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The Girl You Wish You Were

Three Reasons Why I Hate My Job

by The Girl You Wish You Were []
Published on 5/3/07 in People
The reasons why guns are not allowed in the workplace.
It is often said that man is evil.  His nature is evil and therefore his actions reflect that.  However, Anne Frank herself said "I still believe there is some good left in everyone" (or something similar to that).  I can assure you that after working at Subway for a little over a year, I am inclined to agree with the former: man is evil.  Pure, raw, evil.  Here are three reasons I die a little inside every time I walk through the door to the place I fondly refer to as "the seventh circle of hell."

1) Customers
You would think that working at a dead-end job with little pay and zero opportunity for expansion would at least yield a little compassion from the public.  Not so.  While many of our customers are kind and pleasant to be around, most of them are just straight-up bitches.  They're rude, inconsiderate, and make my want to pop my eardrums out when they start to talk.  A conversation goes as follows:

Me: "Hi, how can I help you?"
Customer (after standing there for twenty minutes staring at the menu): "Hold on just a minute, I have to call my husband and find out what I want."

My inner monologue: OH MY GOD, YOU'VE BEEN STARING AT THE DAMN MENU FOR TWENTY MINUTES AND YOU'RE TELLING ME IN THAT TIME FRAME YOU COULDN'T CALL YOUR FREAKING HUSBAND AND FIND OUT WHAT HE WANTED.  BITCH, I'VE GOT STUFF TO DO! LIKE EAT COOKIES."

Customer: "Okay, I need five footlongs...wait, what honey?  Danny wants one too?  Oh, okay, what about Sally?  Yeah, she wants one too?  Okay, did Joey already eat? Mmmhmmm....okay, i'm going to need three more footlongs..."
Me: (takes knife and shoves it into skull).

2) Cell Phones
This is all I'm going to say about cell phones: When you walk in with your RAZR, and you get in line, and you proceed to have a conversation with your like "OHMIGOD BEST FRIEND EVAR ASHLEY" about "OHMIGOD DID YOU HEAR THAT HEATHER TOTALLY HAS HERPES" while you order your food, I seriously want to take your phone, crush it under my fists of fury, puke on it, and then place the dismal remains on your 6" turkey sandwich, because you're like totally trying to lose weight.  Talking on your cell phone while ordering your food is rude and inconsiderate, and even though I'm a lowly Subway employee, I'm a human too and would appreciate being treated more like a human and less like the hired help.

3) The Whores I Work With
This has to be the biggest reason I hate this job.  Confined within the Subway walls are what I consider to be my own "Axis of Evil": Sophie* the miserable slut who married at 18 and is stuck at a dead end job and hates her husband, Sue* the she-male who loves to smile at your face and stab you in the back, and Lisa*, whose evil transcends anything you could ever imagine, an 800 year old transgendered "woman" (at least I think that's what it is), who spends her time gambling, chain-smoking, boozing, and working at Waffle House and Subway (it really gets around doesn't it?).  When she's not filling her time with all those exciting activities, she pisses all her co-workers off in ways unimaginable.  She lies, cheats, is a lazy ass, and writes notes to my boss constantly claiming I do "nothing" and "we don't make enough wages to sit around."  Well, la-di-fucking-da princess, maybe you should take a look in the mirror while you SIT ON YOUR ASS AND DO CROSSWORD PUZZLES WHILE WE HELP THE CUSTOMERS. 

I'm currently looking for new employment, so if you hear of anything not involving bastard customers or bitchy co-workers, let me know.  But I would imagine that no matter what the pay or location, jobs are the same everywhere.  They all suck, and we'd rather be sitting on the beach sipping margaritas and listening to Jimmy Buffet. 

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iamderrick

Derrick
I feel for you, McDonalds is the same way, except we get little screaming kids complaining about how they didn't get the right toy. Written on 6/3/07

tiburonbite

Él Tiburon
When I was a bartender, I refused to help anyone talking on a cell phone. It usually went like this:

Customer: "Yeah, oh my God, Chaz is totally gonna get it. Hold on, um, can i get an appletini? Hello? Hold on, Heather, Hello? Can I get an appletini?

Me: *washing a glass and watching the baseball game*

Customer: "No- I totally missed it, but I think they"ll re-run it, hold on, Heeeellloooo?

Me: *inspecting an olive before popping it into my mouth*

Customer: "What? No, I would never say that to her face though, hold on- Excuse me! Hello?! *waving hands and slapping the bar*

Me: *Singing along with the radio and playing bongos on the refrigerator*

Customer: "Hold on, BARTENDER!"

Me: *Quick-drawing soda gun and asking the stack of napkins if it "feels lucky"*

Customer: "Oh my God, this guy is totally ignoring me! Let me call you back Heather." *slams cell phone shut* "EXCUSE ME!!"

Me: "Hey there. What can I get for you?"

Customer: "I have been trying to order for like... forever!"

Me: "Oh, sorry, I thought you were on the phone."

Customer: "Appletini."

Me: "We're out of Apple Pucker."

scene Written on 6/3/07

JaneCopland

Jane
I.love.you. Written on 7/3/07

"we'd rather be sitting on the beach sipping margaritas"

Right on, right on. Edit | Written on 7/3/07

hybridx

somedude
I worked for Subway for almost 4 years to help pay for school. I can by all accounts agree entirely with everything stated. Written on 13/3/07

Ringwurm

Kurt Andersen
I can now cross Subway off as a first job no-no. Written on 22/3/07

cami

courtney
mcdonalds for 2 1/2 years, worked by a mental home that used to let the insane people actually walk to mcdonalds and order their food with thier fake jewelry and bobbing heads getting the same thing everytime. there was a couple. Worked at a deli for 1/2 a year. My last day is scheduled on friday till close as usuall. Mcdonald's Waking up EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND for just about 2 years straight while i was 14-16 years old. what is life may i ask. i lived 3 blocks from work. i had to be independent if i wanted didn't want $2 shampoo, see if i was to get the $3 or $4 dollar shampoo while being a moochie kid my mother wouldn't have cigarettes. oh no.. At least i got out of the corner of hell with raw clothing. as i could buy something more like my taste. instead of taking the american trandset of dressing up for cupid or sesame street to come. thank you. McDonalds, And Deli,see if i ever have to do that in a second life i'm not bothering to wear a dress ever again, or letting my hair down that was soo absolutely horrible. and the mcdonalds thing wasn't even worth it, i was so mad i just spent my money on food and clothing and almost turned to trash. i have no idea what that taought me. i mean i must have deserved it iwas selling people fatty foods, and i'm kind of skinny, and do we know why? because i wasn't bused to school being like a yard from the cut off from the kids who do get bused, and then i have to work work work work work and why i dont know. i really dont know my brother is now almost 18 without a job and i had to start when i was 14. ? why?? Customers, if you have a problem with them, Ahuman being having a problem with one of their kind, how utter, if it's that bad, just see them with a diaper on their head or something, well some deserve the look some don't... NOw if you are seriously like resorting to what i just said, oh my gosh put down the chocolate, and straigten yourself out, and you will be fine i promise you. <3 ~~~~ Written on 27/11/07

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