Oh geezzzz...lemme see!
Believe it or not I hated tending bar at the particular bar I worked. I loved the dancers and the some of the patrons that frequented the place but I learned something about myself that came as a complete shock to me before working there. I learned that I HATED crowds of demanding people, all vying for my attention and calling me baby and sweety and honey and telling me to smile and pinching my ass and grabbing my other goodies...3-4 deep in people at a horseshoe bar...all cashing pay checks and GIVING money to the dancers who did nothing for them but give them a boner and send them away, while I waited on them hand and foot, supplying refreshments and food for them as fast as they asked for something...and getting nary a tip from the ones who stood back from the bar and suddenly left, leaving me to clean up their mess and never a thank you, here's a tip for a job well done, kiss my ass or NOTHING! And each Thursday and Friday I had to slap on a fake smile and do it all over again!
You'd think I'd like some of that ^^^, huh? :bsflag:
Another job I hated was when I worked at Flower World International. It wasn't the job I hated, but the boss. We not only answered 25 phone lines for Flower World, but we had 35 more phone lines (watts lines) for toll free commercials and clubs like Jim and Tammy Baker had for their evangelical whatever the hell they were doing to steal money from unsuspecting peeps. I sat in front of a board with sixty buttons on it that lit up. I wore a headset. Whenever we had a commercial that tells peeps to "Call Now", suddenly all 60 lines would light up and the boss would go crazy for us to pick up! There were 9 other girls here beside me and we'd quickly answer the lines, not letting on to the caller that they weren't actually calling the company that the commercial was for, putting them on hold till we could get to all the lines, and then going back to take orders. We had to pull info from the caller as to who they were actually calling for because we took calls for many, many companies. The boss would yell at us, as we were trying to get to all the calls, that we were fat cows and we'd work faster if we didn't snack all day like the barnyard animals we seemed to be. Actually, that was one of his nicer rants...we got called whores and bitches and more than I care to remember.
I needed this job very badly so I took it for almost a year. One day it must have been the PMSiest (<---word?...is now!) day of my life and I couldn't take it anymore. The lines were all lit and the phones were ringing off the hook and I pressed down every line as the boss yelled his usual insults. I stood up (much like Norma Rae), flipped off my headphones and headed toward the big guy! He (and everyone else in the place) watched me on that very long walk. I didn't know what I was going to say and I was shaking like a leaf. All I knew is that if I cried I would have killed myself! I wanted to make a statement and I didn't want to cry when doing it. He stopped yelling as I got nearer and I swear he seemed like he wanted to turn on a heel and run. My face must have been so red, from anger, at that moment. I strided right up to him, lifted my hand to his face, and flipped him off better than I have EVER flipped anyone off in my life (including driver's that piss me off)! I couldn't speak because I knew I would cry...but my flip got the message across and I was satisfied and I turned and walked out with such pride! I dunno what happened after I left because I never went back and I moved soon after so I never saw anyone I worked with there to get a report. I do know that Bob Sheets (the big guy) died in the 80's from a well deserved heart attack! His wife (who worked in the company at a higher job) must have breathed a sigh on that day...he was as big a jerk-off to her!
*wonders how long I can make this post?*
LMFAO! I have more but I need to do some stuff so I'll quit...for now!
Oh...wait...did I ever mention how much I HATE sewing to make someone else rich?
Ahhhhhhhh...I must have said something about that!
Geezzzzzzzz Lil...the hairs on the back of my neck are standing straight up now!
