Lord_nikon
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What Was One Job That You HATED The Most?
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I work at a call center now.
I know EXACTLY how you feel.But I plan on leaving this bytch before the summer is done.
I work at a call center now.
But I plan on leaving this bytch before the summer is done.
im fully convinced purgatory is a call center.
Kenyan West
lazy fba philly nikka,
I've had backbreaking UPS style jobs and mindless lockbox processing jobs. I was even a security officer for a little bit. But these jobs were easy to deal with because of the fun people on my team and one of my greatest strengths : The ability to seem busy when I'm really BSing around.
Worst job I ever had was a Pitney Bowes Mailroom Clerk for a Law Firm in downtown Philly. It involved me pushing a loud and creaky mail cart through 12 floors collecting and dropping off mail/boxes to all of the lawyer's secretaries. All of the black people were (and still are) in the basement in the mailroom, so when we went on the lawroom floors we had to be the biggest ass kissing, "yes sir" c00ns of all time, because "[insert lawyer] makes over a million a year."
Our manager ( a black dude) beat that in our heads everyday, because he himself was terrified of frail old cac ladies who'd complain at the drop of a hat and put his job in jeopardy. Imagine interacting with dozens of old ass republican cacs over highly sensitive mail and law documents on a daily basis and you're a young black dude in an ill fitted uniform, making 12 dollars an hour part time. They had zero qualms with talking slick to you to your face. However, telling them that yes, my father has always been in my life, I have never been to jail, I have zero kids and I'll be here short term because of my background in finance/accounting was always amusing though. They deeply didn't like that, so they always deflected to talking about the "crazy opportunities" available in the mailroom.
I quit that job in six months, even though I needed the money. Fortunately, as soon as I quit, I got an offer for a sweet job in Finance, much to the chagrin of my supervisor/peers.
What I've learned from that job though is that I could never be a supplicating, weak, meek, underachieving c00n. That shyt takes way too much effort and is extremely draining. I looked around at my coworkers and they planned to be in that position for years. They genuinely felt that these cacs looked out for their best interests. They loved the routine, the daily reminders that they were worthless.
They seriously asked me why I would leave and accept the auditing job, said I should be worried about all of the "risk" and "responsibility." Definitely a very eye opening gig, a reminder of where I could end up if I had the ambitions of a typical nikka.
Worst job I ever had was a Pitney Bowes Mailroom Clerk for a Law Firm in downtown Philly. It involved me pushing a loud and creaky mail cart through 12 floors collecting and dropping off mail/boxes to all of the lawyer's secretaries. All of the black people were (and still are) in the basement in the mailroom, so when we went on the lawroom floors we had to be the biggest ass kissing, "yes sir" c00ns of all time, because "[insert lawyer] makes over a million a year."
Our manager ( a black dude) beat that in our heads everyday, because he himself was terrified of frail old cac ladies who'd complain at the drop of a hat and put his job in jeopardy. Imagine interacting with dozens of old ass republican cacs over highly sensitive mail and law documents on a daily basis and you're a young black dude in an ill fitted uniform, making 12 dollars an hour part time. They had zero qualms with talking slick to you to your face. However, telling them that yes, my father has always been in my life, I have never been to jail, I have zero kids and I'll be here short term because of my background in finance/accounting was always amusing though. They deeply didn't like that, so they always deflected to talking about the "crazy opportunities" available in the mailroom.
I quit that job in six months, even though I needed the money. Fortunately, as soon as I quit, I got an offer for a sweet job in Finance, much to the chagrin of my supervisor/peers.
What I've learned from that job though is that I could never be a supplicating, weak, meek, underachieving c00n. That shyt takes way too much effort and is extremely draining. I looked around at my coworkers and they planned to be in that position for years. They genuinely felt that these cacs looked out for their best interests. They loved the routine, the daily reminders that they were worthless.
They seriously asked me why I would leave and accept the auditing job, said I should be worried about all of the "risk" and "responsibility." Definitely a very eye opening gig, a reminder of where I could end up if I had the ambitions of a typical nikka.
Liquor distribution warehouse
I damn near died my first day
I think I had a concussion too
I damn near died my first dayI think I had a concussion too
SouljaVoy
♥ Black Love
Pretty much every job I've had in my life sucked ass in some kind of way.....
Can't even think of the worst cause I hated them all after a while....and I've yet to find a job which I was satisfied with pay.
Can't even think of the worst cause I hated them all after a while....and I've yet to find a job which I was satisfied with pay.
DamnPretty much every job I've had in my life sucked ass in some kind of way.....
G.O.A.T Squad Spokesman
Logic Is Absent Wherever Hate Is Present
Are they that bad?
Blackout
just your usual nerdy brotha
UPS doesn't pay well
Behind-the-wheel
Living dead
Geez...where to start?
1. Front counter at a "Sandwich & Coffee Shop" (in midtown manhattan near MSG)
Let's see...it was the summer I got out of high school and my moms didn't want me making money doing unscrupulous things as I had been in high school. So she suggested I find a legit job by looking in the classifieds in the NY Post.
Yeah...okay.
So I shut off a good stream of revenue to find this "Legit Job".
I answer an ad looking for a cashier at a deli and they tell me to come on in for an interview.
So I put on my good clothes and head down to this place with a tie and suit jacket and when I show up everyone in the store busts out laughing when they find out I'm there for the interview. They tell me the suit ain't necessary and that I could come in with jeans and a t-shirt. So I'm like okay, what are my responsibilities?
They tell me I'll be ringing up customer orders...I'm good...done that before...Shake hands with the manager and fill out the paperwork. Plan to come back the next day and start my new job.
I get back to the store and it's early in the morning, getting ready for the morning rush. All of a sudden at about 0600, the doors fling open and all these damn business people in suits bust in and start ransacking the shelves and shyt and then running up to me to ring up their shyt. These white guys are yelling and shyt gettin rowdy and I'm just lookin at em like.
Waitin for one of em to get froggy.
The manager/owner comes running to the front...shoves me off the register and starts ringing up the orders and yells at me to go help out in the prep area for the sandwiches.
I'm like "Yo..this mothafukka did NOT just push me off and tell me to go to the back!!!"
So i'm like fukkit and head to the back and the young dude back there tells me that the manager gets like that in the mornings cause he doesn't want a penny to escape the store. I'm like whatever.
So the morning rush passes and the day goes on. The manager comes up to me and tells me that he wants me to learn how to make cappuccino on the machine. I walk over to the coffee area and the chick on the machine starts showing me how it works but all I can stare at is her ass and t*ts and I didn't learn a damned thing. When the first customer came up and asked for a cappuccino I fukked it up and they complained to the manager.
So he pulls me off the coffee area and tells me I'm going to be making deliveries.
Now, I don't know a damn thing about that area of manhattan or what building is what building. So when people call in the order and the tell me to take it to "The Holsworth Building"...I'm like WTF is that!?
I had to call the customer back and ask them for a physical address and directions so I could find the place.
So after 4 hours of getting lost and delivering lunch for these executives mad late...I get to go home after the manager all but curses me out.
I get home and figure I'm gonna be delivering shyt...may as well take my rollerblades tomorrow.
The next day, I skate to the train, skate to work and do deliveries on my blades.
Things were goin real well until I got t-boned by a damn cab.
That was it.
I was done.
I went back to the shop and pulled an "I quit" scene from "Half-Baked".
After walking out, I realized I still needed a job.
So I got across the street from MSG and smelled some good shyt in the air...turned and looked and it was coming from "Nathans".
Decided...hell, if I'm gonna work someplace...it may as well taste good!
And that started crappy job #2....
(continued)
1. Front counter at a "Sandwich & Coffee Shop" (in midtown manhattan near MSG)
Let's see...it was the summer I got out of high school and my moms didn't want me making money doing unscrupulous things as I had been in high school. So she suggested I find a legit job by looking in the classifieds in the NY Post.
Yeah...okay.
So I shut off a good stream of revenue to find this "Legit Job".
I answer an ad looking for a cashier at a deli and they tell me to come on in for an interview.
So I put on my good clothes and head down to this place with a tie and suit jacket and when I show up everyone in the store busts out laughing when they find out I'm there for the interview. They tell me the suit ain't necessary and that I could come in with jeans and a t-shirt. So I'm like okay, what are my responsibilities?
They tell me I'll be ringing up customer orders...I'm good...done that before...Shake hands with the manager and fill out the paperwork. Plan to come back the next day and start my new job.
I get back to the store and it's early in the morning, getting ready for the morning rush. All of a sudden at about 0600, the doors fling open and all these damn business people in suits bust in and start ransacking the shelves and shyt and then running up to me to ring up their shyt. These white guys are yelling and shyt gettin rowdy and I'm just lookin at em like.
Waitin for one of em to get froggy.
The manager/owner comes running to the front...shoves me off the register and starts ringing up the orders and yells at me to go help out in the prep area for the sandwiches.
I'm like "Yo..this mothafukka did NOT just push me off and tell me to go to the back!!!"
So i'm like fukkit and head to the back and the young dude back there tells me that the manager gets like that in the mornings cause he doesn't want a penny to escape the store. I'm like whatever.
So the morning rush passes and the day goes on. The manager comes up to me and tells me that he wants me to learn how to make cappuccino on the machine. I walk over to the coffee area and the chick on the machine starts showing me how it works but all I can stare at is her ass and t*ts and I didn't learn a damned thing. When the first customer came up and asked for a cappuccino I fukked it up and they complained to the manager.
So he pulls me off the coffee area and tells me I'm going to be making deliveries.
Now, I don't know a damn thing about that area of manhattan or what building is what building. So when people call in the order and the tell me to take it to "The Holsworth Building"...I'm like WTF is that!?
I had to call the customer back and ask them for a physical address and directions so I could find the place.
So after 4 hours of getting lost and delivering lunch for these executives mad late...I get to go home after the manager all but curses me out.
I get home and figure I'm gonna be delivering shyt...may as well take my rollerblades tomorrow.
The next day, I skate to the train, skate to work and do deliveries on my blades.
Things were goin real well until I got t-boned by a damn cab.
That was it.
I was done.
I went back to the shop and pulled an "I quit" scene from "Half-Baked".
After walking out, I realized I still needed a job.
So I got across the street from MSG and smelled some good shyt in the air...turned and looked and it was coming from "Nathans".
Decided...hell, if I'm gonna work someplace...it may as well taste good!
And that started crappy job #2....
(continued)
Behind-the-wheel
Living dead
2. Grease Monkey for Nathans (mid-town manhattan outside MSG)
...So I roll in and go up to the front counter and ask if they have any openings. Cute lil african sista behind the counter tells me to see the manager. She calls him and he comes out of his office. Tall indian guy, sharp looking, didn't smell like curry, spoke well, well groomed, might not be too bad...
He asks me if I'm interested in working there, I answer yes, hands me the application, I fill it out upstairs in the sitting area and hand it to him, he tells me i'm hired without even looking over the app.
That was the first red flag.
So I get a tour of the store, the basement/dungeon where they stored the potatoes for the fries, the upstairs eating area, the fry-cutting machine and the deep fryers, the grill and the oil storage area. Then he tells me to come back in the morning for training.
So next day...I get there and I get trained on the grill, fry fryers and the fry cutting machine. The whole time I'm staring at this cute lil african honey's tight thick body. Smellin like dark chocolate hot dogs and fries...I just wanted to eat her up!!!!
But I learned it all and instead of going to work behind the grill and register like I expected...The manager leads me to his office and tells me I'm going to be doing advertising for the store. Then he walks me down to the basement and leads me to this big closet in the corner.
My mind is racing and I'm wondering if I'm about to get murked in this dark basement...
He opens the closet and there's this fukkin hot dog suit in there...
A fukkin buns and hot dog SUIT!!!
The manager tells me I'm going to be wearing it while passing out flyers on the street!!
I didn't know whether to laugh or quit.
I chose to laugh and decided to give it a try.
From the moment I came within a foot of that damned hotdog suit my nose was lit!
The thing smelled like old sweat, plastic and underarm funk.
I wanted to bail but the thought of missing out on seeing african honey, the free food and the money made me put the suit on.
So I'm dying in this suit from the smell. It's already getting hot in the suit and I'm still indoors in the air conditioning!!!
The manager helps me to the door and I go out and the laughs start immediately.
I'm trying to balance this suit that has a small mesh square to see out of while simultaneously trying to hand out flyers to people I Can't really see too well and people are kicking me...smacking the back of the suit and running and I can't see a damn thing.
I'm sweating like a pig in this stupid heavy ass rubber suit and people are messin with me!!!
So I pull my arms back inside the arm-holes in the suit so I can wipe my sweaty forehead and someone came by and kicked the suit in the side and knocked me over!!
I'm stuck rolling around on the ground in this funky ass suit like a gaddamned turtle on it's back and people are laughing at me and kicking me as they walk past and I'm screaming for help and it was about 5 minutes before the manager came out to help me up.
Cussed his ass out and took that damned suit off right there on the street and threatened to quit!
He called me back and said I wouldn't have to wear the suit anymore but I would be working the register and grill now.
I still think that was some fukked up initiation bullshyt to this day.
So I stayed there about 5 months over the fall and winter working and eating and enjoying having a steady job.
I can't remember what job I left there for though...Never did get the lil african honey in bed.
She friendzoned me somethin awful yo....
...So I roll in and go up to the front counter and ask if they have any openings. Cute lil african sista behind the counter tells me to see the manager. She calls him and he comes out of his office. Tall indian guy, sharp looking, didn't smell like curry, spoke well, well groomed, might not be too bad...
He asks me if I'm interested in working there, I answer yes, hands me the application, I fill it out upstairs in the sitting area and hand it to him, he tells me i'm hired without even looking over the app.
That was the first red flag.
So I get a tour of the store, the basement/dungeon where they stored the potatoes for the fries, the upstairs eating area, the fry-cutting machine and the deep fryers, the grill and the oil storage area. Then he tells me to come back in the morning for training.
So next day...I get there and I get trained on the grill, fry fryers and the fry cutting machine. The whole time I'm staring at this cute lil african honey's tight thick body. Smellin like dark chocolate hot dogs and fries...I just wanted to eat her up!!!!
But I learned it all and instead of going to work behind the grill and register like I expected...The manager leads me to his office and tells me I'm going to be doing advertising for the store. Then he walks me down to the basement and leads me to this big closet in the corner.
My mind is racing and I'm wondering if I'm about to get murked in this dark basement...
He opens the closet and there's this fukkin hot dog suit in there...
A fukkin buns and hot dog SUIT!!!
The manager tells me I'm going to be wearing it while passing out flyers on the street!!
I didn't know whether to laugh or quit.
I chose to laugh and decided to give it a try.
From the moment I came within a foot of that damned hotdog suit my nose was lit!
The thing smelled like old sweat, plastic and underarm funk.
I wanted to bail but the thought of missing out on seeing african honey, the free food and the money made me put the suit on.
So I'm dying in this suit from the smell. It's already getting hot in the suit and I'm still indoors in the air conditioning!!!
The manager helps me to the door and I go out and the laughs start immediately.
I'm trying to balance this suit that has a small mesh square to see out of while simultaneously trying to hand out flyers to people I Can't really see too well and people are kicking me...smacking the back of the suit and running and I can't see a damn thing.
I'm sweating like a pig in this stupid heavy ass rubber suit and people are messin with me!!!
So I pull my arms back inside the arm-holes in the suit so I can wipe my sweaty forehead and someone came by and kicked the suit in the side and knocked me over!!
I'm stuck rolling around on the ground in this funky ass suit like a gaddamned turtle on it's back and people are laughing at me and kicking me as they walk past and I'm screaming for help and it was about 5 minutes before the manager came out to help me up.
Cussed his ass out and took that damned suit off right there on the street and threatened to quit!
He called me back and said I wouldn't have to wear the suit anymore but I would be working the register and grill now.
I still think that was some fukked up initiation bullshyt to this day.
So I stayed there about 5 months over the fall and winter working and eating and enjoying having a steady job.
I can't remember what job I left there for though...Never did get the lil african honey in bed.
She friendzoned me somethin awful yo....
Kenyan West
lazy fba philly nikka,
Thanks, family. Just a nikka trying to do great things.