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Disaster Jobs - When You Knew It Wasn't Right


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Okay, i'm starting this thread mainly to give myself a laugh, from my own experience. We've all been in situations when we knew we shouldn't have accepted the job, or it just didn't feel right. I will tell you about 2 of mine.

 

Btw, thread title inspired by other thread in this forum, titled Interview and Work Disasters.

 

Job no. 1

 

Accepted a job as an Account Manager. After training for 6 weeks, i became the account manager with no accounts. When they finally handed over some "accounts", they were redundant, 1/2 yearly and 1/4 yearly clients, at best. That was after witnessing the other account managers as they all scrambled to secure the so called desirable accounts.

 

It was an exceptionally dysfunctional workplace, with the senior account manager being a compulsive liar, expecting us to lie to clients and then be as nice as pie to them after being subjected to her jaded view of them. She regularly flashed cleavage at desperate, middle aged owner. Owner patronizers workers for no reason. Owner in the midst of a mid-life crisis, orders a brand new BMW, brags about it, only to have to lay off 6 people 3 weeks later. Great money management.

 

Owner patronises competitor, whom is 1/2 his age, with a BMW. I quietly reminded him that this guy must be doing something right.

 

Can anybody equal this?

 

All i can say is when you know it isn't right, RUN!

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Thing is, knowing that a disaster job is not right for you, do you still stay in said "disaster job"?

 

This is the tough question. My post was mainly pertaining to "feeling" that the job isn't right for you, from interview stage, and even when you're going in on your first day. This needs to be seperated from the usual first day anxiety, but these feelings scream at you.

 

Unfortunately, we don't know it's going to be a disaster (sometimes) until we've been there for a few months.

 

A few years ago, i would have said, yes, stay in it, do your 6 months and then change. But, now, i'd leave as soon as it didn't work out and explain to future employers that it didn't work out, why i left and what i hope to achieve. As long as you leave disaster job amaciably and present well to the next employer, i don't think you've got a problem.

 

The only exception to this rule is if you really need the money. Then i'd say, hang on. Use the job to save and then leave.

 

At the very least, disaster jobs give us something to laugh about at the dinner table or at parties.

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I'd say my current job is a disaster. At least partially.

 

I get to work with Canon DSLRs and shoot campus sporting events and build my portfolio and canoodle with all the cool sports people.

 

But my boss treats me like a 3-year-old and always comments on my weight.

 

"Have you lost a few pounds? You're looking good. I have no parental feelings towards you."

 

Yeah. He's creepy. And I'm convinced he's bipolar. One day he loves me, the next, I left 5 minutes early and he hates me. I'd rather he just hate me. Blech.

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My first job was a disaster right from the interview. In the middle of it the lady asked me if I had Tourette's. I don't recall randomly swearing at all, so I said no. I told mother about the interview, and she got mad because apparently asking that question is illegal, so she went to the store and I can assume she gave some people an earful of mother rage and threats. Well next thing I know I got the job.

 

and what a sad job it was, $5.50 an hour for grocery store custodial work. How mentally stimulating those 5 hours a day were.

 

3:00PM: Sweep the floor

4:00PM: Mop the floor

5:00PM: Sweep the floor

6:00PM: Mop the floor

7:00PM: Sweep the floor

 

this is why i can sympathize with Crazy Jimmy from Chad Vader. It's easy to see how he got that way.

 

Then there was the back room where you dumped and hosed out the mop bucket and they piled all the garbage bags, it looked and smelled like something out of Saw.

 

But the sweeping and the mopping wasn't the worst part. It was when the interview lady gave me special assignments to scrub clean the uncleanable chrome trims on the freezers. I remember hearing a customer snicker "I'd hate to have that job", even the stockboys felt sorry for me.

 

And customers would get mad at me when I didn't know where every product in the store was, or didn't carry things for them.

 

And I could only stare longingly from afar the hot girls who worked in the deli and flower shops, who only went for elite stockboys.

 

I only stayed there for 2 months, but the deeper scar is went I have to put an entry for it on every job application.

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My first job was at a waterpark. I was a front gate attendant/cashier. All I did was take money in increments if $21 and give out wrist bands. Not hard.

 

One day, an older guy comes to my window and demands that I let him into the park for free so he can find his daughter. I asked how old his daughter was, he said 15. I told him that I couldn't just let him into the park; I had to call an EMT to escort him to find his daughter. That wasn't good enough.

 

He asked me to do an overhead page for his daughter. I told him that park rules stated I couldn't do that unless the child was under 8 or it was a medical emergency. All of the sudden, his daughter was 8. I told him I could get the park closed down and get a search done, but that wouldn't get him in the park either. (He really wanted to be in the park, but not pay).

 

Finally, he agreed to the EMT escort.

 

About 20 minutes later, he, his daughter, and about 6 of her friends leave the park.

 

15 minutes after that, he returns to the park with 2 police cars behind him. Now I have 4 cops questioning me about why I wouldn't help him look for his daughter when she was kidnapped; why I threatened his life; and all kinds of other randomness. Luckily, my manager was around and saw the entire debacle from start to finish, and backed me up.

 

The cops listened, turned around, and arrested that guy for attempting to file false charges.

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Oh man, I never actually...no wait I suppose I did. I found a nice ad in the newspaper for customer service, "300$/sale" and I went to it. It was for a product called "Rainbow" something. Its actually a great product, and I seriously want one at some point in my life, but the job wasn't so great for me.

They trained me, they were supportive. But here's how it went. They don't advertise for customers. They relied only on customers to spread the word, so the way we got our demonstrations for the product was that we'd start with our families, and they'd talk to their friends about this product and try to see if they'd listen to a demonstration and talk to their friends about seeing one as well. At some point, a sale could happen.

Well, it happened like that for the first part for me at least, but every single person I went to was a dead end, and I didn't get a single extra referral. Once it was obvious I was out of places to go, they had me going door to door with this lame "Survey on air pollution" it was only about 5 questions, and if they completed it they'd be entered into a drawing for $500.00 in gas. We would later call them (I never did because after that I was done with this job) saying they hadn't won the 500$ gas card, but they did win a vacation, and they could have it if they'd watcha demonstration.

I didn't come into that job to go door to door so I left.

 

 

Now, the one I was going to post initially, I didn't even get to the training phase because I smelled something fishy going on. I was looking for a general labor job, something physical work because the last job I had was gas station work and that was mind-killingly boring. I get an interview right away, and when I get there it turns out it was a customer service job and I'd be handling people's calls. The interview seemed like a normal interview, except when I said "My last job made me go door-to-door and I didn't get into it for that, I just don't like it", she put on this face and went "huh", like a wrench was thrown into her plans. Oh, and that she basically said I was hired, right there. Needless to say, I went home and researched this company and found out that this particular location was notorious for "Bait-and-Switch" tactics in luring possible employees, as well as crappy "demonstrations". They basically come in for a floor cleaning/demonstration, and then sit in your house for a long time trying to make you buy their product. I'm so glad I listened that feeling of "This isn't right" and researched that company.

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Oh yes! I think anyone who has to put up working in food services has a LOT of guts. This include the restaurant business, fast food... even crappy grocery store jobs (which are the worst). Recently I got a BS write up all because I wasn't working "fast enough to meet the company's expectations and proper customer service." I've worked in fast pace environments at two different retail stores and never in my life did I receive such a ridiculous complaint!

 

I'm just waiting until Fall starts so I can start substitute teach and look for another second job. That's what I keep telling myself

 

Thing is, knowing that a disaster job is not right for you, do you still stay in said "disaster job"?

 

When it pays the bills and you can't find anything better... sadly yes.

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When I was sixteen, I worked at a Gold's Gym in the shake bar, making protein shakes and stuff. First, they barely trained me, so I had no clue what was going on. The worst was when the body builders would order these strange custom shakes with protein power, ice, water, and half a banana (or some other fruit). I made one for this lady (it's hard to mess up those orders cause they are so simplistic) and half an hour later, she walks up to the bar and starts accusing me of sabotaging her by putting sugar into her drink, which I did not, because she was bloated. Needless to say, my mother goes to the gym a lot, and says that this same woman is always bloated during off-season. She probably had her period. I quit after a month and did a school musical instead.

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Oh man, I never actually...no wait I suppose I did. I found a nice ad in the newspaper for customer service, "300$/sale" and I went to it. It was for a product called "Rainbow" something. ....

 

....They basically come in for a floor cleaning/demonstration, and then sit in your house for a long time trying to make you buy their product. I'm so glad I listened that feeling of "This isn't right" and researched that company.

 

Rainbow Vacuums and Kirby Vacuums. Extraordinarily expensive vacuums. Good products- bad sales tactics. One Kirby rep actually got my husband high with MJ laced with acid. LOL.

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