It's been a bitty morning.
Back and forward to the station, back and forward to the vets and back and forward to the dog groomers. The girls at the grooming centre love George . He's so well behaved and polite. when I picked him up, I noted one of the grooming staff battling with a difficult pooch. she looked flushed and all out of sorts- a worker not having a good day I thought.
I stopped at a large supermarket on the way home to treat George to some chicken roll and as I got level to the customer service desk, I noticed an elderly man shouting at the sales assistant. I couldn't get the gist of it, but I did lipread the assistant when he wearily said to a colleague " I hate this fucking job" after the customer had stormed away.
This got me to thinking ....
Have I ever hated my job?
Hummm....well no.......generally as a nurse , although I have hated certain experiences, politics, colleagues and indeed patients , I have always found more to like than to hate at work .
Ok when I was 20, I despised working as a bank clerk at the Nat West with so much bile, that I almost made myself mentally ill and I once walked out of a council summer job after only 6 hours in the role of paddle boat supervisor at Prestatyn's Ffrith Beach when three Liverpudlian teenage girls threw me into the lake . The rest of my thirty five years at work have been relatively happy ones......
So the question for this Monday, is ?
What has been your most hated job?.....and
What was the last straw that made you leave?
George is a groomers' dream
He raises morale
Hell YES! Working with an administration that were all bullies took its toll and I couldn't wait to get out of there! But it took three years to do so.
ReplyDeleteCan you tell us more about the story jimbo?
DeleteMany decades ago when I was desperate for money, I took a job as a helper for an elderly couple. The women used a potty chair right in the living room. I have a very very weak stomach and human waste or vomit sends me gagging immediately. (I can handle animals although..interesting). And they weren't very nice people. It was awful. But I always thought that after that I could do anything.
ReplyDeleteLater I had a career as a dog groomer. Loved grooming terriers!
Oh how much more pleasant being a dog groomer must have been after that . I find anything with dogs/cats to be more pleasant than with people anyway :)
DeleteAt least you run a dog's shitty ars under a tap
DeleteThat should have read arse and not ars
DeleteI've disliked aspects of all the jobs I've held, but I've never out-and-out hated the jobs. I don't think I could keep doing something I really, truly hated.
ReplyDeleteOne of my first jobs was working for an Insurance company.
ReplyDeleteIt was so mindlessly boring and the people were older and cranky .. I went to lunch one day and did not return ..
But then I got really lucky in NY and my work changed and my life changed and then I didn't work anymore which I like best .
My first job was as a bank teller. If I left the building at lunch break I had a heck of a time making myself return to work. After three months I quit.
DeleteI stuck the bank out for two years
DeleteI lasted 4 months in a bank, including working a month's notice!
DeleteI have to say the only time I hated a job was not the job itself but having to work weekends with a young child at home. I have never actually hated a job but was made miserable by a supervisor who delighted in belittling all of us most of the time. Years ago and she was relieved of her position :) Retirement is a blessing!
ReplyDeleteI thought you would have been the sort of employee that might of said something to the old crab arse
DeleteFor a few months after we moved from Chicago, I worked in the office of a small family law firm in a neighboring town. (That means they handled mainly divorce and custody cases, not happy things.) The senior partner was a screamer and I found it stressful beyond belief. Even when I realized he was not screaming at me personally, I was still the one in the room who had to put up with it. Finally I told him I couldn't sleep and could not continue. He was floored. He thought I was doing a great job and showed real concern for my well-being. Had he been able to do that from the beginning, I may have been able to hang on. As it turned out, I went back to help him out for a time and we parted on friendly terms. But it was a horrible working experience. I later learned that the person they had hired before I took the job left for lunch on her first day and never returned.
ReplyDeleteYour story underlines the importance of giving your boss feedback at everyturn.
DeleteIts amazing that most bosses have no self awareness..
As a manager i remember having a 360 degree review from all staff that i worked with.
A difficult thing to listen to sometimes
I once stayed just a morning as a receptionist for a Chiropractor who said I had to wear a white Science-Lab type coat and then I was told I had to part my hair with a fringe going to a different place (left instead of right or something silly) and I thought Sod this, and went to lunch and never returned!
ReplyDeleteBut the job I hated most was - sorry - working in a Hospital. I had been hired as what I think was a Receptionist in the X-ray department. This would have been OK except they kept using me as a sort of nurse-deputy and when I had to take old ladies to the loo and wipe their btms, and - the final straw - sit with an unconscious patient awaiting X-ray to make sure that a) they didn't stop breathing, and b) to stick the tube back down their throat if it moved up so that a marked place was showing, I knew the job wasn't for me. I lasted a week and the manager had the nerve to say "I suppose you want paying" - well, yes, I did as a matter of fact!
That lab manager was seriously controlling...almost on a psychotic level .. You were well rid
DeleteHand crimping the edges of apple pies, in a bakery filled with gobby, sexist men. I can't believe I did this for over a year!
ReplyDeleteThis sounded almost surreal lol
DeleteI took early retirement from teaching because I was fed up of trial by spreadsheet, OFSTED inspectors who came and went with the latest fashionable agendas never to be seen again, politicians spouting off about education, the gradual withdrawal of effective discipline measures and the large number of foul-mouthed kids without pens or bags but with mobile phones. Enough was enough. Afterwards, teaching in Thailand was a kind of healing, reminding me of why I became a teacher in the first place.
ReplyDeleteI left mainstream primary teaching - hated the CRAPnthat YP mentions - but am now TEFL teaching in France. Loving the teaching without all the admin rubbish that I was so bad at.
DeleteYP AND MOUSE
DeleteI suspect that many MANY teachers would agree with both of you.. A sad fact indeed
I've only ever been a gardener, but I used to really hate cutting big hedges on very rainy days. The feeling of cold water running down your back and between your bum cheeks for 8 hours, along with insects and bits of hedge was miserable. I don't have to do that now self employed thank goodness, as I can just re-schedule stuff.
ReplyDeleteIn California landscapers never work when it's raining! I suppose that living anywhere there is real weather landscapers just get on with it!
DeleteBum cheek waterfalls?
DeleteDid you never wear a coat?.....
Or is the builder's / gardener's crack obligatory ?
Haha....no builders bum John, but even with a coat on, after a few hours of twisting and turning the water finds it's way in. The sweat would run as well.Nice.
Deleteaww, georgie looks the handsome lad that he is!
ReplyDelete"What has been your most hated job? What was the last straw that made you leave?" administrative assistant for an office building manager. verbally harassed by boss and building tenants daily. boss threw me under the bus at every turn because he was an arsehole. I walked out on a Friday afternoon and never went back; this is the ONLY time I have ever left a job without 2 weeks notice.
boss got fired shortly thereafter and hasn't held a job since. bwhahahahaha! karma bit him in the arse!
Theres a common theme with you american ladies.. Leaving at lunchtime x
DeleteI took early retirement last year from the NHS from a job that had become unbearable. Not due to staff or patients, but due to to my line manager (middle management) who was a bully. The final straw for me was my consultant being made redundant forcing a job shuffle. I was an orthopaedic secretary. Never looked back!
ReplyDeleteBullying seems to be another common theme me thinks
DeleteI've never hated my jobs - the first I left because they wouldn't let me work part-time after maternity leave, the last three they had to get rid of me by making me redundant. I did leave a volunatary job with a local mental health charity. I'd helped them set up and stayed on the Executive Committee for sixteen years. I also helped out with their second tier complaints system. One day they wanted me to investigate a complaint involving a colleague who was a friend of mine in my paid employment. I felt compromised so when the time came round to rejoin the charity (which had to be done each year), I failed to send in the form. All the staff and committee members were very shocked I'd decided to leave without telling anyone but it was a great relief during a period of great stress not to be part of that organisation any more. I'm virtually retired now, when most people would be starting voluntary work but I've done various voluntary activites from the time I was 15 until I was in my 50s so I reckon I've done my bit.
ReplyDeleteIm at that point me thinks sarah
DeleteAs a student I took a job at Butlins Bognor. I arrived, looked around, and left. Otherwise my time spent as a trainee stockbroker was as bad as it gets; but I did last until my nice big fat bonus cheque arrived!
ReplyDeleteYou at Butlins?
DeleteSounds as incongruous as tom stephenson working in a tea room
Good old George! I was on a YTS scheme at a florists .Each end of day we had to carry heavy tall stemmed flowers in vases down to the basement walking down steep stairs and having to duck under the floor. If we broke a flower whilst carrying out this duty there was a chart on the wall saying how much each breakage cost. On my last day I poked holes in all of the pristine oasis that were in the basement.
ReplyDeleteSimone, you have just sparked tomorrows post
DeleteRevenge!
Wonderful
Wonderful revenge. Well done.
DeleteMy most hated job lasted one night ... it was in an off licence on the back streets of Barrow in Furness.
ReplyDeleteThe guy showed me the ropes which were working the ancient till, watching all six cctv camera monitors, logging the people who took rental vhs videos in the large A4 book (yes it was a while ago) and putting them back on the shelves when they were returned, bringing up vast quantities of pop and cheap cider from the cellar as the shelves were stripped at an alarming rate by all the alcoholic and down and outs of Barrow, and serving all the customers who queued patiently, and in the case of the real drunks who returned time and time again less and less patiently.
The same half a dozen people came back for more bottles of cider as the evening progressed, getting harder and harder to communicate with each time.
Then the owner told me if I ran out of change there was always around a thousand pounds in the biscuit tin under the counter and oh ..... was I okay about being the only one on the premises until closing time of midnight every shift, when he would come back to lock up.
I went home and never returned ..... I got ten pounds for my trial shift to cover expenses .... I bought cider and drowned my sorrows!!
The prize for the crappiest job so far and the best told story goes to u xxxx
DeleteWoop, woop ... I'm a winner ..... happy clappy dance all around the office .... ;-)
DeleteAs a holiday job at 15 I worked at a sports centre cafe where I had to make a hole in a baguette with a hot vibrator shaped thing and then push a hot dog into the hole. I was mortified - especially when male customers made comments.
ReplyDeleteThis made me laugh long and very hard
DeleteLoved it
.... is it wrong to think I might have liked this job :-)
DeleteI need to say no to taking on work, a couple of times I have driven myself out of a job by taking on more then two people could do, and then not getting help when I asked for it. I had a couple of really nasty marketing jobs for home builders in the early 90's - I was so glad to leave that field.
ReplyDeleteBack when I was in college, I worked in an Italian restaurant. The owner would get drunk and scream at the staff, sexual harrassment was the norm and completely tolerated, and it felt like we were always just doing the same work over and over again. The money was good though.
ReplyDeleteThrew you in the lake ? Little buggers !
ReplyDeleteI worked at the Pediatric Seizure Clinic in a big Hospital for many years. Loved my work and my patients. All was fine until the new administration took over. Suddenly the patients were second class citizens, no help when I asked for "too expensive" tests to be available for patients who could not pay, and when I got a note saying that we "were not a charity" and then the insurance companies got into the fray that was all I could take.
ReplyDeleteI had no choice, either I went or murder the administrator.
We slagoff our nhs..... But our " free for all" system perhaps makes the hard days pass a bit easier eh?
DeleteWorst job I've ever had was working for Abbey National, rude customers and bitches in management positions on a power trip.
ReplyDelete" out with anger...in with love......"
DeleteI'm really not good with all the corporate bollocks or snide green uniforms that clash with my hair lol
DeleteI hated most of my jobs till I worked out I just loathe being told what to do especially if its by some cockwomble who knows bugger all except bullying, as soon as I realised I was unemployable and started my own company it's all gone swimmingly
ReplyDeleteLol , what the hell is a " cockwomble"?
DeleteThe Fuckwit is herewith re-named The Cockwomble.
DeleteThank you and good night.
x
I hated most of my jobs till I worked out I just loathe being told what to do especially if its by some cockwomble who knows bugger all except bullying, as soon as I realised I was unemployable and started my own company it's all gone swimmingly
ReplyDeleteI was once a mall stooge working in a kiosk hawking jewelry---it lasted an entire day...
ReplyDeleteWhat's a mall stooge!?
DeleteI don't think I really hated my jobs....I just didn't want to work out of the house so when I had to I really wasn't happy. The jobs were okay...it was just me.
ReplyDeleteGeorge so handsome ! So very Handsome what a gud dug.
ReplyDeleteMy Scotties are also well behaved at the groomers. I happened to sneak in once and there was Watson standing so proud while the groomer was finishing up his feet. And he really didn't like when you touched his feet. He just stood there and looked ahead.
He was just a mellow sweet boy.
I have liked all my jobs, but not always the start times.
Threw you in the lake ? What jerks !
cheers, parsnip
Good boy, George - raising morale is a huge job and not many can do it :)
ReplyDeleteI've only had a few jobs as I stayed home while our children were growing up. The worst part of any job has been answering the telephone. Why do I hate that so much when I can (and do) spend literally hours on the phone with some people (relatives who I like)? It is a mystery to me.
What would be your ideal job jennyO
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DeleteBookkeeping - my current job.
DeleteWell, ideally, I'd like to read and be paid for it, but I haven't seen any ads for that lately. Editing/proofreading/critiquing would take all the fun out of it :)
I keep thinking that volunteering to read books that are recorded for the blind could be fun. I had a temporary contract for a municipal library and the section for the deaf and hard of hearing had a studio for volunteers to read magazines and books so they could be listened to.
DeleteInteresting idea, Shadowmoss.
Delete2nd year Student nurse at The Middlesex in 1970. I was lent to an oncology ward on night shift. Sister forgot to tell me of radioactive patient in side ward, there were 4 blood transfusions to cope with. It was a fraught night. In nurses home we shared rooms but were often not on same shift, ie I was on nights and my room mate on days. In the end the lack of sleep got to me and I left!
ReplyDeleteAs a ward manager, i always tried to support junior staff on hard shifts..obviously your sister either didnt care or was too busy herself
DeleteTotally hateful job in a petrol station, putting out beach stuff and gas bottles, licking pumps at midnight, walking home alone down the dual carriageway and being splashed by speeding drivers. Just hateful.
ReplyDeleteHere, in our petrol stations it would be selling beer after pub hours ........
DeleteNo job, however well-paid, should expect you to lick the petrol pumps. That's just cruel...
DeleteGoodness me the things we do in our youth! I made a vow in my 20s that if Sunday night was awash with dread about the next day, I had to leave. I left a nannying job at 17 because of it. I left primary school teacing because of it. I like kids, it's the parents that got me. I left my last job working for the govt because of it too - and bought my own business. Best thing I could have done!
ReplyDeleteMaryanne, what a great philosophy! Love it
DeleteI left the civil service after my first day having gone through a rigourous civil service interview and exam. I left because I had been misled and could see I was entering something I didn't want to be in and would find it difficult to get out of if I didn't leave immediately. I signed into the Official Secrets Act in the morning and had to sign out of it in the afternoon when I said I was not coming back. It was the right decision and I have never regretted it. I was 20.
ReplyDeleteAlways go with your gut , Rach
DeleteI did the same in 1982 when i wentfor a job interview at a hospital for people with severe learning difficulties in chesterfield.....
I knew it wasnt for me and plummed for psychiatric nursing
I didn't quit then but I did some months later when the boss wouldn't give me a raise I needed and deserved but one day when I was working at a bookstore (I was 23 or 24), I had finished the task assigned to me and being a good worker, I saw a rack of books that needed straightening so I set about to do it. Well, the owner who was a real jackass and chewed his employees up with regularity pounced on me and ripped me up one side and down the other for 'assuming' that he would want me to straighten the rack. It was in the middle of the day and I was not in a great mood having troubles of my own and when he stopped to catch his breath, I walked off, got my things, and walked out without a word. The manager was horrified as she knew how good a worker I was and she was frantic to get hold of me (I didn't have a phone at the time) and was so relieved when I showed up at work the next day (I really did need the job and had nothing to replace it with) and I was afraid I would get fired but the owner acted like nothing had happened. He didn't go off on me like that again though.
ReplyDeleteGreat dignified exit ellen,.
DeleteLet us all take a lesson from your actions
I guess I should have said I didn't hate the job but I did hate my boss.
DeleteGeorge is a handsome one, isn't he!!! Well - only ever working in health care for 29 years, this is the only "job" I have ever known. But each Department comes with its own drama. I'd haver to say Cardiology - hands down. Lots of prima donnas in the cath rooms.
ReplyDeleteSo i have heard
DeleteSo many people hated their bank clerk type jobs? I always rather fancied it as a job where you could have nice clean fingernails. My first proper job was with the now defunct Milk Marketing Board, in the lab. We worked weekends and bank holidays, xmas day, new years day - played havoc with ones social life - I wish I had a pound for every time I fell asleep face first in a furry petri dish - hungover. Didn't mind the job, LOATHED the female boss - who knew shit could pile 5'2" high - hateful little bitch!
ReplyDeleteWanda....it is YOU that should write a book.......a memoir perhaps!
DeleteBar maid, Yorkshire pub, 1970s. Punter groped me, the pint of Tetleys I was pouring went over his head. I walked out
ReplyDeleteBully for you!
DeleteGeorge looks delightful - and probably smells so too.
ReplyDeleteHate a job? My only 'real' job has been teaching (did doa year or so as a dogsbody in a drawing office, and a few year's in a building contractor's office ) and I loved every minute of teaching. Took early retirement because my then husband was older than me and had retired - we wanted to be together and enjoy travelling, which we did. I never regretted it because he only lived for six years and we were together all over the world during that time.
New Look, and somebody throwing a Spongebob Squarepants pen at my face because they didn't want to fill in a returns form! Also, Sainsbury's because they wouldn't give me time off to go to my Nanna's funeral. I walked out :-)
ReplyDeleteI bet spain feels lovely......wintery weather here today hannah!
DeleteIt does indeed; still shorts and t-shirt weather here!
DeleteWhen young I tried my hand at selling insurance - so not a good fit for me.
ReplyDeleteAfter in-house training the company sent you out with a trainer for a few days; we were speaking with a sweet older couple. Turned out they were spending over half their limited monthly income on insurance. I hesitated, they said they wanted to get insurance from me because I was so 'sweet', the trainer stood up and commanded me to sell them the most expensive policy.
Excuse me? Try to command me is a really big mistake and trying to force me to bilk a lonely old couple is a huge mistake.
I informed the couple they already had too much insurance and I wouldn't be selling to them, then looked at the trainer and politely informed him that I quit and that he had a choice: He could either accept a ride to the office from me or walk the 40+ miles back to the office.
Worst job ever, but that day turned out to be a fairly great one.
Way to go! Sounds like julia roberts in Erin Brockevich
DeleteMy first job after college was manager at a company that painted cars for a national outfit called Earl Scheib ("I'll paint any car for $29.95!"). The price was going up, and suddenly we were inundated with cars. My painter painted all the cars, put them outside to dry, and then it rained, which ruined every one of the paint jobs (and there were about three dozen). Each would have to be repainted. I quit the next day.
ReplyDeleteThere is a theme going on here ..
DeleteLol greatstory
"I once walked out of a council summer job after only 6 hours in the role of paddle boat supervisor at Prestatyn's Ffrith Beach when three Liverpudlian teenage girls threw me into the lake"
ReplyDeleteA formative experience. I am beginning to understand you more now.
Please explain.....i'm all ears
DeleteI have learned that I should never try to explain.
DeleteHowever, why did the Lovely Lasses of Liverpool throw you in the lake? I am sure they had a reason (whether good or bad).
Sorry to say, but my worse job was as a cook in a Children's Home in... North Wales!! The man who ran it was a complete bully. He counted the rashers of bacon out, one each. The day he threw his across the room I walked out, never to return. Frightenly, many years later I saw his picture on the News after being arrested as a child molester. I have never, nor will go back to Wales.
ReplyDeleteSome if us are nice people honest
Delete( ps i am generous with my bacon)
I got a temp admin job in Wembley when I was about 17. My dad got up early to drop me there on my first day. I took one look round, said I was going to the loo and disappeared down a fire exit. I jumped on the train and got home before my dad did. His face was priceless! Then I worked in a bank, that was shit too. I'd like to be a hotel inspector.
ReplyDeleteLol
DeleteMy favorite job was the nursing home. I had the power to make the patients' lives so much better. I often danced into their rooms to make them laugh. I think the job I hated the most was the last newspaper where I was a reporter, and the editor told me when I wore head phones to use the telephone that I looked like the "bitch dyke" who had worked there before me. The last straw was when she said I had to cover a volunteer firefighters' awards banquet on a Saturday night in the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania. I had to go because the photographer couldn't. I walked in. The photographer was there. I walked out and drove an hour to get home. I sent the editor an email. On Monday I asked if she had gotten it. She said yes, and nothing else. The next day I didn't go to work. I had a key, so I went in that evening, retrieved my personal belongings, left my resignation, and never went back. I like the editing I do now, but I'm prone to anxiety. I become nervous, and my heart pounds when I have a lot of editing to do. I can't stand to disappoint anyone.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Bloggers seem an assertive lot.....ive had a few " walk out " stories here
DeleteAwww, Janie, I would give you a hug if I could ! I know what it was like .. a bit ..
ReplyDeleteI worked for a hard of hearing, eye nose and throat doctor .. one of my first jobs. I was a receptionist but he kept asking me to come in and help him !! He had to do ear and eye testing on airplane pilots. He couldn't hear well or see well himself. and he yelled at everyone.
He screamed at me one day in front of a patient. At lunch, I left and never went back.
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ReplyDeleteI'd have to say it was my job as Secretary to a Colon and Rectal Surgeon. I quickly learned that people with bowel issues often have psychological issues such as stress, anxiety etc that trigger their bowel disease. I heard countless tales of diarrhea, constipation, hemorhoids, bleeding, mucous and of course the occasional thing up the bum....all day long talk of poo, gas and pain.....Despite being "desk work" I sometimes had to go hold the hand of an anxious colonoscopy patient (it was an outpatient clinic) or the cheeks apart for a rectal consult. I saw grown men insist their momma's were there for the exam and the worst was a mass of anal warts that looked like like a pine cone. I couldn't wait for find a job in an office that had nothing to do with bums and poop.
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My seond worst job was a summer position as a stable girl at a horse beeding farm. These were prized racehorses so very particular proceedures. I was 16, painfully shy and naiive. One day I was asked to walk a mare down to the breeding shed, where she was hitched up to a post, her one leg strapped up so she couldn;t move and then mounted by the stallion. It was always men that worked with the stallions because the horses are bred so much and so full of testosterone they are hard to manage. In the breeding shed, prior to the deed, the "excited" stallion has to have his penis washed with disinfectant because you can't have any diseases spread by breeding these race horses. The boys in the barn tried to make me (being the newbie) wash the horse's thing down with a sponge and I was absolutley mortified and burning red in the face. My sister also worked there and she thought it was very funny. Shovelling shit I didn;t mind, but the brreding shed did me in.
ReplyDeleteI have to say this slowly
DeleteOMG
ANOTHER PRIZE TO YOU CHANIA x
I guess my job title could have been Willy Washer.
DeleteGood job itwasntadvertised...you'dhave been killed in the rush
DeleteI had to help the 'guide' the boars into the sows. Funny how all the male workers always showed up when it was time to breed a sow!
DeleteIn my last job, my immediate boss was a bullying sociopath, she always made me look like the crazy one and even though I had been a stable, happy employee for years, they believed her. I used to vomit before work and cry all the way home.
ReplyDeleteI should have walked away long before I did. In the end it was amonth before Christmas and I wasn't rostered on for the forseeable future so I just emptied my locker before I went home for the day and that was it, no quitting, no sacking, just didnt ever come back.
Adult bullying seems to be more common than i thought
DeleteA sobering thought
McDonald's. My manager fired me for not obeying his orders. He was a jerk. That was the only time I was ever fired.
ReplyDeleteIt was the people I worked with rather than the job which I hated, loathed, despised. One of my bosses (who sat very near to me) was such a cow that I timed my day around her. I went to lunch when she got back, morning tea ditto. Anything which gave me time away from her. That was years ago, and just thinking about her has the muscles in my neck tightening.
ReplyDeleteAnd, like Kylie, my partner used to throw up every morning before work, because of the people he worked with. He stuck it out for waaaay too long.
I absolutely agree
DeleteIts the people that make OR BREAK work
In my early 20s I worked in a day therapy centre for adults with profound intellectual disabilities. After 3 years the wonderful manager left and a new manager was installed. The new manager was deeply disturbed with mental health issues and a substance abuse problem. This was a horrible time with a lot of her disturbing behaviours. Deeply ironic considering we working with very challenging young people. It got so bad that I had to leave and I applied for another job. I told the manager I had applied for the job and what is was. Several days later, at night at home she rang me. She told me that she had applied for the same job that I had applied for and she said she would be really upset if she didn't get the job. Fast forward and I happily got the job. I then was so worried what she would do when she was told. She was told she didn't get the job but I did . She then did not come to work for several days and stated she could not deal with me. She was one mad fucker and I am glad this was years ago. Working with disturbed young people with a mad manager was just way to much . I was so happy to start another job.
ReplyDeleteJhummm there's a lot of " mad fuckers" around x
DeleteMy first big job was at California's Dept. of Motor Vehicles (DMV). Even though it was swing shift and we were in a huge basement room with no customer contact, there was a strict dress code. Women had to wear nylons with a dress, no tennis shoes, etc. I was maybe 1 of 3 women in the room of over 100 who did not smoke cigarettes. I hated every minute of that job, but the last straw was when I took a sick day to have a wisdom tooth pulled and when I got back the stupidvisor told me to open my mouth so she could be sure that's really why I took the day off. The only thing that offset all the nastiness was that we were keying paper DMV records into the computer system for the first time. Once in a while you'd get a movie star's driving records to snoop through. That was cool.
ReplyDeleteMy daughter worked at a temporary positionsduring her summer vacations while attending college. She got a months assignment at a small family run business. The first day, the son of the owner came out of his office in a rage and went to each and every one of the staff and told them how he hated them. When he got to Heather, he said, I don't know you yet, but I am sure I will grow to hate you also. She did not give him that chance and quit that day.
ReplyDeleteWorking at a piggery. I liked my sows, but hated the conditions for both them and me, and the other workers were brutish. I'd moved to a small country town to take the job and the pay was so shit, i couldn't really afford to leave it again. What ended it was being gored by a boar in the stomach. I went back to work when it healed, but they told me I'd lost my nerve (I didn't think I had!) and sacked me. Then they gave me all the very worst jobs to do to work out my notice (and in a piggery, those are very bad jobs indeed) but when the manager found me in the runt pen with piglets asleep in my lap (I'd been dying to cuddle those poor babies ever since I started there) he told me I'd better not even bother to finish my notice. That was bloody ok by me! Ever since, when I don't like a job, I remind myself that it's still better than that bloody piggery!
ReplyDeleteSo many round pegs in square holes it seems. My jobs seem to have become progressively worse over the years, started off in the air force as assistant air traffic controller, then a self employed gardener while the kids were at school, then Sterile Services in the local hospital (liked that one, it appealed to my technical abilities), another gardening person, also like that but left when the place was taken over by a bullying nutcase, and finally a cafe worker which was an unbelievable slog, at the same time as being advertising salesperson. The one I least liked was as advertising sales person. Trying to flog advertising space over the phone to people who really don't want it, trying to convince them that it works when you know that's a lie too, I really hated it, I don't tell lies easily, or at all in fact it's just not in me. Stuck it out till retirement though, and I have to say, retirement is the best job of all, love it! I'm my own boss, I can do whatever I want when I want, just great.
ReplyDeleteIsnt air control one of the MOST stressful jobs on earth?
DeleteWasn't in my case, I was at an underground radar screen and I was just the assistant, not the actual controller. We were controlling fighters and refuelling tankers rather than commercial aircraft, so I guess less stressful. Stress is just the worst thing, no-one should have to live with it.
DeleteMy husband had a breakdown in his last job. The company kept opening up and closing down offices so we were moved around the UK 5 times in 18 months. It was move or lose your job. As they made more and more people redundant, those kept on were expected to cover the work of those who had left so in effect, my husband was doing the work of three people. Then he was expected to travel to meetings several hours away up to 3 or 4 times a week, and only managed a few hours sleep a night. He became ill and exhausted and the company didn't want to know. After three months off sick, spent sleeping and occasionally crying, I persuaded him to hand in his notice, which he wasn't comfortable about, but it was the best thing he ever did. We put the house on the market, moved back up to Scotland, and he took a temporary job until he got a permanent one. Health comes first!
ReplyDeleteGood reply susan .. And a lesson for us all me thinks
DeleteI was teaching a year 2 class in London, and we got a new headteacher at the Easter holidays. He took against me immediately. He insisted that I was a "failing" teacher, despite me having consistently good observations from the school and OFSTED, children who were all forecast (and achieved) beyond their initial predictions, and a good relationship with my colleagues. He decided to "observe and support" me every week until he found a lessons that wasn't brilliant (my TA had to leave 5 minutes before the lessons to pick up her sick daughter, so I had 5 minutes to redo the lesson) and he used it as an excuse to start discussing capability procedure. I resigned, and got a new job immediately, putting my reference down as my previous headteacher. Not a problem for 2 months, but 2 weeks before the end of term I was rung by my new school and told that the job wasn't available to me any longer as there was an issue with references. It turns out that the headteacher from the new school, and the current head had had an interesting conversation at the headteacher LA meeting the day before. So I did 6 months supply, got a new job at the Christmas and the day I was offered that I was also offered a permanent position at the school I was supplying at. As it transpired, my year 2 position had been filled by a teacher who was having an affair with the head.
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DeleteFor a short time, I worked in a traditionally male-dominated profession and where I was one of very few females. 'Water cooler' talk consisted mainly of birds, sport and cars. While the job was challenging, both physically and mentally, I felt fairly isolated. At the New Year mark, I had had enough and threw in the towel.
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