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I ghosted on a call center job before. I never hated a job until I got there. Several times I pulled into the parking lot, sat there, then dipped. I ended up using all my sick days by that February and said fukk it, I'm out.
Have you ever Ghosted from Your Corporate Job?
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I ghosted on a hospital food service job once. The job was both physically and mentally strenuous, dangerous, and honestly, kind of humiliating. I was bad at it...., just wasn't my thing. Didn't help that I was trying to do 28 hours a week while also a full time student. Also didn't help that it only paid 10 bucks an hour (Working as a deli clerk was SO much more worth it...and that job sucked too). Job should have paid at least 12 or 13 (I won't say the name, but this is a giant hospital network in Pittsburgh that I'm talking about, hell, some probably already know who I'm talking about). I think I did like 3 weeks before never going back. Even my parents were
This thread has brought back some memories, if y'all don't mind, I'd like to vent a little bit....
Physically, this shyt was exhausting. Basically, I had to arrive at like 6:30 AM (And since I was taking the bus at the time, that meant I really had to get up at like 5L30 to JUST to barely make the clock-in). Once you're in there, the first thing you do is go to a cold ass freezer and set up a food cart. This was a massive pain in the ass, you're just cold, tired, and practically having to play cot damn twister just to maneuver around other people trying to do the same fukking thing. After the carts and shyt are set up, and after they give everyone their floor assignments for the morning, we're off to the races at around 7:45. A dozen or so of us hitting the elevators with these big ass carts packed with food, drinks, a toaster, a coffee maker, some specialty items, condiments, plates, cups, bowls, trays, knives, forks, etc....trying to rush to our floors to get sick people their breakfast.
Boy did I hate this job. You spend your whole morning pushing a food cart from room to room. Man, I never knew how hard it was to stay on your feet for so long until I had this job. My feet would be aching by the end of the day.
Inside the room you often had to wake people up ("BREAKFAST TIME"). Remember, this is a fukking hospital and we're serving patients. A lot of them are fukked up. It's still dark out, so you're in a dirty, smelly, dimly lit room, talking to half awake people on meds.
The whole food-ordering process was a fukking disaster. Basically, you had this big ass sheet with a listing of things you had to serve. The patients also had a sheet that they could fill out before you got there, this made it a bit easier, but most never filled it out. So you're sitting there with pen and paper in the dark yelling things out and just waiting for them to tell you what they wanted.
After you finally have their order....you exit the room and make the trays. Some people would do room for room (Food came a bit fresher/hotter). Others would pile up a few rooms or even an entire floor. I was fukking lost and never really got a set procedure, so I was mostly running around like a chicken with his head cut off.
Anyways, if people ordered cold food (Cereal, muffins, etc), it wasn't that bad. But the hot food...ugh.
So, each floor had it's own little kitchen area. This is where the microwave was, as well as some other various items that you could get throughout the day without having to go all the way back up to the kitchen when you ran out of shyt. We offered sausages, eggs, pancakes, and maybe a few other things that I can't remember. OF COURSE, the majority of people preferred a hot breakfast, and OF COURSE, this slowed you down tremendously, and also added the extra dimension of needing to serve this shyt in a specific manner less the food get cold.
So basically, the majority of the job that isn't taking orders, is running around from kitchen to cart, looking at poorly written sheets, trying your damnedest not to fukk up patient trays. Did this dude order a muffin, coffee, sausage, and jello? Or did the other guy have the jello, with some pancake, toast, and a banana? Or was that the other room you did, aw fukk!
Some floors could have as little as 2 or 3 people on them...others could have fukking 50.
And this is only HALF of the job BTW....the other half (Lunch and Dinner), I will get to later....
Needless to say, your boy Box Cutta was worn the fukk out at the end of the day....then I had to go sit in lectures.
Mentally the shyt was more confusing than you would expect. A big aspect of the job was making sure that you didn't give patients shyt they weren't supposed to have. Some people couldn't have protein. Some were on liquid diets. Some were gluten free. Some needed specialty items (That you had to check for at the beginning of your shift when you were putting your cart together...if you missed something and the patient really wanted it...you had to go all the way back to the kitchen to grab it, as your managers looked at you as though you were retarded for not checking it off earlier in the day).
Oddly enough, they BARELY gave us any training for this shyt. Like, they gave us a couple of sheets with the different types of diets that people are allowed to have....after that it's on you to make sure the patients don't get funny, and to make sure that your not giving people shyt that might fukk up their recovery.
Some people would try to order shyt they know damn well they were not allowed to have. And because most rooms had multiple patients, people hear the person next to them ordering eggs, sausage, pancake, muffin, chocolate milk, coffee with cream and sugar
.....and they can get....jello and orange juice....
So you're in there getting into these little mini-arguments with people as to what you can and cannot serve them. No, if you're in with a heart issue, you can't have fukking sausage and eggs, you fukking moron....
People that were there for some time had it all down. And if I had stayed, I may have eventually got it down to. But it just felt like you had SO MANY responsibilities for so little pay, and you're trying to balance the service aspect with the healthcare aspect....just exhausting.
In regards to it being dangerous....Have I emphasized that this was a hospital yet? So basically, some of these people are in there with transmittable diseases and shyt. You're all up in the room breathing their air, sometimes you have to move their shyt around to set down their tray, so you're touching their stuff. Outside of each room they posted signs as to what kind of hazard entering each room might have, and you were supposed to use hand sanitizer and change gloves after entering each room...but all of that was just another step that slowed you down and I couldn't afford the time. I was basically throwing caution into the wind a lot of the time.
Once again, LITTLE training on this stuff. Once you were out on your shift you were pretty much working alone. A patient orders a soda that he doesn't want and hands it back to you? Not supposed to take it depending on what the sign on their door said, but that was neither here nor there for me. Thanks mate, I'll hand this out to the next patient!
Lastly, yes, I was a little humiliated.
Doctors and nurses were mostly kind, I'll give them that. But I just felt like shyt showing up to work everyday as someone on the lowest rung working with people that are oftentimes considered amongst the highest rung on the ladder.
And I was BAD at the job....I was sometimes giving people their shyt around 12 o'clock. Other people would finish their floors and have to come help me finish mine. It was embarrassing. I'm not saying that I'm Employee of the Year at other jobs, but I mostly hold my own and don't create burdens for other people. Here, even though everyone kept telling me that it would eventually click, I just felt like the third wheel holding everything back.
If this makes me sound like a whiny, entitled, spoiled, millennial brat....It wasn't for me. I was holding other employees back and wasn't really fast enough or even safe enough for the patients.
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Onto the second (and third) aspect of the job :
I know, I know, I've already "written a book" so I'm not even gonna delve into this as deeply. But basically, after breakfast had been served, you were to report back to the kitchen to clean your carts (Toasters, coffee maker, wipe everything down, etc) and partially set them up for the next morning. After all of this morning shift stuff, everyone was to report back to the kitchen at like 2 (Depending on how fast you were, you might have an hour long break, or you might get 15 minutes). At 2...it was lunch time.
Lunch was done differently. No carts. This was a massive assembly line project. Basically, everyone had their own little station. The people at the top of the line would send down a tray with a sheet next to it. You had to quickly glance at the sheet, and grab the shyt needed from your station and put it on the tray. This process was more difficult than I'm describing it (Once again, physically and mentally exhausting), but like I said, I said too much already so I'ma just leave it at that.
If you were around for the dinner shift (Which I was on Saturdays), you had to do this assembly line thing twice.
There was also cleaning shyt involved (Trays, the kitchen, garbage bags, etc). A little bit of warehouse shyt involved (We occasionally had to do some of the stocking in the freezer). A jobs a job, but this was taking too much out of me with school. I had already made my displeasure known to a few of my managers so I doubt they were surprised when I didn't show up. They never even called.
TL;DR :
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....to make a long story short, yes, I ghosted this. I was extremely unhappy, didn't *really* need it (It would have been nice to have saved up more bread that final year, but everything worked out okay in the end), and to be frank, I was bad at it.
I'm grateful that I'll never have to work a job like this ever again.
Thought about it a couple of times... but I that realize that I'm poor.
I wish I could do this but I'm not in a position to stack and leave. It's a horrible feeling to go to work everyday to a place that you hate but you have no other choice until you find something else.
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