A new manager joined our company- he played golf with the owner of the company. Like they say, it's not who you know but who you blow. He had to exert his authority in every way possible. A real Take Charge kinda guy. What an asshole. He made around $100,000 a year which boosted his already grandiose ego. I only made about $12,000 a year, slightly above the poverty level. This Big Cheese boss used to steal my half and half, even though it was in a brown bag clearly marked with my name. He used to help himself, even right in front of me, smiling, saying, "You don't mind, do you?" What could I say? He was the man who controlled my raises and bonuses. Since it was MY half and half, I spent $2.00 to get it, I put a decent amount of soap in it. When the Grandiose Tightwad helped himself like usual, I'm sure he had plenty of time to think about the errors of his theiving ways while shitting his brains out. In other words, buy your own half and half from now on, unless you LIKE soap in it.
Our new plant manager is an IDIOT! When he first started all he did was run around like he was in the United Nations trying to make everybody happy with everybody else. Every time somebody had a complaint, he wouldn't let it DROP until everybody said they were satisfied with the outcome. Even if it was a month later, all of a sudden he would pop up in person, or with an e-mail to ask if everything was ALRIGHT! Well HELL NO, IT'S NOT ALRIGHT! We've been backstabbing each other for years, and we don't need no dickhead to come along and make everybody kiss and make up! Why start now? For what reason? Somebody is gonna just stab ya in the back again over something new, so why the hell kiss and make up? Well, needless to say, everybody got this guy figured out right away, and we can't stand him, and since he is a friggin tightwad (we are on a budget now!), like huh? I've been there 20 years and never even heard the word budget before, so now we all make fun of him behind his back, because we say that he is such a tightwad, the seams in his pants are about 3" lacking in material! So, we call him Mr. Wedgie! Oh, what a friggin idiot! His got damn pants are wedged so far up the crack off his ass, he's got to be cutting off circulation to his brain hole! The guy won't last long, I am sure!
I gotta have one of the most thankless jobs there is! I am a foreman in a production factory, in charge of a bunch of foreigners who I can't understand, who only understand there paycheck! I am so stressed out and nobody gives a damn! Nobody! Just crank the stuff out! Well, I just sneak off into one of the closed off parts of the factory, and smoke myself silly! (NO smoking allowed where I go!) I can't stand going into the lunchroom because I gotta smell all the roadkill those losers eat, and listen to their stupid high pitched chatter! They talk so damn fast they outta get speeding tickets! And I am supposed to kiss their butts and make them all HAPPY:), so nobody files discrimination charges! Go figure! I am the one being discriminated against! And I was born and raised here! HELP!
Now that I'm a responsible, 24 year old mom, I look back and can't believe what a huge jerk I was.
These sweet Christian folks hired me to work for them in their hockey pro shop when I was a senior in high school. To begin with, I should have never taken the job. I was so tired and already had way more than I could handle. On top of impending graduation and keeping my grades up, I played the ever-so-time-consuming sport of hockey, I played softball after school, I got a new boyfriend, and now I was taking on this job.
For the job, I had to commute. I had to get up at 3:30 am on weekends to open the shop for early games. Countless times, I slept right on through my work start time (I would get calls from my boss-"Uh, did you sleep in AGAIN?") but the times I did make it to work, I was dead tired. So much so, that once, I had drifted off to sleep on the on the customer service counter. I woke up to tapping on my shoulder. These two hockey players were standing above me, laughing, saying, "Wake uuuuup!" They had to wake me up to pay for some skate laces!!! I felt so embarrassed and scared that they would tell my boss, but they never did.
On top of that, I destroyed many players' skates in the skate sharpener. The automatic machine was always broken and despite the complaints, it was never fixed. So,that was not my fault. Ironically, that's all my boss ever yelled at me about, was the bad skate sharpenings-the one thing that wasn't my fault!!
One thing I enjoyed was pulling my boyfriend at the time, who was also a hockey player,too, into the back room for heavy make-out sessions....yes, while there were customers outside.
The worst thing I did, though, was when these people came in to get completely outfitted with gear. This was a major sale, and I thought, "This is how I can prove to everyone that I'm a good worker." I went and spent about 2 hours educating the people, a husband and wife, about quality hockey gear, correct fit, all that mumbo jumbo. I was pretty proud of myself-I had just raked in a $1,500 order. We had those old style credit card runners, where you do it manually on a carbon copy receipt, and it gets signed, etc. Well, I had filled out all the necessary info on the receipt, called the card's service number to make sure the card was good, and I FORGOT TO RUN THE CARD THROUGH THE MACHINE!!!!! Yep, after all that, I didn't get their card number on record, and they were "nice" enough, not to come back in to let me know I had made a mistake. I basically GAVE away $1,500 in brand new, top-of-the-line hockey gear, and did not realize it until they were long gone outta that store.
The day after this, I quit, because I knew once they found out, I'd get fired. I have never gone back to that shop out of sheer humiliation. Hopefully, when I have enough money, I'll send them a check for the money I screwed them out of!!!
Working at the Javelin Group sucks so bad some days I feel like quitting on the spot but the lack of decent jobs and the money always keep me there.
Life there gets easier when I fart in the kitchen and spit in the coffee. What I have done recently has shocked even me. We are pitching for a huge web account that could be a real career breaker but I know longer care. So I've done everything to ruin their hopes of getting the multi-million account.
They fired one of the girls in our office and another one has quit so morale is pretty low. I don't think anyone beleives this company is going anywhere anymore.
I work in a large music retail store..its quite a high pressure job, with trying to get the stock out as quick as possible...but sometimes, this isn't always the case, as we have to battle through hoardes of meandering customers who have no sense of our urgency when we go about our work, especially those parents who persist in bringing their "strollers" into the store when we don't have the room to swing a cat, never mind a child!
In an attempt to get "payback", i have resorted to "accidently" catching the heels of anyone under the age of 6,and holding a straight face as they stagger forwards like a drunk for several yards not forgetting to say sorry of course afterwards to combat any threats of "you did that on purpose!", or just generally blocking the way of these "customers", dropping stock onto their 2 yrs olds in the stollers, and the staff who gets to make the kids cry the most without overstepping the mark of grevious bodily harm gets the smug satisfaction of making our day more bearable.....
You're pissed aren't you? Boss just get a new company car/SUV as a bonus for cutting costs, while your annual raise got turned down along with all the other hard working individuals in your office? Revenge time. What is your insurance deductible? Rather high, isnt it? Saves you money, heck, most people keep their deductible high to save money. Probably your boss too. Cost of repairing paint is usually pretty close to the deductible. Funny, that one. Key the car/SUV? Nope, even better. If you can key the car, then apply DOT3 brake fluid to the area, you are really doing a fine job now, aren't you?
Don't know? Here are the facts: Regular DOT3 fluid can absorb tremendous amounts of moisture. This moisture will rust out the area applied rather quickly (hours) if it is applied to an area where bare metal is exposed. Not only that, but DOT 3 is terribly damaging to ordinary car finishes, especially today's weaker, more environmentally friendly types. This is best done on a humid day, or light rain, so that it resembles rain on the hood, roof, etc. A few days later, "why is my car/SUV still wet there? And it's rusting!" Ohhhh.. too bad Bob, that's going to be expensive, isn't it?
As far as the application, get a cheap spray bottle, and remove the filter on the bottom of the pick up hose (the thing that is in the bottle, bottom of cap) for added power. It is a bit messy, but the satisfaction is worth it. Wear a coat you dont like much on the days you spray. You dont necessarily HAVE to scratch the surface first, the DOT 3 brake fluid will still do quite a number on the paint. Guaranteed. I accidentally spilled some on my car, and it ruined the paint. Have fun!!!
I've been sleeping with my bosses husband for 4 months. It's not just a sexual thing but I actually love him.
I have a second job as a concessionist at the local multiplex. One day a few weeks ago, I was stuck at what we call the satallite stand(a little mini stand off to the side of the theater where only one person works at a time.) It was early in the day and no costumers were around. I had a picture of this girl Natalie who is the most gorgeous girl in the world. Well, next thing I know, I'm unzipped and got my meat in my hand. I shot the biggest load of my life. Since then, I love going to satallite because I jerk myself off so much.
there is this really HOT guy at my office... well, I confessed to him one night that I'd had a very HOT dream about him. Turns out he's fantasized about me. Well, one evening we were both working late. I dropped by his office to say good night. He closed his office door, propped me up on his desk, raised my skirt, took off my nylons & panties, and gave me the best oral sex of my life. The great thing is that the boss was in the office next door.