Things My Jobs Have Had In Common (Part 2)

Shitty Bosses

I was a paid employee at an animal shelter for two years. My boss’s boss was a smooth-talking cat to the media and to potential adopters, but we got to see who he really was. He didn’t acknowledge my existance until I had been there for six months.

He was a mixed bag of fun: between doing things to deliberately fuck with our day:

Power trips from nowhere:

And random violent outbursts that made me fear for my safety:

...I look back on those days and wonder how the hell I managed to not punch him in the throat.

As an overnight lackey for another retail chain, I was subjected to odd treatment from day managers who had never worked an overnight in their lives but somehow assumed all who did were lazy, uneducated mouth-breathers who needed constant hand-holding. My friend and I were standing in an incredibly overloaded dock one night in a four-foot-wide clearing amidst the mess, listening to our “To Do” list from the closing manager.

We were unsupervised for the night so you can guess what got done.

Shitty Work Environment

Another retail chain, one that is most loathed by my husband and I. We worked together at this shithole during our college careers on opposite sides of the store. I stayed hidden in the dairy cooler to avoid people but my poor husband was in Electronics, and still had a work ethic that the managers sought to exploit daily.

My first night in a fast-food chain, I was given zero register training and the only other English-speaking coworker in the building at the time was leaving for the night. It was somewhere near dinner rush.

I was a shift manager for a convenience store chain in my hometown and bounced back and forth between two stores. This was my second job, so I still had plenty of leftover work ethic that earned me my title after just one short year there. Related to this is a medical condition I’ve never been diagnosed with (because I refuse going to the doctor unless I’m dying) but I’m pretty sure is hypoglycemia. If I don’t eat, say, on a lunch break, I get anxious, irritable, shakey, and eventually see spots and pass out.

My superiors just labeled me a bitch and kept me working through my episodes, and in attempting to prove them wrong by trying to be awesome at my job, I obliged. Inevitably, I ended up in trouble.

Really Awesome Coworkers

Probably the only reason why I still bothered to come to work in any job.

The shelter had an “I’ve been abused by the executive director” support group and frequently got drunk together.

I played baseball and had sword fights in a dairy cooler.

My grooming coworkers despise the human race as much as I do.

When the Eagles went to the Superbowl, my fellow shift managers busted out an old radio and set it up at the register and that’s all we did all day.

Stale roll fights.

Altogether, probably the most fun bunch of people I’ve ever met who I normally wouldn’t have if it hadn’t been for how much we hated our shitty jobs.