you all get to be subjected to my rants because my family is sick of listening
agh. i hate jobs. the stupid frozen custard factory cancelled me thursday because it was raining, and now someone called to say that i don't have to come in at 6:15 but could i call at 7:30 to see if they needed the help. sure, why the hell not. it's not like i have a life (okay, three months ago that would've been true- but not now! i have three graduation parties and shakespeare in the park!). and then, if i do get called in, i'll be standing around for almost four hours doing all the grunt work and get paid minimum. agh. and i won't be able to work for the next week because i have ballet rehearsals for my upcoming recital (if you want to come to dress rehearsal, lemme know) which is annoying because right now ballet is the only thing that keeps me sane and i'm pretty sure this job is driving me insane even though i've already worked one shift. and, according to my mom, i can't quit until i find another job. any suggestions? other than burning the frozen custard factory down?
posted by puc @ 6:43 PM
51 Comments:
i really dont see anything wrong with burning the factory down... 1. wouldnt you love to watch a building burn? i mean when was the last time you saw one?
2. youd get to play with either
a. something explosive
b. something flammable
c. matches or lighters or
d. all of the above
i guess there might be downsides though. im not sure if you get louder or quieter when you get pissed. i get quieter, and i usually have to get away from everybody or have somebody to listen to what i got to say, which usually turns out to be no one.
one of my dads favorite things to say is "if i act enthusiastic, i will be enthusiastic." i try to take it to heart, but 99% of the time it starts clogging my arteries. that is all
I wouldn't be human without suggesting that you should work at Ace. Then you could join in the mulch and wheel barrow fun.
Actually all the girls at ace mainly do register duty, but it still is a good time, especially when you're the only sober person on the floor (but strangely the other ace guys still do a better job than me, even while partially intoxicated)
Good gawd, quite complaining, suck it up and do your shit. The world does not revolve around you ya know. And christ it doesn't even seem that fucking bad. Oh noes I have to work instead of seeing friends. Sacrafice is part of life, get the hell used to it. When you punch a person you aim for the back of their head, not their nose, you will hit much much harder. Your aiming for the wrong thing, punch(metaphoriclly) through the bullshit job with your chin up and feet planted. The manager their is a freaking manager of a custard store, do not let him stand in your way cause if you hit hard and flesh out your potential your going to own his business in 10 years(hypotheticly of course).
Honestly if you really wanted to do something about it you already would have, so instead of writing about how shitty your life is, write about how you gave 110% and made some little kid smile because you told him he was cool and then you save a cat from a tree and are now the neighborhood hero.
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NOTE(and please dear god read this before commenting):
The views expressed above while partially my own do not refelect what I really think, but fuck, someone had to say it, because it's going to make anyone who reads it think. And honestly I could give a fuck what you think about it. Just take it for what it's worth. And please for the love of god do not one person call me a hypocrite because I have not always followed these ideals cause I already explained my involvment.
/dons flame suit and riot sheild
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yeah, okay jeff. i get your point. i am a white upper-middle class private-schooled girl who is bitching about how her summer job to help pay for her $40,000 a year college isn't panning out the way she expected. i'm pathetic. but personally, i do like mr. kyle's response better (i'm partial to kerosene and flame-thrower). i'll shut up now.
missy i'll back you on this one.. b/c i too am stupid and work with ice cream and food and i understand that after awhile it's insane and you try to understand why people want ice cream all the time.. and then you realize that one hour of your time there doesn't matter b/c of taxes and i've always had the theory that the worst hour of work is the one that the money is taken out for taxes... its an evil plan i just know it
steph, i could totally agree with you...working with anything cold sucks monkey dick...and i would say that snow cones are worse because they are sticky as hell however, ice cream would just make me think of ungodly manly bodly fluids for my whole shift...so i'm goin say you guys got it worse...but then again...all summer jobs seem to suck the sunshine out of the loveliness that is this particular season so i think that we should all complain an obscene amount if for no other reason than to arouse some rude comment out of the character known as jeff...
Jeff, you apologize to Shakespeare RIGHT NOW for comparing him to an episode of "Friends." Really, that's unacceptable.
oh shoot! i never knew that we weren't supposed to leave comments on what we think, but on what we SHOULD think... and my views, even though my own, arent supposed to reflect what i should think either????!!! oh dear, where have i been for the last 18 years?....
oh yeah, Globe :)
"I do like mr. kyle's response better (i'm partial to kerosene and flame-thrower)"
If you don't have the balls to suck it up and stop compmlaining, then there is no way you have the balls to burn down a building. I hope you are not trying to sound macho or pathetic, because to me(which frankly matters most) you just sound weak and lame.
As for temperature, don't people usually like cold during the summer?? I work a good portion of my day getting things out of a 36 degree walk in color with no jacket and usually my sleves rolled up but I don't seem to complain.
As far as sticky goes, why don't you either A) where gloves, or B)Wash your fucking hands. Your not 5 anymore, your mom isn't going to wash your sticky hands.
Try rotating 100 bags of grapes followed by 200 pinapples. The pinapples stick your hands in a million differnt places at once that are two skinny for the blood to get out, but the grapes juice always finds away in. The burn just makes it that much more fun.
And what job do you have that you only pay one hour of taxes??? taxes for me is like 30 bucks a week, and I sure as hell am not making 30 bucks a hour.
As for anonymous. I have no idea what you are talking about.
oh, i'm soooooo sorry jeff. of course you have it worse. you always do. i can't believe for one moment i even thought about ranting. of course i'm wrong. of course you're right. i don't have balls. i'm sorry. i am weak and pathetic. geee, i guess i'll just go back to my job that i am unworthy of. and i think we could all learn a lesson here from jeff. the lesson is to never complain. thank you jeff, seriously, from the bottom of my cold and empty heart...
ok, everyone who has asked me to explain what it is about jeff that is offensive, kindly read the above statements and maybe then we can re-approach the topic. you know who you are (jax...)
oh geez... ms. missy, i didnt know we were supposed to spell it out when are not seriously considering any type of arson...
and dont you feel special when you are quoted by someone else?...
yeah, i think i may be converted. although i think he's just goading us now.
okay mr. kyle, i think i got the rules straight now. always write what you should think and use no sarcasm. okay, so everyone be an uptight jerk like jeff...
and being quoted is quite special. i feel like i'm being used as a source in a research paper. did you mla format me, jeff? because i don't think ya did
i love going to work. sure people are assholes and standing for ten hours gets painful...but hey i work with hot hardware boys, i just goof off all the time and play around and get paid to do it, um mike, i can take off three months and come back at the end of three months as if i was never gone, the other cashiers are great, the hot hardwre boys are hot, and um mike. therefore eveyrone should get a job at a store like truevalue. its a hardware store, but not an actual one. nobody really knows what they are tlaking about...well some people do. but i dont, i just pretend to. really i think all the cashiers are good for is to be eyecandy...and not only for the old men who come in and hit on us but the young hot ones as well. my job is amazing. i think im more upset about college cause i have to leave my job than i am about leaving my friends.
jeff, i would like to address your: "As far as sticky goes, why don't you either A) where gloves, or B)Wash your fucking hands. Your not 5 anymore, your mom isn't going to wash your sticky hands" comment...i'm dreadfully sorry to be the one to inform of you this but i was in the snow cone business...now in this particular line of work you have about 12.347 seconds to make each snow cone perfectly...due to the magnitude and attention spans of the clientele to which you serve...any longer time spent on a single snow cone and disastor could hit...(for those of you that don't know 5 year olds are very indecisive first its cherry then grape then watermelon and it usually turns out to be rainbow) a change of flavors, the imperfect melting of the ice, the impatience of the parent, the melting of my brain in the hot trailer, etc...another thing...i work in a trailer...a muggy hot little trailer...approximate size would be 6ft by 16ft....not very big...contents include wall to wall shelving on both sides, 3 full size coolers, an ice machine, a money box, a rack of potato chips, 6 huge boxes of extra cups, spoons, and napkins, and about 70 jugs of extra syrup....that leaves very little room for walking, existing, much less a sink...the nearest sink is a short walk down the bike trail to an outhouse like facility with no paper towels no soap and questionable everything else...seeing as i work there by myself it makes it difficult to catch a break to go wash my hands therefore they usually remain sticky till the end of my 6 hour shift...after this length of time my hands are stained red and purple and orange along with my clothes and shoes and legs and face and everything else cause of the sticky madness and the only thing that gets any of this off is toothpaste...thus you can give up any form of life after work until a shower is had...
but its tax free moulah and all the free snow cones you can eat...plus the artistic license of coming up with new flavors...so i wouldn't trade it for anything...
I would like to sum up all the comments for anyone who doesn't feel like reading them:
1. Work SUCKS!
2. Jeff is a jerk.
I would also like to share my support for both of these lessons learned. In general, I would also like to point out that the food business especially sucks because people are very sensitive about their meals (whether it be snow cone, ice cream, or seving old people). Wait, no, all work sucks. I maintain lesson #1 learned.
hey, not all work is that bad..., i got paid 90 bucks to housesit... i got to stay there, BY MYSELF, everynight. and i could help myself to their food, tv, computer, music, movies, piano, couch, front porch swing, etc...
it was like i was getting paid to be happy.
Ok I totally prefer the term asshole to jerk. I mean if you guys only think I am a jerk then I really haven't been doing a good job. And honestly I think you guys have more to say. I have a bet on how many comments(other than mine i suppose) this thread will get up to. Actaully I suppose it's not really a thread, but you get the point.
Great sticky stories, I liked reading them. I am suprised we haven't gotten any masterbating stories yet, because those can be...well I won't go there.
I do where gloves when I do pinapple. It really doesnt help, they stab through shirts, approns, chain mail, and probably admantium although I haven't been able to locate any of that. Same with the artichokes. I tried juggling those once, not possible at all.
And I can't wear gloves while doing grapes, because we have to seal the bags and it is a pain in the ass doing it without gloves is slow and not efficent at all.
Sure little kids can be impatient, but that is no where near the level of anyonace of an adult in a hurry. Some people just need to calm the fuck down.
I don't mean to offend everyone, but grocery stores do more business(in terms of volume) than hardware stores for snow cone trailers. Our daily trucks average about 17,000 pounds of food which we easily sell in a day. The Dierbergs I work at is the bussiest of all the Dierbergs across the World(ok so they are only in missouri and Illinois).
Post-its, excellent little sarcastic paragraph there. It was pretty predictable though, and I got bored half way through. I would say it is completely useless, but I already mentioned my comment goal so I'd be lying if I did.
Kylester, I have decided I don't like you. I mean I really have nothing against you, and your probably a nice guy. But I am feeling adventours and my Hendrick Motorsport racers did amazingly well at Pocono today so you just got placed on my list of people I wouldn't call 911 for if I ran over them with a truck. And you damn well better be proud of that honor.
"although i think he's just goading us now." -dc.
Well either you don't read or you can't, or your just trying to sound smart, but I am pretty sure I mentioned this at least once before. You don't have to merely think. You can be 100% sure that goading is one of my number one priorites. And it's working like a mother fucking charm. Oh and feel special that I quoted you, because trust me that is better than any cookie you will ever get for doing something good. Run along and keep on thinking, no really it's good for you.
" ok, everyone who has asked me to explain what it is about jeff that is offensive, kindly read the above statements " -too much punctuation girl
Now that is just funny. Cake actually knows I am an asshole(remember not jerk, asshole), but the fact that people would doubt her? Come on, guys and gals. Listen to the woman, she knows what she is fucking talking about. It is quite obvious I have been nothing but offensive. Oh and because this section was too nice to one person Ill just have to say, Your avatar sucks.(post its, dc, and Phantom are ok, the rest suck, ah and fleaboy is cool)
all of you have good points about why your job sucks. i, however, have had basically all of these things in one job. being a camp counselor involves plenty of sticky (both literally and figuratively) situations with little time to clean up afterwards (e.g. dealing with horses/first aid/venemous animals of various sorts). there are children, which come with their own ball of problems, and there are also parents. now, jeff, you may think that adults get upset about their food. but you should see them get upset about their children.
also, i would like to say again that quoting people as you do is mighty annoying.
at the same time, being a camp counselor was very probably the most fun job i will ever have and i miss it. a lot.
"also, i would like to say again that quoting people as you do is mighty annoying. " -c ilc
Ok you clearly asked for it. And oh by the way I think your opinon is crap, but oh I suppose you could argue that so is mine and you can think what you want.
As for parents being more worried about their kids then their food, well I sure the hell would hope so.
As for working in camp, HAHA you have to deal with horseshit. But honestly, I am glad you are enjoying it. I enjoy going to work at my job, and for the same reason, the people are awesome. Well most of them are anyway. Man is a social creature. Want to know the greatest way to kill a baby. Give it all the nurishment it needs, but never hold it, never love it, and it will die no matter what you die. It has been scientifically proven that human interaction is necceasry for survival. Think about that next time you shun someone from your group. And that is also why sex is so awesome. I mean it is neccesarily needed to live a healthy life. No wonder priests are so bitter and boring all the time.
just wondering why you love so much attention... and believe me, it seems you have been going pretty heavy with this lady for quite a while.
wondering also why it took you so long to figure out you didnt like me.i could think really high of myself and determine its because of my insights that maybe hit too close to the point, but then i might be compared to one who doesnt like to call 911.
one thing that i think i must get from my mother. problems with spelling. not mine, though i do fudge up once in a while, but others, especially when it happens quite often...
sacrifice. metaphorically,hypothetically, shield, surprised. adventurous...
and of course spelling makes up 99% of a persons personality.
since when did the F-bomb become and adverb and an adjective? i find it really hard to take someone serious when they start cussing. i can handle one or two, but anymore and its overkill.
congrats on your way to making the world pissed. sorry you didnt get me...
Jeff is a butthead.
Jeff is a cream-faced loon.
I hate Jeff.
I bet Jeff has a small one.
Jeff eats cow nipples for dessert.
Jeff is poo on a stick.
Jeff is a loooooser.
Jeff is a momma's boy.
Jeff watches Teletubbies.
This is for you, Jeff:
Is there a gibberish translator in the house? I can't make head nor nail of that uber-babble you flung onto the screen during your latest spasmodic seizure. Rumor has it that you are almost incomprehensible in person (as revealed by your desperate urge to babble nonsensically on message boards.) No doubt, this rumor is true.
You would be out of your depth in a parking lot puddle. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself on the Internet. Anyway, who was talking to you or even taking you under consideration? As Robert Wilensky said: "We've all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually reproduce the entire works of Shakespeare. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true."
You are about as entertaining as a child's inflatable punching toy. You bop it, it springs back, you bop it again and you forget it ever existed. It slowly deflates in an unused corner, then one day you throw it away. If I had wanted to talk to somebody with your personality, I would be at the damn pet store talking to the lizards. Maybe you wouldn't come across as such a jellyfish-sucking mental midget if you didn't eat all those paint chips and lead pencils when you were a kid; if your weren't so fat that your local 'All-You-Can-Eat' buffet had to install speed bumps, or if you didn't have a face that people shove in dough to make monster cookies. No, come to think of it, you would.
Now, if you care to apologize for wasting my shamefully wasted time, I'll consider accepting it.
Jeff is an ass nibbler.
I heard Jeff only has nine toes.
Jeff likes Barbies.
Jeff likes Ken, too.
Jeff's intelligence is rivaled by the scum between my toes.
Jeff looks like he got sat on my your mom.
Jeff has ten keyboards. God, what a freak.
Jeff's parent's house has two bafrooms. SHUT IT OFF!!!
First, you wasted your own time
Second, my BMI says I am low average.
Third THANK YOU!!!!
please everyone take note of what just happened. I just got homerowed by a girl! And why, because they didn't try to argue me at all, but rather they just grabbed the rocket launcher enabled unlimated ammo cheat and started clicking the mouse like the dumbasses who spend all of math class seeing how many times they can add 1+1 on their calculators by hitting the equal sign as many times as possible in the shortest amount of time.
nextly(yes I am too lazy to scroll up and remember what number I am on)There was really no need to make 10 posts, condencsing it all to one would have been fine.
Jeff's teeth are so fugly he has to wear headgear 24/7.
Jeff wears jammies with little booties to bed.
Wait, no. Jeff sleeps in the nude. Ugos.
Actually, Jeff is a genius of the first water.
Actually I do sleep nude. I enjoy the freedom.
ok sorry had to add another comment b/c there are currently 51 and that's an odd number and i just can't handle it.. so here i'm adding another comment.. and yes, i know other posts have odd numbered comments but this one is just so large that i couldn't take it...
"You can be 100% sure that goading is one of my number one priorites."
Jeff, you should write speeches for the President. Totally. And seriously.
haha steph agreed...heres another for even numbers. yes for ocd. the other day at work i accidentally threw a hissy-fit because sarah meyer was being an ass and only gave me one jolly rancher. it wasnt like a huge hissyfit just a little one where i punched her and grabbed the second jolly rancher to make it an even number and ran back to my register.
by the way really funny story about that. well actually its so funny that i am going to just post my own blog about it because im sure no one is even reading this right now.
miryam you make me laugh harder than a monkey on a sweltering hot day.
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