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[wickedflea]

Flugh. It's another one of those days. I'm in a good mood, but I feel like I'm sprinting around like a madman. I've gotten exactly one thing done all week that I needed to for my projects. The rest of the time has been spent dealing with departmental stuff like tracking down missing checks in accounting, finding indexers and proofreaders, and dog knows what else. That's the half of my job that can be sort of a drag--the departmental editorial assistant half. The reprints editor gig is almost always cool. The other part would actually be OK and break up the day a bit, but the two halves of my job should really be two separate jobs. In fact, they used to BE two separate jobs. I wonder if I should hold out for more money? HAHAHA. right.

But I shouldn't complain. I do enjoy this job, and I won't be doing assistant-type stuff forever. It could be a lot worse--I could have a shitty job, like flipping burgers with a tie on. :)

So what's the shittiest job you've ever had? I'll post about mine later on; I have to decide which one takes top honors!

[Poll #77133]

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When I was 16....

[rottensick.livejournal.com]

Besides Burger King? Quartz Mountain Animal Hospital. I took care of the animals in boarding.

I had to wear earplugs in the back room because the dogs would bark so loud and then it all start going to my head and I couldn't sleep at night, all I would hear was dogs barking in my sleep. Naturally, my co workers hated me because they were always yelling for me to do things and I couldn't hear them because of the earplugs.

My manager did not ever stop bitching for one reason or another, even when one of the larger dogs injured me. The person who worked with me in boarding was this grouchy little old lady. I had to deal with small rat like dogs pissing everywhere. They would make me clean up the horrendous surgery clothes which were covered in god only knows what besides blood.

I decided it was my last day there when they tried to get me to clean up this cage in which it looked as if some dog's ass exploded everywhere. I think on that day I had some sort of nervous breakdown so needless to say when break came along I walked out the door and never walked back in.

I hated the people there and the duties but I loved the animals. I would sit there and talk to them because they were pretty much the only one's who would listen to me.

expanding upon poll answer

[rufus.livejournal.com]

The Job From Hell:

in addition to not being able to use the fileserver, and having at least one of the worst bosses ever (more about her in a minute), the admin assistant positions were really nothing but a jumped up typing pool. We did nothing independent or creative.

We typed invoices (ON TYPEWRITERS!), registered people for classes -- on a DOS system -- in 1999! We had to reboot the machines with a *boot disk* to switch from Windows to DOS to perform this function -- several times per day. (One of the girls was still using the DOS wordperfect, too, I had to personally sit down and teach her how to use Word, and how to mail merge in Word.)

Training wasn't centralized, b/c all the salespeople had ever so slightly different systems, rules and expectations, and training was mostly done ad hoc. Anything that went wrong with letters, shipments, set-ups, any aspect of a class -- all our fault, even if it wasn't. Didn't matter if it was the SE that screwed up, it was *our* fault for not checking and double checking every single little aspect.

Tech support may as well have been nonexistant -- their approach was to teach the assistants and then inform us *we* had to instruct our bosses.

The last straw for me was when Evil Boss called me into explain for the nth time how to find a document (she had two My Documents folders, somehow), and after I showed her, carefully and patiently, how to find the documet, and watched as she wrote it down, as I was leaving I saw her *crumple up her notes and thrown them away.* I was *livid*. I actually said, "Don't you THROW that away." (pause, realize I have scolded boss) "You might need it later."

It was all downhill from there. I ultimately quit maybe six weeks later, right after they made me Employee of the Month.

oh, there are so many more stories i could tell about that particular sojurn in hades. *chuckle*

[mipplet.livejournal.com]

I don't think anyone can beat the drag queen waitress gig!

[deadflowers.livejournal.com]

dairy queen, my first job.
i worked there for a summer when i was sixteen.
since, i've had a string of good jobs or no jobs.

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

I think I would have to say bagging groceries. Whenever the boss would send me to the parking lot for carts, I'd intentionally take as few as possible. Eventually they caught on and I was canned. Heh.