The office: Chatter about your job

Mark: Room, board, food, medical all paid for. Every dollar in your pocket is pretty much luxury cash. You have few if any bills. Having some busy work and lousy hours for that kind of exchange is not what I would call a bad deal at all.

Tell you what. Come work my job. I get one day off a week. I do not get any down time unless there is a family emergency. I am the only person at the site and am solely responsible for holding up my companies benefit from me being on this post. I mess up I am done with capital D.

Or you can do what drunk does. Work your ass off and be subject the whims of the market.

You have it a lot better then you give your position credit for Mark.

edited 14th Dec '12 5:23:19 PM by TuefelHundenIV

Applied for a full time job explaining that I can only work a full time job for the holiday season, then it's part time until I graduate. I really hope it flies. They specifically need holiday staff and might go a little easier after New Year's.

I work in a big box stores and was helping out in the Toy Department today. Good lord that place is a mess. I feel sorry for the one guy that has to deal with it.

Right now, I just want regular hours and a desk. I'd work 8AM-7PM if it was Monday through Friday, sitting down, with a break from December 20-January 2.

I like working somewhere where the employees have access to the facilities off-hours and can work on personal projects there. The only rules are we cannot leave a mess, we must clear it with the boss, and if the project requires the use of company-owned expendable supplies (sandpaper, screws, finish, etc.) that also has to be cleared. Generally they are pretty cool about this, for the reason that personal projects increase familiarity with the trade.

Also, no one can work out there alone (the shop is kinda isolated and if you hurt yourself, you could scream your head off and bleed out and no one would notice).

Anyhow, used the shop facilities to put together some nice oak shelves to match my bookcase. Both will be going into my soon-to-be-completed office. Anyhow, back to work. The office won't build itself.

Applied for a couple jobs at the requisite cafes and clothes stores for the holiday rush. Might as well.

Well, I just wasted an hour of my life wrangling with a dying man's penis. And losing.

...Some days, I just hate my job.

edited 22nd Dec '12 1:05:23 AM by Pyrite

Catheter fun and games? (Wild guess...)

Of course. What, you think I do this for fun? Second-worst case of phimosis I've seen in my life - couldn't find the meatus, purulent discharge and trapped urine under the foreskin, and the Urology medical officer was equally stumped. Almost made me an instant circumcision advocate, but the guy's probably not going to tolerate a cystoscopy (or live long enough - just a hunch), and it's going to be a little hard to find a mohel on the Sabbath.

edited 22nd Dec '12 1:43:41 AM by Pyrite

Today I was scheduled for an 11-8 shift: four hours of cashiering, an hour gap, and four hours of snack bar.

My supervisor didn't realize the complexity of my schedule. I wasn't sent on my first break until my third hour, and then I wasn't able to point out my gap hour to him until ten minutes into it.

Then the snack bar was so busy that I wasn't finished serving orders until 10 minutes after closing, and I didn't finish cleaning until an hour and 15 after I was scheduled to leave.

Looks like I'll be back to work after the New Year. And according to my boss, when we go back to work we'll be busy as hell.

Which is good. Not having work sucks. I'm going stir-crazy.

It's interesting going out to the shop and seeing the things I doodled on the computer being put together. Very odd feeling.

Blizzard for most of my state today. The store was open though, because heaven forbid a bit of snow get between people and their half-off wrapping paper.

I got in half an hour late due to shoveling out and general road yuckiness. All the roads on my route are high-traffic roads though, so it wasn't too bad.

Next year I'm going to try for a writing fellowship. Accepted writers get a free round-trip flight to LA, and a full time paid position at Nickelodeon for a year. The only problem—besides getting accepted—is the fact I don't know anyone in LA. Sigh.

I'm wondering if I should get a job. When I go back to Korea during breaks, I'm definitely taking up translation again.

I work in medical imaging at a fairly large hospital and we're in a rotation for weekend call. This is not my weekend. And yet I got called in at o'darkthirty because the person on call apparently was having issues with her pager and the operators couldn't get ahold of her. Not. Happy.

I feel your pain. It's terrible when you need to contact someone urgently (for whatever reason) and their phone is either off or in a region with no signal.

And, of course, it sucks to be recalled on short notice when it's someone else's fault. Hope the person has a good explanation, at the very least.

edited 30th Dec '12 9:25:45 AM by Pyrite

My shift was scheduled to be done at 8 tonight, but I got talked into staying until 10 since they had four people who were supposed to come in at 6 no-show.

And then I got bounced around between people who can't talk to each other. The store manager's idea of what I was to do with my extra time was to work the cash register so that the person who was on register could go back to working the floor. I moved from my snack bar shift to a register, and when the crowd had subsided, the front-end manager had the service desk guy send me to collect carts. I was one or two loads from being done bringing carts in when the store manager came out and told me he was going to finish the carts and I should get inside and relieve the cashier to go back to the floor.

And he doesn't use the cart pusher, so it took him away from his duties for longer. We could have gotten to the equilibrium he wanted to end up at more efficiently if he'd let me finish the carts and done the floor himself until I could relieve his floor worker.

He wanted to be helpful. <shrugs> Which is the worst possible motivation for a manager out, in my book.

He also didn't wear a coat while he was spending half an hour in the winter night.

Ah... he also wanted pneumonia. That must have been the root motivation, then.

Just came off a half-shift. It's midnight. Fortunately, it was relatively quiet.

edited 8th Jan '13 8:04:44 AM by Pyrite

A snifter of something well earned and a bit of relax... then bed, methinks.

Hardly "earned" rather than "granted undeservingly", but I'll take what I can get my hands on.