at her receipt, yo she was lookin mad nervous. No ps2 on the receipt, I just simled and told her have a nice day.
Lets not even talk about black friday
The only plus to that job was fuckin wit the bitches workin at the front registers, I smashed off on a lot of broads but otherwise than that fuck target and that bitch ass APTL Kevin Dugan fuckin cracka if I ever catch you I'm going to beat your ass off general purpose
And fuck you niggas for making me relive this shit
Did I mention working Circuit City here? I think so, the first day I was actually on the floor, was Black Friday. 16 and a half fucking hours of walking around asking a buncha impatient, tired as fuck people if they want to buy a gift card. Me and my friend didn't know how to do shit else.
We didn't sell a damn one.
Aint that the fucking TROOF!
My 2nd Worst gig was after my freshman year of college and my undecided ass figured that I would take some time off to hopefully figure things out. It started as a summer job mission ended up being 8months of What the fuck am i doing
. I worked in the laundry room of a hospital. *pauses* yeah internal body bits and pieces sometime end up in the laundry. The smell was wretched. It was like warm apple pie of DEATH AND DISGUST. I was making a little over minimum wage and I was on some last chance agreement whereas I couldnt do anymore no call's no show's... well I didnt call or show and my timecard was GONE that next day. I walk in that bitch and mopho's pouring out a lil liquor and looking down @ the ground n stuff shaking their heads .Me, I was thrilled. Went right back to school that following semester.But the WORST gig I had was working as a Tech Support Rep for Apple. Not only did u have to fix issues(supported or not) u also had to sell shit. I did that for like 18months, and one day after some ole battle axe of a white woman didnt take too kindly to my denial of support for not paying for Applecare. I said FUCK IT. Set myself to break and walked out into the Sunset. I Swear to beans I heard Blaze of Glory playing from some fucka's iBook as I walked out the door. The best ending ever!
Selling watermelons on Rockaway Blvd. in Queens @ 12 yo. Getting paid $15 a day 8am to 8pm. Kept a young nigga out of trouble tho.
After I graduated from college I had a hard time finding a job. I was desperate for money so I took a job doing overnights at Bed Bath and Beyond during the Christmas season. That job flat out sucked. During the interview I kept it real with the manager. He asked me "why should I hire you?" My response, "I have no money and I am a college grad who cannot get a job".LOL, I did that job for 3 days and then bounced. My manager told me I would work from 9-530 but I never got off at 530. During the three days I got off at 630, 7, and 730 respectivily and never got any damn overtime. They even had me do inventory in the candles section. You know how hard it is to count thousands of fucking candles. And they had me do it 3 times in one night because my coworker and I kept coming up with different values.
----~Spent a summer in between college working at a sewer plant. 90+ degrees, down in 30 foot deep filteration basins. Had to go down in there after they were drained and sweep them out
Saw snakes and rats, found baggies of crack (fools flushing when the police came), used tampons, all that shit, and the boss wanted to be stingy on the gloves, face masks and protective suits. I studied my ass off after that summer.
you're the winner in my book.
my worst job was with carmax, the auto superstore. worked with a bunch of white guys who swore they were the 2nd coming of Donald Trump...the machismo factor was intimidating but I held my own. did okay in sales but every time I got my check, I swear carmax had figured out 5 different ways to slice my money into shrimp turds.
knocking door to door for u.s. pirg would've been the worst but I didn't stay around long enough for it to rank above carmax. them fools dropped me off in the middle of prince george's county and rolled out on a sista with this "we'll be back to pick you up in ten hours" bs. I solicited money just long enough to have some decent funds for dinner, made my way to the metro and was ghost.
Working in the backroom, when I got tired of finding shit, I just "burned" it. Said i found it, when really I didn't, or said I was pushing it to the floor, when really it was still in the back. Them motherfuckers TIMED you too. Them niggas had the gall to give us these raggety ass ladders that we had to roll down these 3 ft wide aisles with shit hanging all out of em, so stuff would get knocked out, and I didn't know what section it fell out of, and I'd just stuff that shit somewhere.
I did the cutco/vector thing shortly, Also i sold home improvements door to door that was shitty.
But my worst job was at a meijer warehouse. Picking up sacks of heavy ass potatoes n all kinds of other produce all day while riding around on a fuckin mid-rider. Also doing orders in the area where everything was kept wet n it was cold as hell in there was the worst. I quit n the middle of the job
But my worst job was at a meijer warehouse. Picking up sacks of heavy ass potatoes n all kinds of other produce all day while riding around on a fuckin mid-rider. Also doing orders in the area where everything was kept wet n it was cold as hell in there was the worst. I quit n the middle of the job
I just passed some motherfuckers doing that on the same strip last week. I just shook my head, who buys from these dudes?
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I wanted to work in the Apple store and get the certs required to be a Mac Genius until I found out that they don't get commission.
I've had a few bad job, the first being working at a mall during X-Mas selling Christmas trees.
I was a freshmen in high school so me and my boys got the gig and it only paid us 4 bucks an hour.
If you've ever had to put up one of those real trees in your house then you know that shit is a bitch.
Now just imagine having to cut the got damn tree with a saw after walking around with a bunch of fucking white folks who can't decide what the fuck they want.
After you cut the got damn sap filled, bug infested tree you have to bundle it up then carry the shit to their car.
After the first few hours I started saying, "tips are greatly appreciated."
Some of the people gave others just laughed, fucking yuppies.
Second job was working at target as one of the people with the red shirts that put shit back on shelves.
Two of my classmates worked there so it wasn't that miserable but the management sucked and they would ALWAYS try to make us stay later than 10 oclock to pick up which is illegal in Oklahoma.
I would try to get either toys or housewares because I would take naps in between the rugs that they have hanging up in target.
Third worst job was working at a car wash one summer.
100+ degrees in the summer and the single digits during the winter.
Everybody assumed that I was a fucking ex convict and the people that I worked with ranged from white trash that thought they were better (even though they lacked full sets of teeth) to ex con's that always had advice to give and had a reason how the man was fucking them over.
I just left a job where I was essentially a slave (they replaced me with 3 people, none of which can do 1 job better than me and they're going to give them additional resources, not once was I ever paid for shit that wasn't my job) and I started a new this week.
My new job is cool and the location is great (less than 3 miles from my crib) and the people are really nice but I can't fuck with this shit no more.
I've got to get on the ball for what I came to Atlanta, fuck working for anybody besides myself.
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