My own washroom! The thought of going back to pooping in a stall, surrounded by other men pooping, is revolting. Not mention the times when all the stalls are occupied so I'm stuck waiting, sphincter clenched, for the privilege of pooping on a toilet that some other man was pooping on mere seconds ago.
Not enough, you say?
You don’t. Neat huh?
I then asked for some examples on what I would be doing day to day, he then said did you read the job posting on indeed I said yes I'm interested in knowing more about that and he would tell me more. Is that normal?
https://www.cnbc.com/2022/03/14/ursula-burns-first-black-woman-ceo-in-fortune-500-on-work-life-balance.html There you have it folks. Start missing your kids games and outsource daycare! It's that simple
Just as the title states, the entire sales team of my old company quit yesterday. I wish things had been different, but this was a long time coming and it had to happen. Let me start with the good things. When I first started working there, I immediately took a liking to the entire team. It was a pretty small remote company and we were all very nice and helpful to each other. The work was right up my alley and I became very good at it. The customers were also very nice people and my teammates and I developed a genuine appreciation for a lot of them. Things were great for a while. There was only one problem. Our boss was a young rich guy whose entire personality consisted of little manipulative techniques he had read about in his little sales books. In his mind, he was like Jordan…
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Do not contact me on my day off.
I work for a restaurant. Management is shitty, pay isnt much better, and the volume of orders is horrific. Yesterday alone 6 people didn’t show up/decided to come hours late. 2 people walked off the line and quit right then and there. Woke up this morning to several missed calls and texts asking if I could come in. I’ve already worked 50 hours this week. I showed up to every one of my shifts. So do. not. call. me. on my day off. It is not my fault you can’t get people to show. It is not my responsibility to finish out other people’s shifts when mine was scheduled to end at a certain time. It is not my responsibility to save your ass. I am the bottom of the chain. I don’t get paid to fix the problems. You get paid to fix the problems. And I am not…