I am truly pathetic. I am also a whiney sissy boy.

[DareDemon]

Yay, I won't get killed by pigeons

 

[Master Chief]

Buy one of those and you can take on any job in the universe.

 

[Calvin]

There is only one solution.

Are you ready?

Yes?

K. Here it is. The solution.

If you scrolled down and saw the picture in my post before reading the text, you are going to be killed by pigeons.

It looks like he shat in his pants in that last picture.

 

[DareDemon]

I bet. I'll definitely look into that. Maybe I'll be a superhero!!!

 

[Corinthian™]

must be nice to have the freedom to quit a job because it's icky and hard. I've done medical trials for money, I've worked graveyard shift at the porn store, I've cleaned the bathrooms at Disneyland. Wait until you are the one who has to take care of the bills, and rent and food and mommy and daddy aren't taking care of you anymore. You'll find yourself growing a LOT more capable of dealing with a bit of dirty water.

tell him about the time you had to walk 3 miles to go to school

 

[oakzap425]

This is your first job, and you had to bust dishes, and it stressed you out enough to puke three times?

...I've Been working in the same place for 6 years, becoming Supervisor in 4, and as of today I only make 9.56.


Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

When you gotta live off of 9.56 in one of the most expensive counties in the tri-city are, you come back an complain then...


Find a new job if it's that bad./

 

[X-Ray]

c'mon kid ... it's your first job & you're already thinking about quitting.

at least stick with it long enough to use as an reference for your resume'.

or stick with it til you've landed a solid replacement.

believe or not, there's ppl out there that have it worse than you. a lot of ppl.

cheer up

 

[Master Chief]

I don't think he's sad or mad. He was just really, really, really disgusted with having to do the dishes.

 

[enterthemadness]

Yeah, so my first day as a dishwasher a local restaurant was one week ago. I worked for 6 hours that night. It's my first "real" job, besides being a paperboy in 6th grade. However, there are some problems.

1. I have OCD, and I am germaphobic.
2. I was the only dishwasher.
3. Opening night was flipping ginormous.

I made it through that horrible night. Barely. It was my first night, so I wasn't sure what to do, I didn't know anyone, I was by myself, and I had a whooooole lotta work to do. But I made it. I came out hating the job already, but I lived.

The next morning, I came in expecting the same thing. I knew it'd be horrible, I almost wanted to quit right then. But I didn't, and it turns out the day is a whooole lot easier than the nights. Makes sense, cause most adults were at work. I was so happy that I actually would get a few minutes every once in a while to not do anything that I smiled. When I got off of work, I was happy the rest of the day because it was so much easier.

Cut to today. I hadn't worked since then til today cause it's only open three days a week. I was promised that someone would help me. They didn't come, cause another branch of the restaurant was too busy somewhere else. Once again, the place is flooded, and I'm the only dishwasher. So I wash the dishes. I get way too many dishes than I can handle. I keep going, from 5-9:30. Non-stop working, trying to keep up, cause everyone's running out of a certain kind of dish or utensil. Then I feel my stomach heave, and I go to the bathroom to throw up. Twice.

I come back to my dishwashing area, where no one is. I realize how much I truly hate this job and how I'd rather die. I actually start crying a little. Then I go back to the bathroom and throw up again. Then, once again, I go back to the place and I start washing the dishes. Some more. By this time the place was empty (thank God), but this is where the hardest dishes come in, cause you gotta wash all the different containers and stuff they used to make the food in, then put it all away, etc. This stuff is the most crusted, so it's hard to get off. The washing machine doesn't really get anything off, it just sanitizes.

So, I walk out into the main area to get more stuff to wash, tripping a little due to depression of the hellish place and tiredness (which I had been doing for a while), when one of my co-workers walks up and yells "HEY, HOW YA HOLDING UP BROTHER?!?" or something like that. He's a cool guy, they're all nice, but I wasn't up for saying hey or anything back. I said "I just threw up three times."

The rest of my workers (No customers, I wouldn't have said that if costumers were in the place) gasp and are all like "OMG WAT HAPPN3D?!?" and the guy said he'd clean up the rest of the dishes for me, and to go home. When we got away from everyone else, he asked me if I was sick, and I just told him I had OCD. I couldn't really say much cause my voice was all choked up and I didn't want to be a baby right there. So then I walk out, they tell me to be careful driving home and that they'll sign me out for me (I had forgotten due to all that was happening). When I got home, my parents asked me what was wrong, and I said something along the lines of "I hate that place", still in a choked voice. They tried talking to me, but I couldn't talk. I told them later. I wasn't being the typical jerky teenager, they knew something was wrong and that I really couldn't talk. So I took a shower and all that, but when I got out they were in bed.

I can't eat, just like the first day (btw, on the first day, after about 5 hours, I COULD eat...I just threw it up immediately after swallowing my whole bowl of soup). I also can't sleep, just like the first day. I am actually traumatized.



I know what I said probably doesn't make much sense. I probably sound like the biggest wimp ever. But I guess we all have our weaknesses, mine is having OCD and being a clean freak (in a manner of speaking, my room is dirty, but that's not the same as washing Italian sauces off the plate, getting soaked in that water while trying to clean said sauces off said plate, etc.)

I think on Sunday I'm gonna give my two weeks and try looking for a job that doesn't involve food. Sure can't wait to go to work tomorrow night.

Make fun of me, comfort me, share your own stories. I needed to say this.

Don't feel bad, Adrian Monk is worse than you. So cheer up.

 

[Colossal Spoons]

Can't believe you cried lol.

 

[Holly Goodhead]

lol *****

 

[Whirlysplat]

Damn, that sucks, man. Here's a hint, though. Your first is never gonna be absolutely awesome. I'd recommend retail of some sort, providing you can deal with people, especially stupid ones.

I'll be honest retail doesn't pay very well, when I first left school I tried it for about a year. So I went and did a physical job for 4 years, I became a bricklayer. Your body gets conditioned to it, you get lots more money I got day release to colege to get my city and guilds in construction, once a week for the first two years. In my last year I was able to go to college in the evenings and complete my A levels and go to University to study Molecular Biology.
Physical jobs when you're young are where it's at for money.

- Whirly

 

[Kevin]

Yeah, so my first day as a dishwasher a local restaurant was one week ago. I worked for 6 hours that night. It's my first "real" job, besides being a paperboy in 6th grade. However, there are some problems.

1. I have OCD, and I am germaphobic.
2. I was the only dishwasher.
3. Opening night was flipping ginormous.

I made it through that horrible night. Barely. It was my first night, so I wasn't sure what to do, I didn't know anyone, I was by myself, and I had a whooooole lotta work to do. But I made it. I came out hating the job already, but I lived.

The next morning, I came in expecting the same thing. I knew it'd be horrible, I almost wanted to quit right then. But I didn't, and it turns out the day is a whooole lot easier than the nights. Makes sense, cause most adults were at work. I was so happy that I actually would get a few minutes every once in a while to not do anything that I smiled. When I got off of work, I was happy the rest of the day because it was so much easier.

Cut to today. I hadn't worked since then til today cause it's only open three days a week. I was promised that someone would help me. They didn't come, cause another branch of the restaurant was too busy somewhere else. Once again, the place is flooded, and I'm the only dishwasher. So I wash the dishes. I get way too many dishes than I can handle. I keep going, from 5-9:30. Non-stop working, trying to keep up, cause everyone's running out of a certain kind of dish or utensil. Then I feel my stomach heave, and I go to the bathroom to throw up. Twice.

I come back to my dishwashing area, where no one is. I realize how much I truly hate this job and how I'd rather die. I actually start crying a little. Then I go back to the bathroom and throw up again. Then, once again, I go back to the place and I start washing the dishes. Some more. By this time the place was empty (thank God), but this is where the hardest dishes come in, cause you gotta wash all the different containers and stuff they used to make the food in, then put it all away, etc. This stuff is the most crusted, so it's hard to get off. The washing machine doesn't really get anything off, it just sanitizes.

So, I walk out into the main area to get more stuff to wash, tripping a little due to depression of the hellish place and tiredness (which I had been doing for a while), when one of my co-workers walks up and yells "HEY, HOW YA HOLDING UP BROTHER?!?" or something like that. He's a cool guy, they're all nice, but I wasn't up for saying hey or anything back. I said "I just threw up three times."

The rest of my workers (No customers, I wouldn't have said that if costumers were in the place) gasp and are all like "OMG WAT HAPPN3D?!?" and the guy said he'd clean up the rest of the dishes for me, and to go home. When we got away from everyone else, he asked me if I was sick, and I just told him I had OCD. I couldn't really say much cause my voice was all choked up and I didn't want to be a baby right there. So then I walk out, they tell me to be careful driving home and that they'll sign me out for me (I had forgotten due to all that was happening). When I got home, my parents asked me what was wrong, and I said something along the lines of "I hate that place", still in a choked voice. They tried talking to me, but I couldn't talk. I told them later. I wasn't being the typical jerky teenager, they knew something was wrong and that I really couldn't talk. So I took a shower and all that, but when I got out they were in bed.

I can't eat, just like the first day (btw, on the first day, after about 5 hours, I COULD eat...I just threw it up immediately after swallowing my whole bowl of soup). I also can't sleep, just like the first day. I am actually traumatized.



I know what I said probably doesn't make much sense. I probably sound like the biggest wimp ever. But I guess we all have our weaknesses, mine is having OCD and being a clean freak (in a manner of speaking, my room is dirty, but that's not the same as washing Italian sauces off the plate, getting soaked in that water while trying to clean said sauces off said plate, etc.)

I think on Sunday I'm gonna give my two weeks and try looking for a job that doesn't involve food. Sure can't wait to go to work tomorrow night.

Make fun of me, comfort me, share your own stories. I needed to say this.

...you make me sick . just kidding. i'm sorry that happened to you, man. i remember my first job(summer 2004, i was 16) i was working at sears as a chasier. i was doing fine until one day, my friend left me to help someone with some boxes or something. it was all cool, i knew how to work the register and if i had a problem, i'd just call the manager on the store speaker (you know, the one that plays music for everyone to hear, but when you pick up the phone the music cuts out and it's you on the speaker) so anyway, this lady came up to me and asked me for the price 'cause it wasn't on the thing. i looked around for my friend but he was nowhere around. (by the way, i think it's important to know that i'm not comfortible around people. and i'm NOT a very good public speaker) so anyway, i go on the spaeker thing... my mind went blink, but it was already too late because i already started saying stuff. i mixed up words, i studdered and EVERYONE heard. it. was. aweful. i hung up the phone and i put my hands on my head and started breathing hard. i almost fell to the ground and cried... happens to most people every once and a while. don't let it get to you.

 

[Kevin]

sorry... i SAID i wasn't a very good public speak... this is pretty public

 

[InsaneMembrane]

wow...sucks but come didn't you think of this beforehand...it's like me having HIV and then volunteering to help pneumonia patients

 

[Barbossa]

Why did you get a job washing dishes if your "germaphobic"?

 

[Pyro Max]

This guy represents the worst in humanity. There is nothing to pity here, except to pity ourselves. This is the type of trash that will be a blight on society. Boo f-in Hoo, "I have OCD but my shrink says its not that bad", f-off you attention ****e. You sound like a lazy ass. Probably the best thing that could happen to you, is being forced to go to iraq and fight. Youd come back a man, or not at all. I say this being anti war, but in your case I'm willing to risk it.

Oh and have a lovely day

 

[Kevin]

typing and spelling words correctly is hardly speaking.

it is to me because i try my best not to say something stupid and look like an idiot. sadly it doesn't work. any form a voicing an opinon is speaking. typing my opinions or feelings are just like talkng in public because i'm so worried about what people will think of me after i'm done. i make mistakes just like i do talking, it's who i am.

 

[Kevin]

This guy represents the worst in humanity. There is nothing to pity here, except to pity ourselves. This is the type of trash that will be a blight on society. Boo f-in Hoo, "I have OCD but my shrink says its not that bad", f-off you attention ****e. You sound like a lazy ass. Probably the best thing that could happen to you, is being forced to go to iraq and fight. Youd come back a man, or not at all. I say this being anti war, but in your case I'm willing to risk it.

Oh and have a lovely day

... ... wow, i don't even know what to say to this

 

[enterthemadness]

This guy represents the worst in humanity. There is nothing to pity here, except to pity ourselves. This is the type of trash that will be a blight on society. Boo f-in Hoo, "I have OCD but my shrink says its not that bad", f-off you attention ****e. You sound like a lazy ass. Probably the best thing that could happen to you, is being forced to go to iraq and fight. Youd come back a man, or not at all. I say this being anti war, but in your case I'm willing to risk it.

Oh and have a lovely day

If you are referring to the thread starter, well I just have to say, what is up your ass, skippy? The guy has a really bad case of OCD...OCD can't be fun.

 

[Pyro Max]

it is to me because i try my best not to say something stupid and look like an idiot. saldy it doesn't work. any form a voicing an opinon is speaking. typing my opinions or feelings are just like talkng in public because i'm so worried about what people will think of me after i'm done. i make mistakes just like i do talking, it's who i am.

I'm gonna have to disagree with you. There is a huge difference between posting comments anonymously on a message board, and standing in front of a group of people and speaking.

 

[Pyro Max]

The guy has a really bad case of OCD...OCD can't be fun.

As stated before BOO F-IN HOO. There are all kinds of people with all kinds of disabilities getting along in life. Most of them have to work.

And I disagree with you. OCD can be fun. I am really enjoying this *****ebags misery.

Now you too can have a lovely day

 

[Sloth7d]

People who share this guys sob story
1-Michael Jackson
2-Howie Anderson
3-Me, when I was scared of germs, but not to the extent of OCD.

 

[Sloth7d]

As stated before BOO F-IN HOO. There are all kinds of people with all kinds of disabilities getting along in life. Most of them have to work.

And I disagree with you. OCD can be fun. I am really enjoying this *****ebags misery.

Now you too can have a lovely day

Man.....
You and that guy who suggested suicide really are heartless.....
And the guy who suggested suicide could go to jail if the kid actually did it.

 

[HoldMyDrink]

Welcome to hell, kid. 95% of jobs suck . . . that's why you receive money, it's compensation for willing to be miserable. Stick with the job--the misery won't go away, but eventually you won't care because you'll become numb, cold and dead inside. And THAT is a trait that will serve you well in life.