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I had a bad experience in an optical shop I worked in.... I shoved a guy into the lens grinder.... He made a spectacle of himself |
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I worked for a family company; brother, sister, two daughters and a cousin. All of them where bipolar. Now THAT was a hostile work environment. Isn't it weird to work for a family company where the members have issues of their own and bring it to work? Total drama to witness. Ya like there wasn't enough drama at work, I had to listen to them whine about all the stuff that happens after hours too. |
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Edited by
Thoughtfulthug
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Sun 05/31/09 09:28 PM
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I worked for a family company; brother, sister, two daughters and a cousin. All of them where bipolar. Now THAT was a hostile work environment. The people I worked with were angry and violent. They would have screaming matches and throw things in my office.... good times! Sometimes I get an impression that some family need a religious structure to live their life upon. That is only because of my recent experience of seeing how well organized they are. Yes they do have faults, but they do have many attributes of hard working professionalism. And that is what all matters in a family-run business. |
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Three letters...KFC. Chicken hell. Don't eat it 
Wuss.. Mine was slopping out 2 chicken houses that held 3,000 chickens. I'd turn the water on at one end, and then start pulling the straw out at the other end as it got flushed out. Try that when it's been 105 degrees for a week or two. 
You win. I guess I can't complain about my job at Jeepers huh.. |
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Three letters...KFC. Chicken hell. Don't eat it
Wuss.. Mine was slopping out 2 chicken houses that held 3,000 chickens. I'd turn the water on at one end, and then start pulling the straw out at the other end as it got flushed out. Try that when it's been 105 degrees for a week or two.
Hey it wasn't just how ****ty the actual labour was. The assistant manager was a drunk and drug addict and made my life a nightmare for 6months! When I left I actually told her she was a horrible C-word (and I hate that word) so I wasn't allowed back in there. Which sucked in a town of 6000 people 
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I worked for a family company; brother, sister, two daughters and a cousin. All of them where bipolar. Now THAT was a hostile work environment. The people I worked with were angry and violent. They would have screaming matches and throw things in my office.... good times! Sometimes I get an impression that some family need a religious structure to live their life upon. That is only because of my recent experience of seeing how well organized they are. Yes they do have faults, but they do have many attributes of hard working professionalism. And that is what all matters in a family-run business. Oh that is true. I worked for another family run business - father, mother, son. They were all very professional. I really enjoyed working there. |
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Grew up in a small farming town, not many jobs outside farming.
Picked peas for 2 cents a pound (lasted about 3-1/2 days) yuk!!! Walked behind a tractor spraying weeds (we were hooked to the tractor - it had a barrel of herbicide on the back - with a hose and nozzle) would place the nozzle over the weed and spray it, making sure not to spray the mint. Made $1.25 an hour, (okay was in about 1967 or so). (A year or so later were replaced by a flock of geese  , guess they were cheaper.)
Babysat for my cousin's 4 kids after school and on weekends when I was 13 for that full year, cooked dinner, did laundry, ironing, vacuuming, whatever, for 50 cents an hour. Picked strawberries for 50 cents a flat. Worked in my first restaurant at 17, a hamburger joint, in 1968, for $1.25 an hour. It was a pretty good job though. |
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My first job driving a truck was loading, hualing, driving and delivering 6000 gallons of liquid pig sh!t. No matter what I did, everything that I ate, drank, smelled or smoked tasted like my job.
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My first job driving a truck was loading, hualing, driving and delivering 6000 gallons of liquid pig sh!t. No matter what I did, everything that I ate, drank, smelled or smoked tasted like my job.
Glad I ate earlier...I would have been sick for real.
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My first job driving a truck was loading, hualing, driving and delivering 6000 gallons of liquid pig sh!t. No matter what I did, everything that I ate, drank, smelled or smoked tasted like my job.
 Man...I hope they paid you very well for that. haha
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They didn't pay me too good, but it was experience when nobody else would give me a job driving and it was a paycheck.
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Well the worst was my first official job at sixteen... before that I always worked for cash mowing lawns and delivering the paper.. This job lasted two days all together and I was like f*ck this!! ha! It was at a recycling plant in Pa. I was in a hot stinking building with mounds of garbage and conveyer belts that I separated broken bottles from rotted food and everything else people threw out.. I almost got hit by the fork lift driver three times on the first day.. because it was extremely loud in there with the machines and I couldn't hear him backing up..
I had a hard hat, ear plugs, eye shields that would get garbage on them and be smeared into being useless.. The guys I worked with were like 50 but they looked like they were 150...ha! Teeth missing and all around ignoramuses. Two days and I walked out... I got a job the next week working in a halfway decent restaurant prep cooking... Boy have things changed... It's almost like a different life all together now.. |
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My first job driving a truck was loading, hualing, driving and delivering 6000 gallons of liquid pig sh!t. No matter what I did, everything that I ate, drank, smelled or smoked tasted like my job.
i shovelled the pig sh!t from the pens through college, 55 pens...i may have supplied your trucks in a round about way 30 some years ago, lol!
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Isn't it funny how we look back and KNOW that those were the worst jobs we ever had, but we did whatever we could to get money??
Most young people these days look at the fact that we made less than 7 bucks an hour doing really backbreaking work and figure that we were insane to even consider doing it. Hell. The place where I work now pays 8 bucks an hour starting, and the kids that get jobs there at the beginning of the season all act like our company OWES them a job. |
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Edited by
quiet_2008
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Sun 05/31/09 10:18 PM
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I once worked in a produce factory. but I got fired for putting my finger in the pickle slicer
the pickle slicer got fired too |
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I once worked in a produce factory. but I got fired for putting my finger in the pickle slicer the pickle slicer got fired too |
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I once worked in a produce factory. but I got fired for putting my finger in the pickle slicer the pickle slicer got fired too
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recycling center
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recycling center It was nasty wasn't it? You get home and you want to burn your clothes.. 
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i road on the back of a garbage truck of a man who already killed one person. smashed him off a house.. he only lost his cdl for 1 year.. well i road on the back of that bad boy for over a year at 5.15$ an hour
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