52K posts over the past 6 years and you're talking about being a basement dweller and my mom paying my bills? I have pictures on this forum of my apartment, cars, watches-- hell, even me in 1st class sitting next to Russell Westbrook. And you out here telling stories about running laps for a damn job. Stop the madness.
I found out about the shyt on Craigslist, showed up dressed up for the interview which similar to you was easy as hell which was a red flag.After leaving my job as a bill collector I started to run out of money so I looked in the classified ads and the first thing that caught my eye was an ad that said $2000 a week...of course I already broke out that calculator and got all excited. I got suited and booted, went to the office, and the red flags started flying; it was in some old ass building and the interview process was just too easy.
So I made it to the first day and it seemed mad cultist, the first day they played a gang of pop songs(I remember Toxic by Britney SpearsI was willing to give it a chance until they mentioned that you don't make anything unless you follow through with a complete appointment. We all hop in the van and walk around a neighborhood aimlessly, and they show what we had to do... shyt was like one of them informercials
had to clean a whole section of their house and shyt...and we had to be suited up too. I dipped after two days, pissed as fukk.
"What's the job?" That's when it gets revealed to me that it's a sales job with Kirby Vacuums I didn't like it already but I was gonna give it a shot, I'm like 22-23 at the time and open to learning shyt.
I start to compare myself to them as a young straitlaced college dude like I don't belong here We go to lunch and come back and dude starts drawing the literal pyramid scheme diagram on the board like "See I'm at the top and you guys are underneath me, but if you sell enough Kirbys you might get to be in my spot one day...."
slowly realizing I'd been got. Next break I called my mom and like "Can you pick me up" and dipped the fukk outta there, texted dude I ain't coming back 
you'll do good here, it's easy. All you gotta do is watch these old people...................
and wipe their ass if they shut.
You're leaving aren't you
"God body not clean dookie".I had a temp job when I was back home for summer break from college. They'd send me to different offices and I hated every job and wanted to quit every assignment after the first day. Most were just standing for 7.5 hours in mail rooms sorting envelopes.
The agency was in Harlem and the guy who ran it liked me because he knew my pops plus I was professional and not on some hood shyt so he gave me a special assignment.
I go to the place and it's in a small building that seemed empty. It looked like a storage facility. The brother I was training with met me outside and said he was taking vacation so I was his stand in as it's a one man job. Also swore it was the easiest job ever. They all said that
We get to the office and there's an alarm to get in. He shows me how to turn it off and on and we go in. There's nothing but a room with some shelves and random IBM computer parts. It's not even hard drives or peripherals but tiny pieces like chips and things I've never seen. To the side there's a small office with just a couch, chair, desk, and fax machine
The job is this; a fax comes through and you look at a code on it. You see a "B" that means you can ignore the fax because that part isn't in stock. Anything else you get the part off the shelf, put it in an envelope, and the UPS man stops buy between 4-4:30 to collect.
That's it. That the whole job. He tells me on most days you only get 6-8 faxes. On a busy day 12 but mind you only half will get shipped. You don't see or speak to another person until UPS shows up. I did that for a few days and was losing my mind since you're just watching the clock. It was literally like 20 minutes of actual work.
This is before the smart phone era so there's nothing to entertain you. It was like solitary confinement.
After the two weeks were up I got my check and they paid like $20+ and hour which was damn near triple of the other gigs. I got back to the other jobs and realized how much I missed just working dolo. Told the agency boss I needed that other gig back. He reached out to the brother who works there and he put in some more vacation time just to look out for me
Turns out he had been working that job for years, was making $40 and hour and actually bought a house DC but commuted to NY everyday. I asked him why he'd go through the trouble and he said it's because it's the easiest job in the world
Those next two weeks I brought in books to read, magazines, comics, and got a Gameboy to kill the time. I never had a better job after that. Zero stress mental or physical. Wish I kept in touch with dude because he said he could put me on when I was done with school.
Lmao. Breh you can't just walk away from that. You gotta get that pizza dough right.I had a job making pizza at a spot called round table when I was 19. I did orientation with homeboy who was quiting on how to disarm the alarm and make the dough for the pizza. I thought cool, light work. But all my pizza came out in the shape of a football, this old bytch delivery driver kept starting shyt with me about it and didn't find it funny when I said "its football season anyway". Next morning I came in and all my dough kept coming our football shaped again so I threw the keys on the table and left a note that said "make it yourself" and I left. I know they was mad because they had no pizza dough made for the day when the store opened
.I had a temp job when I was back home for summer break from college. They'd send me to different offices and I hated every job and wanted to quit every assignment after the first day. Most were just standing for 7.5 hours in mail rooms sorting envelopes.
The agency was in Harlem and the guy who ran it liked me because he knew my pops plus I was professional and not on some hood shyt so he gave me a special assignment.
I go to the place and it's in a small building that seemed empty. It looked like a storage facility. The brother I was training with met me outside and said he was taking vacation so I was his stand in as it's a one man job. Also swore it was the easiest job ever. They all said that
We get to the office and there's an alarm to get in. He shows me how to turn it off and on and we go in. There's nothing but a room with some shelves and random IBM computer parts
The job is this; a fax comes through and you look at a code on it. You see a "B" that means you can ignore the fax because that part isn't in stock. Anything else you get the part off the shelf, put it in an envelope, and the UPS man stops buy between 4-4:30 to collect.
That's it. That the whole job. He tells me on most days you only get 6-8 faxes. On a busy day 12 but mind you only half will get shipped. You don't see or speak to another person until UPS shows up. I did that for a few days and was losing my mind since you're just watching the clock. It was literally like 20 minutes of actual work.
This is before the smart phone era so there's nothing to entertain you. It was like solitary confinement.
After the two weeks were up I got my check and they paid like $20+ and hour which was damn near triple of the other gigs
Turns out he had been working that job for years, was making $40 and hour and actually bought a house DC but commuted to NY everyday. I asked him why he'd go through the trouble and he said it's because it's the easiest job in the world
Those next two weeks I brought in books to read, magazines, comics, and got a Gameboy to kill the time. I never had a better job after that. Zero stress mental or physical. Wish I kept in touch with dude because he said he could put me on when I was done with school.
Thats better than Jason Bourne's best time.
You are by yourself all day with no one bothering you. Starting pay was decent with three guaranteed pay raises within a year. Sounds too good to be true but...
The whole job feels like those people trying to find treasure at the beach with an old ass metal detector. The underground utility lines are laid out like someone’s cardiovascular system in hella places. And accidentally marking the wrong utility can cause an explosion. Supervisors will antagonize you. My supervisor looked and acted like a harassing police officer, like a Latino version of Pac man from Colors. 
Made me feel like an idiot for the lack of training they provided. I woulda smacked the fukk out of him for talking to me like that off clock. The camera in the truck picks up every little driving mistake you make... like braking too hard or not turning smooth enough. Every little driving infraction you have results in a coaching and threat of termination. Plus you are expected to work every hour the sun is out which is a hella long day in the summer, 12+ hours a day. 
After a week and a half in the field, I abandoned the truck in a random apartment complex a few miles from home, left the keys in the glove compartment and walked home in the pouring rain, but it felt oh so satisfying. 
[/QUOTE]@Trying to sell nikkas in the hood a vacuum cleaner for 1500
