I go on these boards, not because I’m smart, but I like being around people who I trust are intelligent and wise, (even if they don’t always agree with each other). It keeps me honest and informed… (That’s why I “lurk” more than I post). To hear people say I shouldn’t be sorry makes me feel better… I just want to put in as much as I’m getting out. And so many Dopers have been nothing but helpful when I post about my problems. I’m so gratefully for that.
Especially if some soapy water accidentally sloshes out of the sink and onto the floor…
Not that I’d want for you to come to any physical injury.
P.S. Foots, there’s some pretty funny stuff in this thread, in case you feel like lightening your load with some grins in your spare time. Or just go straight here for a more manageable slice.
Footz, if you are detail-oriented and reliable and don’t want to interact with too many people, maybe consider a job like hotel night audit. It’s a decent job, requires only minimal customer interaction, and generally pays a bit of a premium, due to the fact that many don’t care to work overnight hours.
I know for a fact that y’all hold at least one doctorate. You should, therefore, be slightly more literate and computer potty trained than the average schmuck. So how the hell can you not know the difference between the “Reply” and the “Reply all” button in your email program? FYI, this is a quite useful skill when you’re replying to emails with roughly two hundred recipients. I get enough spam as it is without your lame replies filling up my inbox.
You’ve tried various departments at that store, but have you tried different shifts? For a while one of my brother’s worked the overnight shift at the local grocery. He said the job basically consisted of: cut open a carton of cans, put price stickers on the cans, put the cans on the shelf. Repeat for the length of the shift.
Pretty boring, but it seems like it would be low stress, and definitely not require being around crowds of people. Unless you live somewhere with a huge proportion of night owls.
A job I did for a while was page at the public library. We didn’t have to work the circulation desk or interact at all with patrons (beyond pointing them towards the non-fictions shelves or magazine area or, more often, telling them they needed to speak to one of the librarians. Basically our task was to put books back onto the right shelves. Take one of the return carts, sort it into alphabetical order by author (if fiction) or into ascending number order (if non-fiction), then roll it through the library putting the books into their rightful homes. Again, pretty boring, but very low stress.
I hope you find something that makes you feel much better about yourself.
Depending on your age, this might not be a good idea. I am getting about half of what I would have had I been able to wait until I was 65 and the amount won’t change when I reach retirement age. So if you are, say, less than 50 you may end up living on almost nothing. So, if you are younger, I second the idea of working a night shift if you can.
Above all, don’t get down on yourself! Many of us who were born with serious challenges cannot be expected to deal with life the way we think we “should”.
Job couches are good, specially if they’re comfy ones. Everybody should have a comfy couch at work (except Rons and Shredder Guys), specially if they’re into heavy lunches.
What she said. And if you would like us to toss ideas that may help, you know we looove doing that, we’re a bunch of busybodies but we’re nice ones damnit
Getting angry at yourself because you’re having a bad time when “other people have it worse!” just makes the bad time worse. That way of thinking is like a dog running after its own tail, all it does is get more and more tired and never get anywhere.
I just love it when a co-worker sends you an email asking you to do something mundane, but feels the need to copy her supervisor, your supervisor, anyone related to the issue at hand, the CEO, etc. because she knows that you are such a shitty employee that she is such a pro-active employee that she wants to inform everyone that she’s on top of things.
Yeah. Go fuck yourself. You know, if you have a problem with me, you can tell me to my face, or if it needs to go to higher ups, you have the message in your Sent Items. No need to involve Ben Fucking Bernanke when you ask me for help on a report.
I fucking hate that!!! Fortunately, the one guy at my workplace who is the worst one for doing this is outside of my department, and isn’t taken very seriously by my supervisor. The most recent development is the mass emailings that take place when an order is declared an emergency–the tiniest events that used to only involve a select few people are now broadcast to the entire company.
Sorry for responding so late, (work is beating me down). Some good suggestions. Thanks guys and gals. I’m going to talk to my job coach soon. Possibly about finding a new job… I don’t know.
workplace rant? ok. Dear customers, just because you have an entry level DSLR and a couple of consumer grade lenses and took two one hour classes at the camera store you purchased said DSLR at does not mean you are a pro-level photographer. If you were, you wouldn’t be paying me to take photos for you. This means that I will answer any questions you may have but when you start trying to give me advice on how to take a shot you have just crossed into forbidden ground. Do you know about rise, fall, tilt, or how to calculate depth of field for a given aperture at a given distance. NO. let me be quite clear about this: NO ONE teaches advanced photo math in one hour long beginner classes at a camera store. NO ONE teaches view camera technique in beginner classes for DSLR owners.
I appreciate your love of photography and the fact that you are paying me, but please, lets not complicate my job any more than necessary. Let me do my job, uninterrupted, and you will love your photos. please.
Rant for the day: Yes, jackass, I know the name of the customer on that particular job. I’ve been working on that job’s project since March. I’m very impressed that you can pronounce the name though. :rolleyes:
Yeah, I’ve been giggling a lot. I don’t feel sorry for a single one of them. Welcome to fucking reality, guys!
Friendly cow-orker didn’t say what caused it, but the company had been kept afloat by a merchandising agreement with a very big name; not only did that money run out last month, but the company’s ability to make profit in the future hinged on our project succeeding… which it quite definitely wasn’t.
Look, we work in the same place, doing the same boring thing, and, like you, I enjoy doing non-work during the times we have nothing to do but wait for the next customer to come in. For example, I might do the non-work of reading a magazine, or shopping for movies to rent, or just leaning somewhere, staring off into space and thinking about what D&D character I’m gonna write up if my rogue dies again. All fun non-works.
But please, co-worker, please, do not do anti-work. Anti-work is something that you do that actively impedes future work. One of the best examples, and the one I’d like to complain about here, is making paperclip chains.
I know it’d diverting, I know it’s fun, but when I go for a damn paperclip from the little bin, I want to pull out one friggin’ clip, use it on whatever I’m doing, and move on. I do not want to have to scrutinize the clip, figure out how to disengage it from it’s neighbors in the chain, and do so while a customer stares at me. It frustrates me, and the customer, and it’s your fault.
