Sperg about how shitty your job/employer is - or vent about your crappy day at work

[MerriedxReldnahc]

Are these people too stupid figure out how to turn on the speaker? It sounds like it.

The Labubutroon had hers on speaker if I'm remembering right, though "too stupid" is definitely still applicable. I told the full story in another thread:

I had a giant ordeal today trying to get this young woman in her early 20's maybe to make up her mind about which one to buy, she kept grilling me about if the boxed ones look like the display one while I was just trying to figure out if she was a Pooner and why there was a live rat on her shoulder. She came back to complain that the one in the box wasn't what she wanted and she wanted to exchange it for a different one. I explained that we don't do returns or exchanges, and that's not how buying Chinesium blind boxes works. She leaves without a word, I see her outside walking back and forth talking on the phone holding her Labubu.

She comes back AGAIN, and wordlessly HOLDS THE PHONE OUT TOWARDS ME. I see "Mama Bear" on the screen and hear a woman saying "Hello? ...Hello?" She/They/Ze/Whatever asks "...will you talk on the phone?" I firmly respond with "I'm not going to do that." At this point the rat is not even bothering me, in fact he's being very polite. I wish all my customers were as well-mannered as Shoulder Rat. My manager had been hovering around for this whole ordeal and thankfully she jumped in and very firmly stated that we DO NOT talk on the phone to the mothers of people upset about their Labubu and that we do NOT do returns. I could hear the mother on the phone telling her daughter basically to chill out. Girl turned around and left without a word, and thankfully that was the end of that.

The dad I dealt with yesterday did eventually *say* he was going to put it on speaker, but I'm not sure I buy that because I initially heard him say "Can I give you the phone" Either way it feels like a bizarre thing to request from a random store employee. Bonus points is that he also ended up buying a Labubu, and I had trouble trying to explain to his wife how to look at price tags. It all comes back to fucking Labubus!

 

[Deezy]

My coworkers are all pretty nice, but they are zoomers with zoomer drama and they complained to HR about our supervisor “playing favorites” or whatever until the super was put on administrative leave pending investigation. Consequentially, the duty of making our schedules has been assumed by the super’s super, and this woman does not give a single solitary shit about my availability (I have another job and school to plan around so I don’t have that much flexibility) and just assigns me whenever. I’ve appealing to her and even made her a copy of my class/work calendar to reference, but she keeps doing it anyway. I’m a little worried that she’s doing this because she’d like me to GTFO, but I can’t, so I’m just dealing with it as well as I can. Fucking pissed tho

 

[Rap Scallion]

Guess who's gone! Neither of us, but there is now an open HR case against this spectacular retard and her sheer incompetence. Other employees approached me to ask if I was having similar issues to their work process. The floodgates have opened.

She is now on a personal improvement plan and will be getting the ax in January if she does not figure her shit out. Based on patterns since her hiring, she is doing a great job kicking her own ass in that exact direction without even trying.

I am not sure of the phrasing for it. She's one of those people who "knows" something more than your expertise. Example: you say you know how to sew. She will respond by saying she owns a textile company to up her own credibility. When you and multiple others can tell at a glance that this bravado does not match her actual output.

I guess I should be grateful considering I'm in a "Luigi wins by doing absolutely nothing" situation. But dealing with the day to day and having to clean up her retarded messes despite that is infuriating.

I've known this was coming for two weeks now and thought the day would never arrive, but it's now reality. My secretary was fired today. I saw her work added to my folders and an ongoing meeting when I walked into the office. It took everything in my power to not start cheering. I am over the moon. My entire workplace is!

Anyway, back to business as usual over here. Fellow Kiwis, I hope your workplaces improve as mine has in the span of a few hours.

 

[2mm and 99 others]

Several months ago, my boomer boss needed a new computer. He did not bother asking any of the engineers who have over 10 years of experience, no, he took the advice of his ''know-it-all'' zoomer relative, who only needs a computer for instagram and whatever is the Excel of Mac, and bought a Macbook.
That means he can't run any of the professional software or at least viewers needed for the job. But he got used to the interface and doesn't want anything else.
These weeks, half of my and my colleagues' job is to open files and put them on the projector for him, measure everything, change texts in drawings and print PDFs all the time, all those interrupt my work and also I have to show up in person much more frequently. He can't measure anything himself, that makes the work much slower and less effective.

My recent quest is to come up with a subtle way to murder his Mac and make sure he doesn't replace it with an another one. Running it over repeatedly by car isn't subtle, neither is throwing it out of the window.

 

[jan e]

stupid fucking coworker quit two minutes before his shift was supposed to start, leaving only two floor staff for a day with 100~ customers. going to get two new hires soon and i’m really hoping they aren’t annoying faggots

 

[AndSothisIsChristmas]

Some stupid mixigroid child notorious for throwing books around and not being stopped pulled down an entire book cart onto himself and his coddling white mother wouldn’t let me check if he was hurt. All my coworkers (stupid old bats) just stood around gormlessly.

 

[Sneeter Rabbit]

I teach, I die. I teach again. I eat barley out of a plastic tub and Burger King Wrappys when I can't take any more barley. It's a pretty good job and I like all my coworkers. My boss is a decent guy. The kids are well behaved. One of them shat himself once.

The total ghettofication of my workplace is nearly complete. I like my job but every day I come in I get 5% more racist.

I hope that it's a compounding percentage change. You must be the most racist entity that could ever exist by now.

 

[Shitted Scaredless]

I wish my job didn't make me feel stir crazy off and on. The nature of it has it that when I'm not serving customers, I'm just hanging out alone in a metal box staring into space and tending to the grill off and on for about six hours or so a day. It's not major and I can deal with it overall, but it's not pleasant either.

 

[Deezy]

Several months ago, my boomer boss needed a new computer. He did not bother asking any of the engineers who have over 10 years of experience, no, he took the advice of his ''know-it-all'' zoomer relative, who only needs a computer for instagram and whatever is the Excel of Mac, and bought a Macbook.
That means he can't run any of the professional software or at least viewers needed for the job. But he got used to the interface and doesn't want anything else.
These weeks, half of my and my colleagues' job is to open files and put them on the projector for him, measure everything, change texts in drawings and print PDFs all the time, all those interrupt my work and also I have to show up in person much more frequently. He can't measure anything himself, that makes the work much slower and less effective.

My recent quest is to come up with a subtle way to murder his Mac and make sure he doesn't replace it with an another one. Running it over repeatedly by car isn't subtle, neither is throwing it out of the window.

super glue in the USB-C ports. all of the ports

 

[2mm and 99 others]

super glue in the USB-C ports. all of the ports

Speaking about the ports...

''Anybody here has an USB-C mouse to borrow? My little mousey has empty battery!''

 

[Edna Turnblad]

My asshole of a coworker who had a day off today came to "bring some papers" in the afternoon. The cow was drunk. I mean so fucking drunk that she smelled hard liquor, talked some slurred shit, scared the kids out of their minds and finally left. Our boss was informed and now I cross my fingers and toes that the stupid asswipe gets fired.

I was about to turn into Art the Clown the minute that drunk idiot turned up.

 

[Daddy's Little Kitten]

People are retarded.

 

[Abella]

I got griped at because someone on my floor with CHF died and I’m just like that’s part of the job. I’m not going to cry because of it especially since I’m more concerned about students coming in and being retarded.

 

[Deezy]

I spend all evening reordering respiratory panels because retarded nurses can’t figure out how to check the test menu for specimen requirements before sending their swabs down to the lab.

I’m also a retarded nursing student, though, so I guess the circle of stupidity is complete.

 

[chalkyresidue]

This might not be the best thread for this but I'd like some opinions:

Have you ever left a job over bad juju?

Work situation is shitty; small independent retail, slowly going out of business, owner having nervous breakdown taking turns lashing out and threatening to fire everyone. Whatever, I'm in college, I can use the unemployment. Two nights ago, floor manager kills himself. Floor manager hated, hated, hated the owner, to the point where we all wondered why he stuck around. Come to find out he was hiding a bad injury that would have hampered him starting over fresh in the kind of work he preferred, and the chronic pain and angst of it all put him in a darker place than any of us ever suspected. Really sad. He was cool to the rest of us, and we all appreciated him.
But now, I can't help but think it's a little funny how the last (totally false) thing the owner said to set him off, "I don't need you and [Part Timer] on Saturdays; I can run the place all by myself with my wife!" happened to come true today, as Part Timer called out with a sudden and hellacious fever... which started two nights ago, at roughly the time floor manager died. I'm not addled enough to jump to conclusions, yet. But I don't feel very good about someone taking their life with that kind of intense, focused hatred in their heart. If he had the power to revenge himself from the grave dude would do it, no question.

So long story short, I think I'm two more hinky coincidences away from scrapping the unemployment plan and booking it. Am I nuts?

 

[ruckingfetard]

I have a main job that is pretty nice office clerk work that keeps me stable. But I took on a seasonal retail job for some extra christmas money, and I have to wonder if it was an act of self harm at this point.
Customers are pieces of shit, nothing new there. But I am really disturbed by how much male customers say flirtatious and outright gross and inappropriate things to me, and how my coworkers (women in my age range late 20s to 30s) laugh about it and expect me to go along with it. I get customer service is about kissing up and being friendly, but men are not entitled to making sexual remarks! Even if it's just a "joke", it's crazy inappropriate. Like my entire face will drop when it happens because I can't help it I'm not good at hiding my embarrassment or disgust, and my coworkers will laugh and egg the men on. And I see them laugh about it when it happens to them, too, but that shouldn't be the expectation.
And of course there are many times when I won't smile and go along with it, I'll tell them I am uncomfortable, and they will ask to talk to my manager because I am being "rude". I have once stayed there while they talked to my manager, just to say right in front of them "tell her what you told me " Only to see them get flustered and pissy about it. All they ever have is "she's rude" "she has poor customer service"
Nigga, TELL THEM WHAT REALLY HAPPENED.

I have never been fired for this, or even reprimanded. Managers know I don't fuck with that shit, and don't bother with it. But ngl it does ruin my day when shit like this happens.

 

[Shitted Scaredless]

Ice maker tried to kill me today, the metal door hatch slammed closed on my head. And while it's light weight and thin, it still picks up speed fast. My vision went black for a second when it hit, but I haven't had any headaches or nausea, or any typical concussion signs. Im still not so sure, though.

 

[Flaming_Barghast]

This might not be the best thread for this but I'd like some opinions:

Have you ever left a job over bad juju?

Work situation is shitty; small independent retail, slowly going out of business, owner having nervous breakdown taking turns lashing out and threatening to fire everyone. Whatever, I'm in college, I can use the unemployment. Two nights ago, floor manager kills himself. Floor manager hated, hated, hated the owner, to the point where we all wondered why he stuck around. Come to find out he was hiding a bad injury that would have hampered him starting over fresh in the kind of work he preferred, and the chronic pain and angst of it all put him in a darker place than any of us ever suspected. Really sad. He was cool to the rest of us, and we all appreciated him.
But now, I can't help but think it's a little funny how the last (totally false) thing the owner said to set him off, "I don't need you and [Part Timer] on Saturdays; I can run the place all by myself with my wife!" happened to come true today, as Part Timer called out with a sudden and hellacious fever... which started two nights ago, at roughly the time floor manager died. I'm not addled enough to jump to conclusions, yet. But I don't feel very good about someone taking their life with that kind of intense, focused hatred in their heart. If he had the power to revenge himself from the grave dude would do it, no question.

So long story short, I think I'm two more hinky coincidences away from scrapping the unemployment plan and booking it. Am I nuts?

Definitely leave, there's a reason people don't stick around on job sites with deaths.

Ice maker tried to kill me today, the metal door hatch slammed closed on my head. And while it's light weight and thin, it still picks up speed fast. My vision went black for a second when it hit, but I haven't had any headaches or nausea, or any typical concussion signs. Im still not so sure, though.

Are your pupils different sizes? Any weird slurred speech? You can have a closed concussion, where the skull doesn't fracture but the brain gets torn up from the fold being torn or the brain getting bruised. Make sure you're also not strangely exhausted after it happened. If you want to go to sleep, you might not wake up.

 

[Shitted Scaredless]

I can't quote you but no, none of those things. I'm 99.9% sure I'm fine, if I was on my feet all day doing back and fourth work without so much as getting dizzy. If I have any form of concussion, its likely pretty mild. I'll just take it easy for now

 

[UncleTusky]

Ice maker tried to kill me today, the metal door hatch slammed closed on my head. And while it's light weight and thin, it still picks up speed fast. My vision went black for a second when it hit, but I haven't had any headaches or nausea, or any typical concussion signs. Im still not so sure, though.

You don't want to mess around with a potential head injury - if your work has an on-site nurse/doctor go there, if it doesn't get checked out when your shift ends.