Picked up that habit when I was in Hawaii, but now you are right, they would want my magazines before I’m done with them.
I used to have a regular battle with my boss when she would see a Discover magazine on my desk. I had to put that in a folder as well, she could have it when I was done, gosh darnit!
Do you just love sitting down to read on your break and have someone want to talk to you about your book? “Are you reading a book?” “Why are you reading a book?” “What’s it about?” and my personal fav “Is it any good?”
Even better is standing in line with a book and having some random stranger ask me those same questions. It hasn’t really changed much now that I have an e-reader, except now random strangers want to know about my reader as well as why I would own such a thing to just read books.
I’ve been at my current job about three months. Since I started, twenty-two people have quit or been fired. It’s a pretty small staff (four kitchen workers total), so… that’s a lot. Most of those people only stuck around a week or two before deciding it was too much/not being able to hack it.
I feel like I should be allowed to put that on my resume without sounding like a douchebag.
Eyes widen happily at seeing your name, SurrenderDorothy. I’ve been hoping that things were looking up for you.
There are other posters who are much better with words than I am, but perhaps you could say something like “My current job is difficult and low paying. Many people only stay for a few weeks, but I know how important it is to not quit after a week, so I have lasted over 3 months.”
It would help if the place you work is known to be a pit of hell.
Some complain that there are companies out there who refuse to hire smokers. Well, in my local transit company, it’s the opposite - they refuse to hire non-smokers to drive Montreal’s buses.
Every bus driver smokes. This isn’t a big deal most of the time, but then sometimes the drivers smoke inside their buses. And sometimes buses are late because the driver had to step outside and have a cigarette. And I’ve never seen a smoking bus driver dispose of a cigarette butt anywhere but on the ground. :mad:
Your job does not include blocking traffic while only adults are crossing, but hey I’ve gotten used to that. However, yelling at me because the (very short) nose of my van in over the line is not part of your job. Get over yourself.
Y’know, I’ve never been bitched at for being a courteous driver before. Driving down a dual lane that merges onto a major road and the right one ends after a bit (a long bit). Well some guy puts his blinker on to get into this lane and I already had some gap in front of me so I let off the gas to give a little more room to let him in…
He starts yelling at me! Waving and cussing out his window at me until I speed up to open the space behind me which he promptly dives into. WTF? What was wrong with being in front of me? Usually people would just shove in before I even let off the gas!
Noooo, not quite- the people who have left included servers and bartenders, too. I’m not sure how many of them there are, exactly- four is just the number of kitchen folk at one time. I just meant it’s not like it’s a big company where that might be unremarkable. We’ve had three regular kitchen and eight dishwashers go since I started (and we only have one dishwasher on staff at a time. I don’t know what our deal is with dishwashers and why we can’t find someone who will show up to work for more than three shifts.)
Anyway, I’m looking for jobs outside the restaurant industry now. I have a few good prospects at vets’ offices and some of the big rescues with paid employees, but they’re all “your name is at the top of the list, but we have to wait for a position to open up” deals.
I got bitched at by a kid crossing guard one day myself; I was not impressed. Listen, shortass, I walk this route all the time without your help. Save it.
Personally, I’m hoping that since they’ve apparently decided to get bad, they’ll get as bad as they can as fast as they can. I’d rather the old woman go as fast as possible rather than suffer through a protracted agony, although I think that providing her with a bottle of “headache medicine” (known to the rest of the world as brandy) and a cherry-red bobsleigh to ride into the other life would be frowned upon.
My mother’s book club had to read 50 Shades. The librarian who organizes the meetings gets “points” for doing it, and apparently TPTB had told her she had to include more “current” stuff, because the last few choices had been from the mid-20th century.
One of the women in the group is a retired optometrist. She used to be THE town’s optometrist; she’s well-known, well-liked, respected, and nobody doubts of her diplomatic skills. When it was time to comment on the book, she volunteered to go first and said
“I thought we were supposed to be reading books?”
Librarian: “ well, yes, b…”
Lady: “If I wanted to read horseshit I would have become an oracle!”
Rest: cheers
When did the first train of the morning (arrives in Chicago around 5:30 am) switch from being an utterly quiet trip in which people nap or sip coffee and read, to a regular train in which people loudly cackle with friends, or bring barely school-age kids on for a ride downtown?
Combine this with my recent purchase of new headphones which don’t block as much ambient sound and it was quite the loud ride in this morning. I may have to start using the Quiet Cars on this train…
Waiting for the bus this morning. Second guy in line has two suitcases. We wait inside, then walk outside when the bus arrives.
Bus pulls up. First guy in line walks out the door. Guy with the suitcases acts surprised and starts fumbling with his suitcases. Not just picking them up, but fumbling around and smiling at us. Impressed me as nothing more but a passive-aggressive dominance game of making everyone behind him wait. I finally bark “Ok, let’s go” as the first guy is already getting on the bus. Suitcase Boy walks out, gets 2/3 of the way to the bus, makes a show of setting them down almost as far apart as he can and then fumbling for a wallet he which he acts like he doesn’t know where it is. I say “Oh come on” and prepare to walk around him when he grabs his stuff and half sprints to stay ahead of me.
Gets on and sits down. I go past him. Then he decides to get up and start trying to shove his luggage into the overhead bins that are deliberately roped off. They don’t fit anyway, but thanks so much for blocking the 20+ people behind you while you make a show of your fucking luggage again, you prick.
We get to his stop. He picks up his luggage and sprints for the door. Just in time for two women near the front of the bus to stand up, one of them getting slammed in the back by his luggage.
Oh hey. Guess who just got a call for an interview for a paid rescue position.
Oh good god my fingers are crossed so tightly. It probably won’t pay a lot, but neither does my current job and there are no animals at my current job.
well, yes, b…”