I'm a senior line cook. When somebody quits, their hours immediately get foisted on myself and the manager. I have lost count of how many 16 day 'weeks' I've had, working upwards of 85 hours/week with time and a half for over-time, and the HR/payroll guy crying at me for hitting overtime. This just seems normal to me anymore. A short week is 45 hours.
It would be great if I worked at say, Target... or an office, or doing pretty much anything but essentially reclining face down over a stovetop of 12 blazing burners, glowing red cast iron, spitting oil, and delicious cookings.
When I work that much, food becomes incredibly nauseating. So not only I'm doing massive upper-body workouts in ridiculous heat and close, stifling conditions, but my blood sugar gets ridiculously low due to how nasty food seems most of the time.
And I want to go to school so I can cement my ability to work this type of job for the rest of my life.
I've been on my paid vacation, so I'm on day 5 of no work (a strange, disconnected feeling), and for some reason this tightness that starts in my right elbow and runs all the way across my shoulders to the round of my left shoulder is loosening. Maybe it's because I'm not flipping a pan every three seconds or hauling around blue-lids full of boiling liquids. Craziness.
Now, tell me how rough your overtime is. Really. :P
PS: If it weren't for cigarettes, I would have murdered everybody I know. And cooked them.
i like to think that work is the only reason i still smoke, and i'm not horribly addicted. also, all those people who whine about how unfair it is that smokers get a smoke break every hour at work can suck it.
my alarm didn't go off yesterday so I almost missed a final, then I had to cancel a date to take care of my drunk friend.
Today it snowed so I almost missed another final, no one else felt like shoveling I guess, I have to work, and my mother just had an operation so I have to stay at home to take care of her and the pets.
I'm actually likely going to be working at a restaurant this summer. Except this time I'll be outside the kitchen which is nice.
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edited December 2008
I once worked thirteen hours straight delivering pizza. Got in at ten in the morning, expecting to leave at four, but the second morning guy called in sick, and then the afternoon-evening guy never showed, and then the evening guy's car broke down and couldn't make it. So basically on a Saturday when I should have been the only one there for only an hour in the morning, I took every single shift, and so every order got backed up over an hour. At around 10pm people were getting pissy because they had ordered at 8:30 and I was just now showing up and how could you be this incompetent
I would look at my watch, then cut them off mid-bitch to inform them exactly how many hours I had been working that day, alone, and inquire as to whether they wanted to pay me for the pizza they had ordered or if I should toss it in the gutter in front of their house.
Oddly, people seemed to respond to this by tipping me rather generously. I walked away that night with almost $300 in cash.
I once worked thirteen hours straight delivering pizza. Got in at ten in the morning, expecting to leave at four, but the second morning guy called in sick, and then the afternoon-evening guy never showed, and then the evening guy's car broke down and couldn't make it. So basically on a Saturday when I should have been the only one there for only an hour in the morning, I took every single shift, and so every order got backed up over an hour. At around 10pm people were getting pissy because they had ordered at 8:30 and I was just now showing up and how could you be this incompetent
I would look at my watch, then cut them off mid-bitch to inform them exactly how many hours I had been working that day, alone, and inquire as to whether they wanted to pay me for the pizza they had ordered or if I should toss it in the gutter in front of their house.
Oddly, people seemed to respond to this by tipping me rather generously. I walked away that night with almost $300 in cash.
you're a fucking wanker
a thirteen hour day? Boo fucking hoo. I've done thirty-six hour stints working trade shows and travelling, I've put in sixteen hour days at my office under deadline, and you were crying to your customers about how you had to work a long shift when they had the audacity to complain that their pizza was an hour and a half late?
I once worked thirteen hours straight delivering pizza. Got in at ten in the morning, expecting to leave at four, but the second morning guy called in sick, and then the afternoon-evening guy never showed, and then the evening guy's car broke down and couldn't make it. So basically on a Saturday when I should have been the only one there for only an hour in the morning, I took every single shift, and so every order got backed up over an hour. At around 10pm people were getting pissy because they had ordered at 8:30 and I was just now showing up and how could you be this incompetent
I would look at my watch, then cut them off mid-bitch to inform them exactly how many hours I had been working that day, alone, and inquire as to whether they wanted to pay me for the pizza they had ordered or if I should toss it in the gutter in front of their house.
Oddly, people seemed to respond to this by tipping me rather generously. I walked away that night with almost $300 in cash.
you're a fucking wanker
a thirteen hour day? Boo fucking hoo. I've done thirty-six hour stints working trade shows and travelling, I've put in sixteen hour days at my office under deadline, and you were crying to your customers about how you had to work a long shift when they had the audacity to complain that their pizza was an hour and a half late?
cry me a goddamn river
:whistle:Cry me a river! OOoooooh:whistle:
Can only agree with Rank, try putting in 18 to 21 hour days for 2 weeks straight. Or what I am really saying is join the Army, pussy.
I used to work at a bookstore (chapters, so think barns and noble I guess but in canada)
Our weekly totals would far exeed entire non holiday months. From open to close we had a lineup from the front of the store to the back with every register being worked. At least it passed the time quickly
So, it's rapidly occurring to me that I may need to break the "rule" I made for myself about not playing PC games up here. It's lasted me for about 95% of the semester, but I'm like the only dude around not doing a bunch of finals this week so I have way too much time to kill.
I'm choosing between Warcraft 3's campaign, Starcraft's campaign, and Half Life 2.
Considering I haven't completed any of those, I figure I might as well, but then there's also WC3 multiplayer or TF2.
I once worked thirteen hours straight delivering pizza. Got in at ten in the morning, expecting to leave at four, but the second morning guy called in sick, and then the afternoon-evening guy never showed, and then the evening guy's car broke down and couldn't make it. So basically on a Saturday when I should have been the only one there for only an hour in the morning, I took every single shift, and so every order got backed up over an hour. At around 10pm people were getting pissy because they had ordered at 8:30 and I was just now showing up and how could you be this incompetent
I would look at my watch, then cut them off mid-bitch to inform them exactly how many hours I had been working that day, alone, and inquire as to whether they wanted to pay me for the pizza they had ordered or if I should toss it in the gutter in front of their house.
Oddly, people seemed to respond to this by tipping me rather generously. I walked away that night with almost $300 in cash.
you're a fucking wanker
a thirteen hour day? Boo fucking hoo. I've done thirty-six hour stints working trade shows and travelling, I've put in sixteen hour days at my office under deadline, and you were crying to your customers about how you had to work a long shift when they had the audacity to complain that their pizza was an hour and a half late?
cry me a goddamn river
you think that's hard, try a 50 hour day!
that'll put some hair on your bones
i was delivering live buzzsaws, and this was in the days before health and safety gave them metal gloves to handle them
This thread makes me want to never work for a company again.
Maybe I'll become a mad trapper.
Also, I worked for three years on the oil rigs. 14 hour night shifts at -40 for 3 weeks, everday.
The pay made up for everthing, but that sort of things kills a part of your soul and hardens you up. You begin to hate everything during the last week.
I once worked thirteen hours straight delivering pizza. Got in at ten in the morning, expecting to leave at four, but the second morning guy called in sick, and then the afternoon-evening guy never showed, and then the evening guy's car broke down and couldn't make it. So basically on a Saturday when I should have been the only one there for only an hour in the morning, I took every single shift, and so every order got backed up over an hour. At around 10pm people were getting pissy because they had ordered at 8:30 and I was just now showing up and how could you be this incompetent
I would look at my watch, then cut them off mid-bitch to inform them exactly how many hours I had been working that day, alone, and inquire as to whether they wanted to pay me for the pizza they had ordered or if I should toss it in the gutter in front of their house.
Oddly, people seemed to respond to this by tipping me rather generously. I walked away that night with almost $300 in cash.
you're a fucking wanker
a thirteen hour day? Boo fucking hoo. I've done thirty-six hour stints working trade shows and travelling, I've put in sixteen hour days at my office under deadline, and you were crying to your customers about how you had to work a long shift when they had the audacity to complain that their pizza was an hour and a half late?
cry me a goddamn river
I'll build you a three hundred dollar bridge over it. Congratulations on that enormous crucifix.
I once worked thirteen hours straight delivering pizza. Got in at ten in the morning, expecting to leave at four, but the second morning guy called in sick, and then the afternoon-evening guy never showed, and then the evening guy's car broke down and couldn't make it. So basically on a Saturday when I should have been the only one there for only an hour in the morning, I took every single shift, and so every order got backed up over an hour. At around 10pm people were getting pissy because they had ordered at 8:30 and I was just now showing up and how could you be this incompetent
I would look at my watch, then cut them off mid-bitch to inform them exactly how many hours I had been working that day, alone, and inquire as to whether they wanted to pay me for the pizza they had ordered or if I should toss it in the gutter in front of their house.
Oddly, people seemed to respond to this by tipping me rather generously. I walked away that night with almost $300 in cash.
you're a fucking wanker
a thirteen hour day? Boo fucking hoo. I've done thirty-six hour stints working trade shows and travelling, I've put in sixteen hour days at my office under deadline, and you were crying to your customers about how you had to work a long shift when they had the audacity to complain that their pizza was an hour and a half late?
cry me a goddamn river
I'll build you a three hundred dollar bridge over it. Congratulations on that enormous crucifix.
It's alright. People have different thresholds for stress and what they can take when it comes to their work. Yours is just lower than others.
Pussy.
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The Black HunterThe key is a minimum of compromise, and a simple,unimpeachable reason to existRegistered Userregular
edited December 2008
Retail, dealing with strangers, shitheaded, obnoxious strangers, can have someone completely furious within half an hour after having a good morning.
Getting fucked over by co-workers thrice and then dealing with shit head customers would not be fun
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Indie Winterdie KräheRudi Hurzlmeier (German, b. 1952)Registered Userregular
edited December 2008
my work week is
I wake up at 9:30
I work non stop, save for half an hour breaks for lunch and dinner, till 23:00
I do this for 8 days straight before going home for 3 days
I once worked thirteen hours straight delivering pizza. Got in at ten in the morning, expecting to leave at four, but the second morning guy called in sick, and then the afternoon-evening guy never showed, and then the evening guy's car broke down and couldn't make it. So basically on a Saturday when I should have been the only one there for only an hour in the morning, I took every single shift, and so every order got backed up over an hour. At around 10pm people were getting pissy because they had ordered at 8:30 and I was just now showing up and how could you be this incompetent
I would look at my watch, then cut them off mid-bitch to inform them exactly how many hours I had been working that day, alone, and inquire as to whether they wanted to pay me for the pizza they had ordered or if I should toss it in the gutter in front of their house.
Oddly, people seemed to respond to this by tipping me rather generously. I walked away that night with almost $300 in cash.
you're a fucking wanker
a thirteen hour day? Boo fucking hoo. I've done thirty-six hour stints working trade shows and travelling, I've put in sixteen hour days at my office under deadline, and you were crying to your customers about how you had to work a long shift when they had the audacity to complain that their pizza was an hour and a half late?
cry me a goddamn river
I'll build you a three hundred dollar bridge over it. Congratulations on that enormous crucifix.
Don't worry, kiddo, Rank is a champion at reverse-whining.
At my last job, I routinely worked 12-13 days in a row because of the money I would get, given that these were 12 hour shifts it kinda weighs you down afterwards, thank fuck I no longer work there.
January 1st will be my fifty somethinth consecutive day going into work. I do atleast twenty hours of overtime a week because I have no life and I still have trouble making ends meet.
I have not been with my company long enough to start accruing vacation time but for working Thanksgiving, Christmas day, and New Years day I'm getting six floater days that I can use to take off whenever I like.
I haven't actually earned the last four days yet, but i've already scheduled them to be used and am going to enjoy eight straight days in bed with my girl on the week of her birthday in January.
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WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
edited December 2008
I work 7am-3:30pm with great pay/benefits/vacation and weekends off.
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MrMonroepassed outon the floor nowRegistered Userregular
edited December 2008
I didn't post about my senior year at college because technically I wasn't compensated for it. Basically I adopted a 30-32 hour day schedule in which I would work for 26-28 hours and then pass out for four to six. That only went on for a week or two before I stopped having feelings of empathy towards my subject. For some reason the skin on my hands started peeling back to a fewer number of layers. So I guess I want to go to law school so I can recreate that experience for some reason.
Though I guess I was compensated by the fact that it helped me get this job where I work from 9:30-5 or 6 mon-fri, full benefits and two weeks paid vacation per year.
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It would be great if I worked at say, Target... or an office, or doing pretty much anything but essentially reclining face down over a stovetop of 12 blazing burners, glowing red cast iron, spitting oil, and delicious cookings.
When I work that much, food becomes incredibly nauseating. So not only I'm doing massive upper-body workouts in ridiculous heat and close, stifling conditions, but my blood sugar gets ridiculously low due to how nasty food seems most of the time.
And I want to go to school so I can cement my ability to work this type of job for the rest of my life.
I've been on my paid vacation, so I'm on day 5 of no work (a strange, disconnected feeling), and for some reason this tightness that starts in my right elbow and runs all the way across my shoulders to the round of my left shoulder is loosening. Maybe it's because I'm not flipping a pan every three seconds or hauling around blue-lids full of boiling liquids. Craziness.
Now, tell me how rough your overtime is. Really. :P
PS: If it weren't for cigarettes, I would have murdered everybody I know. And cooked them.
It was a "slow" day.
Since then my respect for anyone working in the restaurant industry has skyrocketed.
my alarm didn't go off yesterday so I almost missed a final, then I had to cancel a date to take care of my drunk friend.
Today it snowed so I almost missed another final, no one else felt like shoveling I guess, I have to work, and my mother just had an operation so I have to stay at home to take care of her and the pets.
Our food is really good and we have a lot of fun.
I would look at my watch, then cut them off mid-bitch to inform them exactly how many hours I had been working that day, alone, and inquire as to whether they wanted to pay me for the pizza they had ordered or if I should toss it in the gutter in front of their house.
Oddly, people seemed to respond to this by tipping me rather generously. I walked away that night with almost $300 in cash.
and when I laid down and realized that from that point on I had as much free time as I wanted for a month
man, that is probably the best feeling in the entire world
being really, really tired and knowing that you'll fall asleep soon, but also knowing that you have the time to sleep for as long as you want
it's just so satisfying
when they're very busy, they're just chaotic.
If by compliments you mean getting their drunk girlfriend to show us their tits, then yes.
a thirteen hour day? Boo fucking hoo. I've done thirty-six hour stints working trade shows and travelling, I've put in sixteen hour days at my office under deadline, and you were crying to your customers about how you had to work a long shift when they had the audacity to complain that their pizza was an hour and a half late?
cry me a goddamn river
:whistle:Cry me a river! OOoooooh:whistle:
Can only agree with Rank, try putting in 18 to 21 hour days for 2 weeks straight. Or what I am really saying is join the Army, pussy.
Our weekly totals would far exeed entire non holiday months. From open to close we had a lineup from the front of the store to the back with every register being worked. At least it passed the time quickly
I'm choosing between Warcraft 3's campaign, Starcraft's campaign, and Half Life 2.
Considering I haven't completed any of those, I figure I might as well, but then there's also WC3 multiplayer or TF2.
Help me choose, SE++
Apparently the top floors have dropped below 10 degrees Celsius now, I hate this building so much.
you think that's hard, try a 50 hour day!
that'll put some hair on your bones
i was delivering live buzzsaws, and this was in the days before health and safety gave them metal gloves to handle them
Maybe I'll become a mad trapper.
Also, I worked for three years on the oil rigs. 14 hour night shifts at -40 for 3 weeks, everday.
The pay made up for everthing, but that sort of things kills a part of your soul and hardens you up. You begin to hate everything during the last week.
I'll build you a three hundred dollar bridge over it. Congratulations on that enormous crucifix.
It's alright. People have different thresholds for stress and what they can take when it comes to their work. Yours is just lower than others.
Pussy.
Getting fucked over by co-workers thrice and then dealing with shit head customers would not be fun
I wake up at 9:30
I work non stop, save for half an hour breaks for lunch and dinner, till 23:00
I do this for 8 days straight before going home for 3 days
I get $125 a month
I fucking hate being drafted
man when I worked at IHOP I gained so much weight. But I ate like the king of pancakes every night.
You were just the unlucky sap today.
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I have not been with my company long enough to start accruing vacation time but for working Thanksgiving, Christmas day, and New Years day I'm getting six floater days that I can use to take off whenever I like.
I haven't actually earned the last four days yet, but i've already scheduled them to be used and am going to enjoy eight straight days in bed with my girl on the week of her birthday in January.
well I fucking hate you, how do you like them apples?
they are apples of fury and rage, fruits bore on branches of seething anger, and watered by bitter tears
so yes
Oh, and the pay, benefits, vacation, weekends off thing as well.
Not to mention the perk of working for a non-profit in the third year of a seven year grant cycle.
hi5, basically.
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I get my first check this Friday, we could do a lunch like we used to when I worked here before.
it is very very good
Though I guess I was compensated by the fact that it helped me get this job where I work from 9:30-5 or 6 mon-fri, full benefits and two weeks paid vacation per year.
/stretch