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No. 207711
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So I'm OP but the story I want to tell was too long to go in the thread description.
This happened three years ago. I was still a student in uni and I came across a part time job announcement for a bookstore. I thought it was perfect for me and I applied. I was interviewed by the owner, the shop was so small I'd be the only employee. She basically needed help running the shop because she had a variety of other activities going on, more about this later. It seemed like a dream coming true – I’d be spending my afternoons in a small, dimly lit, old-looking bookstore in the historical part of town surrounded by nice cafés.
The thing is, it was actually an “occult” bookstore. Books there ranged from Wicca to masonry and self-help books and shit like “The Secret”. We also sold candles, incenses, crystals and the like. I was cool with it because many of my friends were Wiccan to begin with, so it wasn’t really all that weird or new to me. The weird part came later.
My boss was a woman ten years older than me. I was in my early twenties and she was in her early thirties. We got along well for a while, then things started getting really weird. I was mostly in the shop alone, but when she was in we would order coffee or happy hours and we’d have nice chit chats. And that’s it for the nice part. Now onto the cow-worthy things.
When she was actually in the shop, it was because some clients booked tarot reading sessions with her. Nothing wrong with that, if that’s what you’re into, but it was mostly old ladies (and I mean 60/70 years old) who didn’t get along with their husbands/famili in general and her general advice was to either leave them or cast a spell with this candle and this ridiculously expensive crystal I have here. An these old ladies even came to me just to talk about how great my boss was and such a role model. When she was basically scamming everyone, very consciously doing so, and acting like she was the most clever for scamming 70 year-olds. But they adored her to the point that one time one of these customers came in, greeted my boss, then told me “no offence, but I don’t want to buy things from you”. Well then have fun being scammed!
There were also some fun customers. The ones that my boss hated because they wouldn’t buy shit. They just came in to talk about how they were the reincarnation of the horsemen of the apocalypse and other stuff like that. Fun times.
However, the worst part is that after working there for a few months I was introduced to the reason my boss was often out of the shop. She was working for this middle-aged guy who had basically started a self-help group. I was invited and as young and foolish as I was I thought – why not. It was actually fun and somewhat helpful the first two or three times. Then I was invited to spend four days with them in a hotel with people from all over the country who were part of this group, and I didn’t want to decline because my boss insisted. So well, I went there and it started being more and more like a cult. They started holding these meetings every two months and I would always go because 1) it was free for me; 2) I actually made friends; 3) I really felt pressured to go. I actually helped organizing these meetings. It was like an extension of work for me. The psychological blackmail towards basically everyone there was terrifying. My boss and her husband were really perpetrating it. Also my boss’ husband looked like mafia and it was too lulzy. Anyway, people were blacmailed, told to cheat on their SO, told to leave their SO, told to ignore family and friends, told they would be worthless without their guru… usual cult shit. I wish I could go into more detail about this, but this post is already too long.
Of course eventually I was fired because the guru told my boss to close down the library and she did. It was probably for the better. And not long after being fired I quit the cult. If this isn’t a shitty job experience then I don’t know what is.
No. 207712
Cashier for a retail store
Told me it was full time, gave me part time, paid me in peanuts which left me with less than 50 dollars every week if I wanted gas, the pay didnt even allow me to eat unless I was ok with going broke, then wondered why I was emotional coming in to work, starving,only being able to have an apple for lunch if i could afford it, then i cried because they scheduled me 8 hours, told me to go home, came back the next day, see all my hours are crossed off, told me to "come back in 6 months" didnt even tell me i was fired, they should have at least made it clear
Anyway, the job required hours and hours of standing, they would barely assign me work, when i did it and I was done, I sat down because I was sore then got yelled at for sitting for 5 seconds
When i was cashier, we would have these store credit cards, the person in charge of me told me I had to get them or I might get fired, I told her I didnt know how since their "training" was watching a video then putting me on a register, she told me to just come get her when someone wanted to sign up yet every chance I had she was busy and wanted me to keep the long line of customers waiting just because she didnt teach me how to sign them up, and i could barely do it since no one wanted an offical fucking credit card for a shitty store
Customers were rude, and cheap, I understand saving money but its like people want to harass their way into making me give them discounts, the rudest experience was when this guy who came in with his GF brought 75 dollars worth of stuff, which none of it was on sale so I couldnt give him a discount, when checking out he was talking to his gf saying "oh those cashiers scan those things back there to take off discounts shes gonna take the discount off" and then when I tried explaining to him that I couldn't because nothing was on sale he was constantly getting up in my face, yelling, slamming his fists saying "just scan it and take 25% off" then when he finally got the message he asked if there was military discount and I said yes and just pretended to take off military just to get him to leave
This wasnt the first time, the lengths people go to just to save some bucks makes me pitty them coming from someone who is poor
Some days we would literally get more returns then we would sales, thats how cheap people are,even for 1 dollar items, people would literally get in their car, drive here, just to return a 5 dollar shirt just because they didn't like it
The people who worked there treated me bad, I was transfering departments and the woman who was in charge of me talked shit and told everyone to keep and eye on me
When she was showing me how to use the register, she told me to press cash, I did then started yelling at me for getting it wrong and said I just costed the store 200 dollars
I'm looking for a new job now, hopefully in a more relaxed place
No. 207763
My first job was my worst job ever. I worked at a call center for almost a year and almost every day I had a semi-panic attack before going to work. Half the calls were just bored-sounding housewives ordering tacky jewelry, and the other half was snarky old women with attitude problems, nearly making a few people cry. I was in college at the time, working on a time-consuming animation project and had to work on it the same time I had training, which lasted until 1 in the morning. During training, they told all the women in the room that a pervert from Chicago calls in and asks the women to repeat dirty things and just talk in general while he jerked off. And they told us to just stick to protocol and repeat what he says. And all our calls were recorded so if we fucked up, you got a big talking/termination. They said that they couldn't trace his calls cuz he had some thing that made his number change every time he called. That should have been a sign right there to just quit, but I wanted this job and make my own income finally. I had him call me a few times. The first time I could actually hear him jacking off on the phone while he told me to repeat things. I was so disturbed and upset that I was shaking, and had to take an extra ten minute break in the bathroom just to calm down. I got in trouble for that.
Anyway, cut to my last day of work. My great aunt had just died and I went to her funeral before coming into work, so I was already in a shit mood. Near the end of my shift, I could see the other women in the cubicles making uncomfortable laughs and sounding put-off, and I knew the phone jacker was calling in again. I hoped to not get him again, but I did. As soon as he asked me to repeat anything, I fucking unloaded on him, calling him every name I could. I remember asking him if he was proud of his life and that he was "fucking worthless human" and telling him to kill himself. I clocked out early and went home, with a ton of employees staring at me after my outburst. I came in the next day, told them I cussed out the phone jacker, and quit right then and there. Anytime I tell someone of this guy, they always laugh. And I always tell them that being sexually harassed at work and told to just sit there and take it by your employers is fucking horrific. Fuck that job.
No. 207775
>>207717>>207717is this something that happens in the UK?hopefully you had gloves, was this in some old fuck town too? I worked at a thrift store before and most the people who came in were hipster teenagers/college students and just regular poor people
if a guy came in and asked for a child manniquin I would have knocked his ass out
No. 207838
An adult daycare center. My boss was a crotchety battleax of a nun who demanded that we stood up at all times (no leaning against walls or sitting down) and wouldn't let us bring in our own lunches to eat. I feel most comfortable wearing scrubs to jobs like that, especially since I did not want to run the chance of dirtying up my personal articles of clothing with bodily fluids while I showered them and changed their diapers. The kitchen lady was nice, but her food was garbage, most of it was donated food throw together in a pot and served with bread and applesauce. No dice, unfortunately. Apparently, the participants had a tendency to clam up and get scared when they think nurses or doctors are around, so I didn't make a fuss. I wore street clothes and ate the same food as everyone else.
I didn't mind the participants, and many of them seemed to grow very attached to me. Cleaning them, feeding and assisting them was no issue either, as I'm used to that kind of work and I find it much less hassle than doing the same for infants or toddlers (I used to work with children). However, I couldn't stand my co-workers. They were a chatty bunch who badmouthed the participants at any opportunity. They put on this cheerful kindergarten teacher facade when it was time to sing songs or play games, but as soon as they walked away that fake smile faded and someone would say something fucked up.
I was also kind of off-put by the whole ' treating participants like children' thing. Only about 30% of our participants had some sort of mental or cognitive impairment. The rest of them were just elderly or physically disabled and needed something to occupy their day while their primary caregivers were at work. The whole workplace had this degrading atmosphere. Giving former university professors and police officers coloring books and 10 piece jigsaw puzzles and making them sing campfire songs and shit.
The bitches were also annoying to me. I was the new girl there and the youngest by far (average age was about 35, a decade older than me) so every little thing I did was under scrutiny. I was instructed to do something by the person training me, only for another woman to come up seconds later asking me why I should be doing X when I need to be doing Y. So I'd go do Y, only for my boss to come up and tell me why I'm not doing Z, so on and so on. I was also pressured into not quitting several times because apparently, the daycare center was barely meeting the legal staff to participant ratio.
A couple of months in and I quit anyway. Boss damn near begged me to stay on and hung up on me when I told her I wasn't coming back. All I wanted to do was help and nurture the participants but the rest of the staff was about as welcoming as a mattress made of cactuses.