I Hate My Job

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  1. Robert Louis says:

    I know a few of you all hate your job. I’m here to help you make money by doing virtually nothing. I’ll leave my phone number. 314-252-2326
    Let’s become business partners.

  2. Jeremy Castillo says:

    Sorry this is pretty much just me venting, actually I am venting from my work desk now. To be completely honest I don’t necessarily hate my job, but I do not love it either. I started working when I was 16, and kept trading one job for another. Started working as a “assistant chef,” don’t ask me how I got the job I don’t freaking know. Started from a small Filipino Chinese restaurant. The job sucked. In fact let me tell you a story– during a Manny Pacquio fight I was the only chef working during that night, so I was getting paid 8.25 to basically do what the freaking big boy chefs are paid 16 an hour for… From that night alone I managed to get my finger cut, and a few burn marks on my arm–that I still have til this day. 5 months into it I decided that I wanted more than the “fastfood life,” so I faked to my boss that I was going to join the Navy (another story I was really in DEP–delayed entry program, for the Navy but got kicked out cause I went to jail) but yeah I told him that I was going to the NAVY and straight up just quit one day. LOL– I picked up another job after a week since I was getting bored of just going to school. I started working at GODFORSAKEN GameStop. OH my FREAKING GOODNESS I hate, DESPISE, LOATHE, Gamestop with a passion… Me being the only employee with a brain there–I dressed appropriate as always, but surrounded with a bunch of people who smoke all day and play videogames…There is this one time I recall where a dude came in, scratched his butt–and I am pretty sure stuck his finger up there, and straight up smelt that finger! ~_~ GAG, okay During my time at gamestop I still wanted to move up, this was when I was 18 just about to turn 19. I picked up a second job while working at game stop at Armani Exchange -.- another fucking terrible company to work for, although everyone I worked with was stunning–so that makes me not that bad looking? LOL I hope -.- but yeah I got all the expensive ass suits for free , free clothes, but management is fucking terrible. One thing I’ve learned working and seeing who’s in management is you really do not need a brain to be in management, but you do need big lips… why big lips you ask? Big lips to suck the balls and ass of the higherups -.- that’s why! Not even Kidding. Okay so I left Armani, and funny thing is I never quit GameStop–they still have me on the roster TIL THIS DAY lol calling me to work black fridays, get the fuck out of here with that HAHA, but yeah I quit Armani worked for LuckyBrand for a little bit as a sales lead for two locations, again sucked my dick, in a bad way -.- I left in like 4 months. Wow now that I think about it I had a lot of jobs lol, but yeah after that I took a sabbatical for a little bit not working just going to school. And it was chill for a while but I got lazy and I wanted to do something so I worked at this place–a photography gig, and I puffed it up as much as I could telling friends and family I was a professional “photographer” but not I fucking held a sign that said take pictures here, worked a cheap fucking 5 dollar camera and said CHEESE thank you for taking photos with us, take a look at your faces downstairs for $29.99… But yeah I don’t even want to go into details about my work at the photo place just know it was crazy, ask for my email maybe i’d be able to tell you what happened from people wanting to take pictures of their tits, dicks, from asian ladys fucking slapping me saying “too expensive” tough life man… but the one thing I HATE MOST ABOUT THIS JOB was this fucking in-experienced SOM’ BITCH that got promoted right before I got the job. It’s like she had a power trip or something… Big ass buck teeth her last name was Garbaj and everyone always called her Garbage -.- Long story short I got laid off from that job, which was perfect since I was planning to quit anyways! I got unemployment, sad thing is I was getting the same amount basically, about 200 a week… lol Just spent it on girls and food. After that I took on a job as a computer consultant for some firm, I bull crapped my way into the position and now I hate it again… Management here sucks–if they make a mistake its an “opps it wasnt my fault,” but if you make a mistake best believe you are going to get a full report about it -.- It’s complete bull crap, everyone has their own little clicks here and it sucks, I managed to make friends with mostly everyone here however I know everyone here is fake. They are just waiting until you mess up and then BOOM strike so they can move up in the ranks… fucking terrible. I think I’m done basically… Lets see where life leads me guys, hopefully I can finally graduate and find a legitimate career…

  3. Lauren says:

    Ah, where to start on the shit storm I call a career? First off, I like to think of myself as a positive person. I enjoy lifting others up and do my best to see the good in everything. The place I call work has completely sucked the life out of me. Instead of coworkers, I hate an office with dementors…each one competing for the chance to suck what little is left of my soul out of my body. My boss’ sister in law works here and is my age..early 20s. Instead of bonding over similar interests: Pintrest, food, ect…she has made her personal missions to micromanage me. I don’t even work in her department! She is like that groundskeeper form Harry Potter with the cat. I suppose her cat would be the other girl who works in her department. She rants and raves constantly, and I have to say I have learned a couple new cuss words from her. Altogether, I wish I was at Hogwarts because then I could cast a spell on these motherfuckers instead of having to hear them talk about the dumbest shit know to mankind. I know you have a half black and Half white kid…the little shit is framed on your desk. However, I wasn’t interested in knowing how your racist grandparents have made her dislike half of her own heritage. I don’t even think it’s funny that she points out the flaws of black culture in Walmart…despite her being black. All I can think of is that this poor kid is going to be really fucked up in the head. Once again, the dementors have ruined my mind and day.

  4. Some Guy says:

    I am 55, no collage. I make over 6 figures as a software engineer. Self taught, for close to 30 years. I am the luckiest SOB in the world right?
    It is just a matter of time until a 22 year old girl in HR picks my name out of a hat for a corporate restructuring. I will then be replaced by a kid from India who will get paid dirt.
    At that time my career/life will be over.

  5. cbea says:

    I hate my job,

    I started working here in 1997 after obtaining an engineering degree and a masters degree. Initially the problem was that I was being severely underpaid but at least I had an office. Then I got a chance to work from home. I then took an out of state assignment and when that was through the organization asked me to work in Colorado. This is where I began to hate my job. I share a cubicle with 3 other people – after 17 years of working with the same freaking company. I was supposed to get two work from home days but my supervisor graciously “Forgot” about it once I moved here. He tries to ask the other people in my cube where I am when I’m at lunch and when I told him that I was changing my times to 5:30 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. the fatch b!tch tried to bring his fat azz to work at 5:52 a.m. and he then tells another co-worker that he thought he was going to be the only one there at that time and although I told his dumb azz that I was going to be there at that time, he admitted that he didn’t believe me. I can’t stand the talkative people in my cube. One always butts in on my conversations, the other is super negative and the last one, I like her but I can’t stand it when she slurps her coffee in the morning, get some manners. I’ve been looking for another job, especially after my supervisor told me that the only promotion that I could get was his job and the only other thing that he can offer me is a lateral position where I would be seen more within the company. Big fat azzz

  6. Jason says:

    my job sucks. i work for a city’s department of public works. thats where idiots go when they cant work in the ‘real world’. there is little cooperation. if you need assistance or technical information from someone, its like pulling teeth, as if they dont want to share anything. WE WORK FOR THE SAME EMPLOYER! i dont get it. its not the worst place, but i miss private industry. the ONLY benefit worth staying for is that you arent overworked to death. its rare that i work more than 40 hours a week, so i can have time in the day for my dinner and hobbies. but it just seems like there is tension and animosity when dealing with people there, except for maybe one or two people.

  7. Justagirl says:

    I HATE my job. When I first started, it wasn’t so bad. I only worked 15-20 hours a week. I now work around 34 hours per week, on average. I work at a gas station/pizza place in a small town. There are very few jobs here, and I am stuck. Also, we are the main store in town, and are VERY busy.

    I work by myself more than not, and am responsible for stocking the cooler, bagging ice, changing the outside trash, and cooking. It is difficult and stressful to the extreme trying to keep up with everything.

    Breaks.. there are NONE. Vacation time.. NONE. Basically, unless you work 35+ hours per week, you will never get vacation, ever. Well, they love to schedule me 34.75, it happens ALL the time. Only management gets vacation, to hell with the peons like myself that bust our asses!

    I mainly work 9 hour shifts, with no break. I’ve reached a point to where I am ready to cry at the thought of work, and am getting very depressed over having to stay at this job. Sometimes I can’t even go to the bathroom, or have 5 minutes to myself to eat or have a smoke. Ridiculous and completely disgusting, I must say.

    They expect more and more from us, when we can barely keep up with the work load we have now, for the same pay of course. We are given 30 lousy minutes to have everything done after the kitchen closes. If someone orders food right when the kitchen closes, we are expected to make it.

    Profits are put before people, and family emergencies. If your spouse has a heart attack, or gets hit by a car and has 1 hour to live, yet there is no one to rush in and cover your shift, tough shit to you! The kitchen must remain open at all costs. They do not care.

    I’m considering looking for another job in another town, wherever that may be, but my car has a lot of miles on it and gas is expensive, but I’m to the point where my mental health is at stake, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it here. I have decent co-workers that are nice small town folk, but it’s just not enough. This company is greedy, and only cares about profit.

    I’m sure I’ve left a lot out, but I’m just too exhausted to think straight anymore.

    • Jason says:

      hey – you sound like you might be a young adult. when i was, i went through the same thing at a hotel/restaurant. im not saying to just “suck it up”, but instead, that its temporary. eventually, you will move on to a better opportunity that presents itself. in the meantime, you are legally allowed to work a break. can u speak to your boss about that, and remind him of that little fact? they can work it so that there is more teamwork so that if someone is taking a break, the place doesnt fall apart…..good luck, hang in there.

    • Sarah says:

      I’m sorry :( no person should have to go through all that shit. We’re God’s highest form of creation! We deserve to LIVE! What is your dream job?

  8. tsa not okay says:

    I know this is a story everyone has heard. I graduated college in 2008 with a degree in Public Relations/Journalism. I was hired as a sales assistant at a radio broadcast group. I thought it would be awesome. It was – until I got laid off 6 months later.

    Fast forward 4 years later, I am still unemployed (working temp jobs) and getting pretty unhappy about not having a FT job with benefits. Enter – USAJobs, so I see the TSA is hiring for the airport close to me. I think of how awful TSA is, I think about the fact I need a job – I apply. So I get hired and the TSA recruiters fill my head with all the awesome things that will happen as a TSA employee (benefits! vacation! good pay!). Unfortunately, all of these “good” things do not outweigh the completely HORRID ways in which you are treated as a TSO.

    Not only do I have to do stupid things all day long (pat down people, take away water bottles, bark orders as if people are listening to me), but I also have to deal with management and believe me government management is the WORST. TSA is full of a bunch of idiots who only got to management positions because they’re butt kissers and assholes. They all know they’re getting paid WAY too much money (on the tax payer’s dime) for what they do (which is basically a whole lot of nothing). Most people don’t realize the incredibly un-balanced way in which TSA is organized. Here is the breakdown:

    TSO (the one you see rummaging through your bag)
    LTSO (A “lead” position, completely unneeded)
    STSO (typically 1-5 of these on a checkpoint, overpaid assholes who report to managers)
    Managers (They do nothing except discipline TSOs who do things they believe to be “bad”)
    Assistant Federal Security Directors (these people are who the managers report to)
    Federal Security Director (the head honcho of an airport)

    Do you see what I’m getting at here? The awful life of my everyday work is going in having to succumb to FIVE BOSSES (actually more considering there are numerous of each). TSA is one heaving pile of crap at every airport you’ve ever been in and I guarantee you all the TSOs are miserable in way or another. They’re just as miserable as you going through security.

    I get told when to take my breaks. I get told I have to report to my supervisor to use the restroom. I get told to really, really stupid things that make no logical sense. And you know what? It is not worth all the government benefits in the world. Nor is it worth the vacation time or the pay.

    STAY AWAY FROM TSA. I BEG ALL OF YOU OUT THERE LOOKING FOR EMPLOYMENT. IT IS NOT YOUR ANSWER. IF YOU HAVE ANY BRAIN CELLS AT ALL YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF IN MY POSITION. STUCK. UNHAPPY. STRESSED. And worst of all… you will feel worthless in an organization that recognizes you just as that…. WORTHLESS.

    • Sarah says:

      Wow! I always have tried to be nice to those people, but now I understand why most of them are always really grumpy. I’ll be even nicer in the future.
      What is your dream job?

  9. chris says:

    Ok, my story is quite long. I have a background in the police, army and I also have a university degree, but after discharging from the police due to – well, it ain’t everyone’s cup of tea, plus I got badly injured and thought it wasn’t worth my health and safety – I found myself struggling to find a job. I probably should mention that I hate retail and customer service with a passion. I have years of customer service experience – I worked various jobs whilst at university and afterward before I joined the army. After two months’ of unemployment, in sheer desperation, I applied at a petrol station and got the job. I specifically asked for night shift in case I got offered an interview for a better job during the day, I had all my days free. also, there’s (marginally) better pay at night. But I loathe my job. A lot of the customers are nice but that fake smile and cheery “Hi, how’re you going” 300 times a in a shift begins to grate on me. And of course there’s the occasional abusive person, like one I encountered last night where I effectively ended up telling a rude customer to take his attitude elsewhere next time, and copped a barrage of abuse and name-calling from him, in front of another customer, who was equally as appalled as I was. I don’t get paid enough to put up with that. At least as a police officer, when I got verbally abused, at least I was paid reasonably well and the job was semi-interesting. Here, I’m on minimum wage (I was earning more per hour stocking shelves at a supermarket years ago) and the job is mind-numbing, not to mention stressful when I’m on my own at night, being a small woman who wouldn’t weigh 50 kilos soaking wet. It’s not worth it for me. I was getting $15,000 more per year as a cop, so this drastic reduction in pay is hard to take, especially as I still have the same debts. I’m paying my mortgage on my own which is a struggle on a cashier’s wage, let me tell you. I’ve just built the house and have moved in but can’t afford to paint the walls or put in a garden or anything yet. I even had to borrow money from mum to pay the removalists and storage company where I’d kept my furniture. But no one else will hire me and I don’t understand why. Even to stock shelves or work in a factory putting stickers on legs of ham, you need to do online aptitude tests. I was obviously found unsuitable for every aptitude test I did, and never even made it to the interview stage in any job except this one I’m in. And then the real kick in the guts came a month or so ago. A friend who is a prison guard in a privately run prison in town (and earns very good money, even better than what I was getting as a cop) recommended me to his boss when he found out the prison was recruiting. But in order for my application to be considered, applicants had to attend an information session. Both information sessions were scheduled on nights when I was working at the service station. And being a very new employee still in training at the time, I did not have the luxury of being able to ask for a night off, or to swap shifts. So in other words, in accepting this job that I didn’t even want, I excluded myself from applying for a job that I really wanted. Arghhh!! I can’t win! My university degree was basically a waste of time and money, it was an arts and psychology degree – I’m not eligible to register as a psychologist and there’s nothing I can really do with my degree, and I don’t really have any other qualifications and skills, apart from my time in the army, which is not as highly regarded as I’d hoped it would be in the job market. So I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. I hate my job and being on minimum wage, but there’s nothing I can do about it until something better comes along, and God knows when that’s going to be. I suppose I could re-enlist in the army, but I’m not a youngster anymore and don’t think I could handle all the moving around as well as I used to. I’m trying to get a job in mining, even though I know that the mining industry here in Australia is winding down. I’ve spent thousands of dollars – practically all of my savings – to do various courses and training in plant and machinery operation and other relevant mining courses, but have found that if you don’t have mine site experience, you will be hard pressed to find a job up there. But I’m holding out hope. Stranger things have happened. Goodness knows I need a break. I’m 30 years old for goodness’ sake, have experience up my sleeve, an army background and am willing to try anything but can’t even get an interview for a decent job. I can’t survive on minimum wage for much longer, not with my mortgage, car payments and all the rest of it. Sorry for the rant, I just feel so incredibly frustrated and feel like crying sometimes in despair, but there’s no use crying over spilled milk, as the saying goes. Just needed to vent my frustration.

    • Jason says:

      woah – retail? i truly feel for you. stay strong – something will come along. but maybe someone can give you better advice about dealing with customers. i can NEVER EVER do that job because i have little patience for jerks. is it possible your job search strategy needs to be tweaked? do you have a good resume? are your cover letters well written? please visit a counseling center at a local college, or at a job center – im sure with your status as a vet they will be eager to help you out. but re-consider your approach to submitting for jobs. it might simply be a few things that need to be adjusted!

  10. slave in retail says:

    I have been working at the same store for 4 years now and I use to love going to work. But ever since I got a new store manager my job is literally hell. She is completly unstatable. What kind of 40 yesr old takes perscripsion drugs at work and thinks no one will notice. She has to be always right, never wrong. For a year she fought me on how to process payroll and then when she was training a new manager she said that my way is the most accurate. As well as complain about you to the district manager snd never approach you with the issue. But worst of all is she is passive aggressive so she will just be hostile about the problem she has you will hear it from an associate. I work in a pre-school for adults. Fun.