Ahh … the memories ! Although your shitty jobs make me feel much better about mine ! (Tongue Saw? :eek: )
I’ve had a couple, usually (as noted above) horrible because of the boss, rather than the job itself.
When I first started at a coffee shop chain - I ended up staying for four years - the manager hated me, for some reason. She decided I was too dumb to use the cash register or the cappuccino machine. So when a customer asked to buy something, or for a hot drink, I had to go summon someone else and get back to my task of bussing tables and doing dishes. Once I got in trouble because I was obliged to make a drink because everyone else was on break/somewhere else (I think I would have gotten in even more trouble if I had said to the customer ‘I’m sorry, no, you can’t have a cappuccino’), and as I had never been shown how to do it I made kind of a mess. Eventually all my friends who worked there sat her down and convinced her that I was a liability because I didn’t know how to do anything but dishes. I ran into her again a few years later, she wrote me up for a uniform infraction - I wore pants with belt loops, without a belt!
The manager eventually got fired, after driving away the regulars from a number of different stores. Heh, heh.
After that I worked at a coffee shop/deli where I, the vegetarian, was in charge of selling veal (‘How’s the veal?’ the customers would ask. ‘Popular,’ I would answer) and slicing meat (sawing an inch of fat off a procuitto, for instance - my co-workers would point and laugh about what a gross thing I had to do - while they ate it!)
And once, I was hired (as a temp) to work in this office for a woman called Julie, who was one of these people … who … talked … verrrrry … slowly … and with no apparent ability to understand or make herself understood to others. She would just repeat herself until you understood, or walked away, whichever came first. Also, she had no idea what she was doing. She asked me to write a letter to someone and I asked if there was a template or something. She went “Mmm … I think Sally worked on those before, so find the file called ‘Sally,’ there might be something in there …” And something was wrong with my computer, the Save As function wasn’t working. My mistake was mentioning this to her, she plunked herself in front of my computer and spent over an hour trying to understand what I had told her and ignoring my ‘Don’t worry about it, I can work around it’ pleading. I don’t think she ever did catch on. There was a fire drill one morning, my heart leapt with joy at the idea of getting out of that hellhole for a few precious minutes.
I arrived on a Wednesday to replace a guy who had started on Monday and who was so miserable that he gave his notice on Tuesday. By Thursday the boss pulled me aside and said “I know this is a hard job to fill, and you seem like a clever person, so please be honest with me - are you going to stay? If not tell me now so we can get another temp.” So on Friday, me and the guy I replaced (with our combined six days of experience) had to train yet another temp, who must have been wondering what was up. I know it doesn’t sound like much, especially after what some of y’all have been through, but it was hideous. It paid very, very well but it was almost physically painful.
But none of this beats my friend who once had a job removing the labels from endless tins of tuna.
On the first morning, he went to the bathroom. When he came back, his supervisor expressed great surprise - no-one had come back from the bathroom before !