Bad Jobs
From dramaprincess@hotmail.comMon Aug 10 07:53:31 1998 ~ciao~ My name is Karsira Fox and today while I was taking orders at Mc Donalds
in Visalia
the most popular girls at my school (Stacey James,Sandy Lee,Tiffany
Ruiz,and Lisa Carson)each order a milkshake and fries.As if I was not
already embaressed Lisa
Carson and Sandy Lee yell ''Hey did you know Fatso worked here?"I was so
mad.
i was harassed by mickey mouse in disney world when i was c
hanging into my uniform. i pressed charges but lost.
I USED TO BE A STRIPPER AND ONE TIME I DID IT WITH THE BOSS. HE WAS
GREAT. BUT THE NEXT DAY HE CAME TO WORK WITH HIS WIFE. SO I BITCH
SLAPPED HER AND HE FIRED ME SO I LOST MY HOUSE AND MY KIDS. BUT NOW IM A
HOOKER ON FIFTH AVENUE.
I work as a teaching assistant for my school. I get paid practically
nothing(minimum wage) and do all the work. The teaching assistants I work
with run a hotel. We all come in everyday and work for 10 hours or so and
only get a 15 minute lunch and it is cafeteria food anyway, and then we have to go to 4 hours of classes
after or before work...depends on what time you go it. I work from 6am
til about 3-4pm then I go to class at night from 6pm til 10 pm. It is
hell....the managers treat us like crap and the guests are horrible! It really is the worst job a college kid could
ever want!
I was assigned by a temp agency to do a Windows
95 upgrade about 5 months ago for a local steel company..They "paired"
with this total asshole who in addition to not doing a DAMN thing while there,
persisted in trying to make my job/life HELL...Guy would unplug stuff you were
working on, call you stupid, call EVERYONE stupid, take you tools and throw them
through the air like knives at boxes full of NEW DELL computers, and on top of
it, FART right beside you (or a woman) and then laugh about it..
Date: Sun,
09 Aug 1998 16:21:25 PDT
From: Airika Actouka
To: whatever@whatevermagazine.com
Subject: boy, do i have a bad job story
Dear Whatever people:
My
name is Airika ( sounds like "erica") Actouka, but everyone calls me
princess. I live on Saipan in the Northern Marianas Islands. My first
job was at the "Liberation Day Carnival." Since we are a territory of the
USA, we celebrate July Fourth, but instead of calling it "July Fourth",
everyone here calls it "Liberation Day." I don't. I was born
in Hawaii and I like the Fourth of July. Anyways, I had to work in this
kiddie booth called "Happy's Place." (Cheesy I know.) The first day I
got there, the boss had forgotten that he hired me. He told me that he
was drunk the night he signed me up. Then he told me that my designated
job would be to be the coordinator of the games the kids would play.
That meant that I would have to call kids over to the booth, take their
money, explain how to play, then let them play, and then give them really
idiotic prizes that i wouldn't want if i were a kid. The first night
wasn't half bad. It was a friday night so all the little kids would come
to play. Unfortunately it didn't stay like that. The second day I came
into work, the boss had us clean the booth with raggy old towels and
water that smelled like rotting eggs. We also had to put the toys up
which took an hour or so. On top of that, the ground below us was
bare. I was wearing white Fila sneakers and they were brown by the end
of the night. Kids weren't coming to the carnival, not because of our
booth, but because the carnival committee didn't advertise enough. Then
the boss started drinking on work. He'd be drunk at midnight when our
shifts ended and then he would try to con us out of money, becuase it was
a "slow night." Slow night? I made over 200 dollars and he was trying
to con me out of my four dollars an hour? (note: minimum wage here is
only $3.05 ) Also, my co-workers were very annoying. There is no age
limit when you start to work, so a couple of my co-workers were 12. One
could not sing to save her life and would just burst into the chorus of a
Hanson song. Ahhh!! It was torture. The really bad part of the job, was
that 80% of the time, the kids would lose at the games and I would have
to give then really stinky prizes like tiny toy cars that wouldn't roll
and would be missing a wheel or two. Turning them away made me feel
really guilty inside. I hate it when that happens. Well, i think that
was a pretty awful job. Use it or not. Like it or hate it.
Whatever.
princess
Date: Mon, 20
Jul 1998 21:45:03 -0700
From: "Brandi G."
To: whatever@whatevermagazine.com
Subject: Bad Job
From mmccarthy@voyager.netTue Jun 23 16:08:04 1998
Date: Tue, 19 May 1998 21:11:43 -0400
From: michael
To: whatever@whatevermagazine.com
Subject: boo hoo hoo
From Clevelandfats@webtv.netMon Jun 29 09:08:38 1998
Date: Sun, 28 Jun 1998 01:18:38 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Cleve.fats"
To: whatever@whatevermagazine.com
From KURT-COBAIN@webtv.netMon Jun 29 09:08:01 1998
Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 19:19:29 -0400 (EDT)
From: KURT-COBAIN@webtv.net
To: whatever@whatevermagazine.com
Subject: I have the worst job
From therage@mindspring.comMon Jun 29 09:09:24 1998
Date: Mon, 29 Jun 1998 11:02:24 -0400
From: therage
To: whatever@whatevermagazine.com
Subject: Bad Job Story..
