Yes, that's all well and good but what do you do?
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Well then you fail at seeing the meanings of threads.Frybird said:
I am one of the many underpayed, overworked employees of GameStop. Luckily, I have the privilege of taking home the new games and playing them, then putting them back in the "NEW" section before you buy them.
God, Gamestop is such an awesome store. I don't know why all my friends say it's a second-rate pawnshop pretending to be a game store.HSIAMetalKing said:
I'm a network admin, and I have lots of free time during the day, but it's usually in ten minute chunks, so sites like The Escapist are a glorious way to kill time.
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Student atm, Freshman in college, planning on majoring in Psychology, what field idk yet. And for cash I offer my computer skills around campus. Seriously, its a good source of money, you would be amazed at the amount of people whos computer problems are do to the fact that they havent ran a simple defrag in two years. I also can fix consoles...not ps3 and wii but everything else im pretty good at 
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Quality analyst at a call centre. If you've ever heard "Your call may be monitored...", well, my job's doing that monitoring.
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Office monkey for my local council. More specifically, for the men who go out and fix the roads. Or, to put it officially, *this* is what I would have to answer the phone with, if you rang (And I had the same level of common sense as the morons who come up with this crap every time there's a restructure to save money):
"Doncaster Council, Neighbourhoods, Communities and Children's Services, Safer, Stronger and Sustainable Communities, Highways, Drainage and Street Lighting, Highways Department, Costing Section, Paul speaking. How may I help?"
I wouldn't make it to the end of all of that.
We get our share of crap from all quarters, usually from within the council itself. Half the time, it's just inter-office drama, but the level of backstabbing everybody does to each other is amazing.
My job, though? I answer the phones (Especially since the managers -four of them for our one office- and the supervisors are always out, and nobody else can be arsed), update one of the computer systems (A bag of shit) with plant and labour records, file endless quantities of A4 printouts, take information from a second computer system (Also shit, but not as bad) and put it onto that first one I mentioned (Yes, manually. It's retarded, that's what it is), take part in endless paper-chasing and just avoid getting dragged into the constant bitching and complaining. There's more, but I've blanked it from my mind at the moment.
At least, complaining about them behind their backs to the others in the office. I'll happily tear them new defecation interfaces verbally on the Internet, simply because if I'm going to ***** about somebody, it may as well be to as many people as I can.
"Paul, could you just..." (No, I couldn't. I'm already buried under shit you've delegated!)
"Paul, are you busy?" (Yes, you can fucking SEE me working. What are you delegating to me *now*?)
"I know you're on your lunch, but..." (Yes, you do know. Now turn around and we'll forget this blatant attempt to get me to work past the maximum "six hour" limit without a thirty-minute break ever happened. I'll go back to my sandwich and you get to keep the shape of your nose. Everybody's a winner.)
"Paul, are you in Task/Symology?" (Why bother asking? You may as well have said "Paul, go into Task for me. I'm a lazy dickhead and I want to make you do my work for me.")
"Can we make sure..." (You mean "YOU'D better make sure", unless I'm mistaken. And I'm not. Because the last time we had this conversation, it wasn't about any work you'd have to end up doing. Nor the time before that. Or the time before that.)
The council itself is a shithole, a place for the talentless and the corrupt alike. I mean, I got this job by being on the Dole for so long that New Deal gave up on me.
Yes, that's right. I was considered so unemployable that I was *given* a council job.
"Doncaster Council, Neighbourhoods, Communities and Children's Services, Safer, Stronger and Sustainable Communities, Highways, Drainage and Street Lighting, Highways Department, Costing Section, Paul speaking. How may I help?"
I wouldn't make it to the end of all of that.
We get our share of crap from all quarters, usually from within the council itself. Half the time, it's just inter-office drama, but the level of backstabbing everybody does to each other is amazing.
My job, though? I answer the phones (Especially since the managers -four of them for our one office- and the supervisors are always out, and nobody else can be arsed), update one of the computer systems (A bag of shit) with plant and labour records, file endless quantities of A4 printouts, take information from a second computer system (Also shit, but not as bad) and put it onto that first one I mentioned (Yes, manually. It's retarded, that's what it is), take part in endless paper-chasing and just avoid getting dragged into the constant bitching and complaining. There's more, but I've blanked it from my mind at the moment.
At least, complaining about them behind their backs to the others in the office. I'll happily tear them new defecation interfaces verbally on the Internet, simply because if I'm going to ***** about somebody, it may as well be to as many people as I can.
"Paul, could you just..." (No, I couldn't. I'm already buried under shit you've delegated!)
"Paul, are you busy?" (Yes, you can fucking SEE me working. What are you delegating to me *now*?)
"I know you're on your lunch, but..." (Yes, you do know. Now turn around and we'll forget this blatant attempt to get me to work past the maximum "six hour" limit without a thirty-minute break ever happened. I'll go back to my sandwich and you get to keep the shape of your nose. Everybody's a winner.)
"Paul, are you in Task/Symology?" (Why bother asking? You may as well have said "Paul, go into Task for me. I'm a lazy dickhead and I want to make you do my work for me.")
"Can we make sure..." (You mean "YOU'D better make sure", unless I'm mistaken. And I'm not. Because the last time we had this conversation, it wasn't about any work you'd have to end up doing. Nor the time before that. Or the time before that.)
The council itself is a shithole, a place for the talentless and the corrupt alike. I mean, I got this job by being on the Dole for so long that New Deal gave up on me.
Yes, that's right. I was considered so unemployable that I was *given* a council job.
I draw comics, which is to say I have just started my first. Don't know if it will ever see print but that's up to the writer, I get paid either way. Was doing portraits and illustrations for wedding programs before this.
It changes from year to year and assignment to assignment, but most of my work revolves around the maintenance and repair of military communications equipment.
My jobs is mostly IT support for a university faculty. But there is some network migration going on as well at the moment. Fun Fun Fun. My boss is pretty cool though, so it's alright for a paid activity.
I know the feeling all too well.
Supermarket shop biatch was my last employment. Just a general shelf stacker and cashier (although that migrated to mostly Cigarette and tobacco desk which this is more related to)
You get random customers coming up and asking you about departments you don't work in(and sometimes never cover for). So you are left going "Uhhh....let me just call someone for you!"
Then you get the look that says they think you are an idiot because you don't instantly know something you can't possibly know offhand.
Same thing applies with phonecalls and lost property, "I left my card in store did you find it last week?" (No idea I was on vacation last week...)
Worst/best part has to be when they are you about a random obscure product you had in stock a decade ago. Worst because you know you'll never find it and the customer will give you either the downtrodden puppy look or the angry 'i think you're a moron' elitest look.
Best though, because you get to spend a good half hour to an hour looking for it afterwards because 'You were sure you saw it last week on the cages in the back'.
Supermarket shop biatch was my last employment. Just a general shelf stacker and cashier (although that migrated to mostly Cigarette and tobacco desk which this is more related to)
You get random customers coming up and asking you about departments you don't work in(and sometimes never cover for). So you are left going "Uhhh....let me just call someone for you!"
Then you get the look that says they think you are an idiot because you don't instantly know something you can't possibly know offhand.
Same thing applies with phonecalls and lost property, "I left my card in store did you find it last week?" (No idea I was on vacation last week...)
Worst/best part has to be when they are you about a random obscure product you had in stock a decade ago. Worst because you know you'll never find it and the customer will give you either the downtrodden puppy look or the angry 'i think you're a moron' elitest look.
Best though, because you get to spend a good half hour to an hour looking for it afterwards because 'You were sure you saw it last week on the cages in the back'.
I'm a mature student at the moment, with a part time job as research lab rat and band(s) manager.I'm always very busy, but its quite rewarding.
