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The Worst Job I Ever Had
It’s a toss-up between two truly terrible ones
The furniture store
In December 2004, I was hired by a furniture retailer to work in the office. This was their busy time of the year so they needed extra help processing orders, ringing customers, dealing with complaints of damaged furniture or late delivery, doing the cash count at the end of the day, etc etc. It wasn’t the job so much I hated but the people I had to work with. The boss chick — a fat redhead was best friends with my offsider, so anything that went wrong I was blamed for when I had nothing at all to do with it. These two would chat all day and do as little work as possible.
I was the most conscientious worker they had ever seen and were probably jealous of my customer skills — I really should have been in the sales department, not the office. This sounds like I am tooting my own horn but I assure you I’m not. The boss chick did the rosters and my two days off were never consecutive. She rigged the hours so I was never paid overtime even though some weeks I worked more than 60 hours.
Anyway, I hated it. I would go home every afternoon and get online looking for another job. I dreamed about going in and saying, “Sorry, bitch. I have another job. Seeya!” But that never happened. On the dot of 4 pm on the last day of my…
