What are some of your comfy or awful or in any way emotionally charged wagie stories or memories? They don't have to be that interesting.My worst period ever was in a prior job where I had two female managers in their 20s and they told me that I was going to get a bad performance review due to being an autist, pretty much, after which I spent a period of maybe 9 months being hounded for performance, including going through a PIP process that was insanely vague.I remember logging on briefly during the Christmas leave and seeing an email from a later HR person telling me that I hadn't met the standard after sending my first week's PIP evidence and blandly stating how I met each standard. I was too dense to realise that it was designed to be failed. I ended up somehow getting a job offer elsewhere, as this was pre-interest rates rising. Apart from understanding what PIPs were, my main regret there was not reading the company's sick leave policy and going off with stress.Some comfy ones: when I went into my McDonald's job after a month during a college summer there, and being informed I was let go, after which I read Brideshead Revisited in my car in the sun, feeling so happy about life. And working in a few supermarkets and taking 2-3 times as much break as I was entitled to.
I know a half black half white dude that got called a nigger by some old white lady while waging at Baskin Robbins
>>62703466I worked as cashier/stocker in a eurostore selling cheap plastic crap. I was the only man there, other than some part-time high schoolers.It was comfy as fuck. Whenever something broke, I got to dick around with it to try and fix it, as I was "the man of the store". This meant I didn't have to stock shelves or work the register whenever something was broken. Instead I got to drink coffee out back, while fiddling with screwdrivers and stuff like that. I absolutely loved it, and the job was great while I was studying at the University.
>>62703466Worked at an office in London with this incredibly attractive woman, 20 years old, blonde, gym bunny, the perfect ass which I fantasized about day out and day in. We had a bathroom down the hall and one morning I showed up early and I saw her coming out of the ladies' bathroom. I pretended to be headed to the mens' but as she turned around the corner, something got a hold of me and I stormed into the woman's bathroom. And that's when it hit me. The stench. My suspicion was correct. She'd had had her morning shit. I almost threw up. It was like the liquid left in the bottom of a trash can on a summer's day. Pure putrid stench of shit. Naturally I tried to jerk off, imagining her perfect ass, but as I put my face into the toilet bowl I almost puked. It was simply too much. The brap meme was over for me.
>>62703466I was working at a hotel and we needed to move a shitload of gear through the side doors to the ballroom. We needed something to prop the doors open and the ash tray was the closest thing. It was heavy as fuck...3 foot tall pot full of sand and water because it was raining the night before. After we moved the shit in, my coworker didn't want to move the ashtray back because fuck it we already got tipped, so I tried to do it myself. Imagine trying to hold a 100 lb cylinder when all you can do is palm the sides as you squat over it. I made it all the way back to the spot and right when I was 1 inch from setting it down, it slipped and fell just hard enough to crack the pot a little. The rancid cigarette water smelled like DEATH...nothing at all cigarettes. There was some reaction happening deep in that bucket finally being unleashed. The whole lobby smelled like shit for hours because nobody could figure out where the smell was coming from. They were keeping the door open to hopefully air the place out, but the breeze was bringing the smell right past the front desk.In college we had different ashtrays...just skinny steel tubes with a hole cut out in the top. My buddy finished a cigarette and put it in one that was totally full to the top. We noticed it was still spewing smoke like 20 minutes after he put the cigarette in but it was time to go to class. It was still smoking a couple hours later when we left, and still goin the next day when we we came back.
