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Thereās one guy that comes into my work regularly and one time he was coming through my till and I honestly have no idea what made him bring up this topic but he says āI donāt believe there are such things as mental disabilities. All it is is a lack of discipline. The parents are just lazy and...
Closed the store tonight at like 10:30-11:00, back at 6 am to throw freight, then open it as the head cashier.
Save me.
Today I found out the coffee shop where I work, where my greatest friends on this island are, is being closed down. The owners ā who are worthless, slimy rich people with no souls ā are letting us all go on the 31st.
What kind of shitstain tells their whole staff theyāre canned three days before...
So there was this time when my coworker and I decided to dance ( and be graceful ballerinas) and I straight elbowed her in the head and then laughed really hard.
[deafening and blinding] plus it smells like fireworks. #photos #photography #work
Today at work I got mad at a roll, so I started beating it against the table until it broke in half.
When I turned around, a cop was sitting in drive thru, with his mouth agape, just staring at me.
Then he told my supervisor I was crazy, and sped off.
Bar maids are polite but they are not your buddies
Yesterday when i was working this guy made me feel so uncomfortable.Ā
I was the only person behind the bar, so i was the only member of staff that was serving. I was happy and cheerful as i should be and this group of 5 guys, probably about 40 ish, come in. We chatted a bit, they had been on a walking tour of the pubs in villages near by so they told me a bit about that and i told them a bit about the town where i work. All friendly and and what not, as you would expect on a nice saturday afternoon in a quiet pub.Ā
BUT THAT IS MY JOB.
Iām paid to be polite to people, and also i am a generally polite person. So the fact i was chatting to them had no double meaning or anything. At all.
Once i had served them all they asked where was nice to sit, as there are several rooms and a big garden and i suggested the garden because it was a nice day. They said thanks, paid for their drinks and headed out so i went back to reading or whatever i was doing, as there was no one else in the pub. The last to leave asked would i like to come and join them. As they had been friendly i smiled but said no thank you, i couldnt leave the bar.
he then asked again, come on come and join us outside!
I again politely said no, i was working.Ā
he then left to join his friends.
He did however come back several times to specifically ask me to join them, culminating in saying ājust lock up the bar no one will know, come outside and chat!ā
HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT
N O
i was only being polite because i have to beĀ it is myĀ job to make you feel welcome but that job is at the bar, im not going to hang out with you when i donāt know you, youāre double my age, there is no one else around and you are actingĀ hella creepy.
What was most frustrating was he acted like i was supposed to, like i would be happy and enjoy spending time with a group of men i didnāt know drinking.
Now obviously if he had made any advances at me, especially if they had been sexual, i would have called the police and my boss. he didnāt do that, but his behaviour was enough to make me feel uncomfortable in my place of work and if im honest, pretty unsafe too.
i donāt really know how to round this off but yeah.
bar maids are polite but they are not your buddies, just like a cashier at tescos isnāt going to come home and make dinner with you with the food they rung through for you.
yah so I did some ālatte artā today.
god what a horrible day. but I let my boss know the true reason why I feel like quitting and also, Phillip threatened to kill me because I apparently donāt set the alarm properly which I do so he can go fuck himself.Ā And I swear, if Iām rostered on again for the weekend at Grange Iāll just tell her Iām not doing it, I canāt handle it. I canāt handle getting bitched at and made to clean inconspicuous things, fuck.Ā
Iām 100000% done with today, itās time to get fucking high.Ā
My friend told me that in the elevator, she ran into this guy in a shaggy beard, who looked like heās lost.
Since he is in the researcher elevator and not the patient elevator, if heās not a researcher he shouldnāt be here.
My friend asked him, āCan I help you with something?ā
The guy replied,...
Every day or so, I find myself writing about my job and, specifically, the people I encounter on a daily basis. It is not a stretch to say that Iāve seen all walks of life, from the patient to my co-workers and the ER doctors. It can be a little overwhelming to decide which stories to write...
In November, the games get rougher and sneakier as the kids get old enough to learn that imaginary fun isnāt always what they want to do. On supervision, I hear them call nefariously from under the slide at passing children. They keep their voices low, not intending to be heard.
āHey! Want to play with us? Weāre playing for keepsā.
āI have never liked to suggest that writing is grinding, let alone brave work. H. L. Mencken used to say that any scribbler who found writing too arduous ought to take a week off to work on an assembly line, where he will discover what work is really like. The old boy, as they say, got that right. To be able to sit home and put words together in what one hopes are charming or otherwise striking sentences is, no matter how much tussle may be involved, lucky work, a privileged job. The only true grit connected with it ought to arrive when, thinking to complain about how hard it is to write, one is smart enough to shut up and silently grit oneās teeth.ā
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Megan Kinch blogs about working at the Oshawa public library circa 2010.
Today at work, a boy came up to the counter with the Supernatural book Iāve just gotten, the Essential Supernatural; On the road with Sam and Dean Winchester (which is AMAZING) and he asked the price. I told him, and in the background I could see his mother sort of doing this eye-thing kind of...
Workers Playing With Power Lines - Amazing High Voltage Electricity (by NitroViralTV)
Do not try this at home!
The fact that only help is viable under my name should say something #nametag #work #ireallydolikemyjob #dollartree
Recomposition is one of my favorite blogs for contemporary stories about work and discussion of labour issues. Check it out!
