OMG! You couldn't pay me enough to go back to school, seriously.
Phantom Penguin: Yeah man, whole new world of crappy-ness there, can't imagine. (but I say: luv the hat!)

What I hate most?


…the mice. o_O
And I'm actually serious about that.

mice rats they are all ugly.

Phantom Penguin
The whole “war” thing.

Oooh yeah. The increased probablity of getting killed does tend to make a job REALLY suck.

One of the best parts of my job is also the worst.
I don't do anything.
If i drew a comic i would get about a years worth in the good 7months i've been working.

The people. :mad:

SpANG
The people. :mad:

But you said that's what you like MOST about your job…

I work 8 and half to 10 hour days. Half of which I spend in a freezing metal box, with dim lighting. The other half is spent in a dirt fill warehouse lifting and moving until I drop. The good news is I work with one other person for most of the day. But the fist 2 hours is spent with a bunch of women who are all PMSing at the same time. I come home everyday stiff and soar. The money…well….it's nothing to brag about. But it gets the bills paid.

So…the thing I hate the most about my job…how pyshically demanding it is. And this makes me a pretty buff young lady.
:cry2:

you go girl

LOL. Yeah….well. It's not all that bad. I do get to listen to my music. And again…I for the most part I work alone and don't have to deal with customers or co-workers. But it's hard. So much lifting! Ahhh….*sighs*

This is going to sound pretty awful of me, but you know what I hate the most about my job? How amazingly uncool the people act.

I mean, they're nice people, sure. (Well, most of them, anyways.) But it's like working in that dingy beige labyrinth sucked the humor and life out of them. I hear people every day making these stupid jokes, stuff like “Yup! Just another day closer to retirement!” or “Heyyy, workin' hard or hardly workin'?” or some equally lame nugget of office humor. And everybody laughs at these things, laughs no matter how many times they've heard them or how awful they are. I've just learned to wear a confused look on the outside when somebody tries to joke around with me, to disguise my moaning on the inside.

Fellow co-workers, if you're going to be witty, be witty. Don't just make a half-hearted swipe at comedy and then go back to working on your little spreadsheet or whatever. I'm not doubting you're interesting people on the inside– quite the contrary, I'm sure you all have interesting backstories. It's just that you need to keep that coolness going inside the office as well as outside of it. Brightening up and/or getting rid of the bland cubicles and the hideous, depressing furniture might help, as would getting rid of the obnoxious “corporate casual” dress code. Also, while I have your attention, could I get a cubicle that isn't right next to the microwave? Whenever somebody heats something up, the smell lingers for, like, days. Especially fish.

IMPORTANT FOOTNOTE: One of my co-workers is named– no lie– Horace Boner. Just thought I'd throw that out there.

I generally like my job. I work in a movie theatre/resteraunt/bar. I could go on a “Clerks” style rant here about the different types of customers we can't stand, but that happens in any job where you have to deal with the public. I love my coworkers, the owners of the place are cool, and I get to meet a buch of neat comedians when they come play there. (most of the people from Best Week Ever on VH1.) I had a major altercation with an ex boyfriend at work, and where a regular job would fire me for it they told me to get a restraining order and banned him from the theatre. I have a degree, but if I can't find a job in art I'd rather work there than at some office. It's like a family.

I FEEL YA

I change what I said in my first post and say my bastard of a co-worker.

I work in a lot of different beting office. 12 hour sift, chavs, puv's, boardem, sreaming fighs over money, mean poeple. lots of free coffie.

I have to be at work at 5:30 am Monday through Friday, and I'm a natural night owl. Then there is the reality of what I do. Before, it wasn't too bad, but now we're in a quiet lull that is borng me to tears. So not only am I completely exhausted, but I'm expected to stay awake for it. Also, while my direct boss is awesome, the higher ups that I have to deal with are annoying, unrealistic, stupid, stupid people.
Ah that felt good.

IM HAPPY YOU GOT THAT OFF YO CHEST, its good for the soul

i hate our customers. We have the dumbest people ever call and buy stuff that they hate. I dont know why they buy it. They complain about how cheap and tacky it is while they give their credit cards numbers. We have to ask for a number on their order form, its a number in a pink shaded box, which we state when asking for the number, they will say “the one in the pink box” Yes. Then they read the number in the blue box. Every single time. You ask if they have coupons or discounts and they always say no, then at the end of the order, “Oh, don't I get the discounts?”

How the short, fat, retarded jackass of a man gets the highest rank.

We can't go home until our platoon sargent lets us, or tells us. One day we were sitting around waiting for this order.
4 hours pass.

We get a call. Its him he says —no shit— this:
Him:“Hey are you guys still working?”
Me:“yeah”
Him: “Oh shit I totally forgot you were working! I went home hours ago, you guys can go home now”
me: “I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!” (I didn't really say that)

Or theres the time in Iraq when we came under fire and he dropped his weapon ran away and hid in a ditch. That was awesome.

So in short: The Leadership.

Phantom Penguin
Or theres the time in Iraq when we came under fire and he dropped his weapon ran away and hid in a ditch. That was awesome.

… Pussy.

damn that must suck. wat a pussy

Ignorant customers. Customers that ask too many questions… seriously just buy or gtfo.

I've got two jobs. artist/waitress. Love my first job and would probably love my second (believe it or not) if it were not for the blatant favortism and double-standards that are excerised on a almost daily basis.
Obviously I'm not one of those favored.

First off I work at a sub/sandwich type shoppe. I don't really dislike my co-workers.

I hate you, the customer, but you'll never know cause I smile and say things like “you have a great day sir!” and “wow, thats really neat”

things of that nature.

so yes, when I'm smiling at work, I'm thinking about how nice it'd be to sock you in the face.

(wow, its sounds alot more bitter when I write it down. O_O)

I work a whole frigan lot, go to high school, and have to worry about getting kicked out of my house.

I've been aggressive skating (urban rolling) for about 8 years now going on my 9th I'm hoping that urban rollerblading will blow up as a fad in the US, that would equal me getting easy sponsors and good money. And a really chill relaxed life.

ugh, clerical work.

Basically I do everyone else's filing and paperwork (which a person looking in from the outside will say is easy…hah…try doing it from 9-5 and you'd be surprised at how mind-numbingly boring it is.) And then they have the nerve to try and strike up conversations with me. I don't want to discuss customer service! It's boring!

hat
Ignorant customers.

You're half right.


Customers.


Just customers in general.

And Managers.

And CHAFAGE.(Don't ask.)

Also, being a cog in the machine, man, it hurts my natural inate need to rebel to work for a corporation.

Lets see. I'm a baker who works 8-5 sat and sun and goes to university (get up at 6am, get home at 7pm >__< IF I SAY ITS WHITE ITS WHITE BREAD. Goddamnit.

And the deli manager…don't eat her tuna salad or chicken or egg salad. Clearly outdated but ‘it smells ok’ 0_o then I have to throw them all out before they're sued for food poisoning…

I like my job…but then I get a jackass. Or the oven wont work, or the rack is suck in said oven…and I live in a french community, and my french isn't great, through I was born and raised in Quebec…I get yelled at in french alot.

Ok, I like my job, but then I don't. Lordy I'm confused 0_o save me :P

i hate my job. it was so busy today and the old ladies were so rude

The thing I hate about my job… I have to go back.

getting blaimed for servicing a meal that the cooks messed up…especially silly stupid things like missing a pickle on their hamburgers. Oh, and being the only one to work the late night shifts while your lazy diner buddies are out partying.