Hasty, messy doodles, just enough to tell a story. I don't know how regular these will be, but I plan to upload one strip as soon as the following strip is done.
I don't know how many of these I'll do. Some will be funny, some will be horrifying. All of 'em will be true.
Notes on this strip:
- Yes, it was explicitly stated that we'd be fired for missing one of these meetings. Being late resulted in losing all your shifts for a week.
- Here begins the ongoing theme of passive-aggressive shittiness. It is also at this point that I begin to suspect I'm just oversensitive or something.
Next Strip: #9 Put My Thang Down, Flip It And Reverse It
It's a tough call as to what my worst job ever was--working retail in a teen store at the mall, or doing inventory at 4 am in dollar stores and grocery stores with uber creeps. Fewer sex offenders at the mall store, but more rules (at the other job, so long as I wasn't noticeably intoxicated, everything was A-OK!) Now I live in a third world country and work for peanuts doing freelance and it was A FANTASTIC DECISION, holy shit. Honestly, not having hot water is a small price to pay for not having to deal with customers and managers.
Ahahah I LOVE the "I KNOW RIGHT?!" panel.
At least 1. I'm out of there now and 2. if I ever have to go back, I know I can do it.
Again, these strips you do are so awesome, and a much needed reminder for people to learn that being a checkout chick/ waiter does not mean personal punching bag.
I so need to upload some of my serving sketches.
and play on words.
We are skilled in the art of Fuudforyu-Jitsu!
I guess I'm just naive, but man. I don't know how you put up with it. Seriously. You're a tougher woman than I, madam. Thank goodness for your new job.
and btw: i have a couple shots of me and my roomy as the 63 of TJ and Amal, they are a little dark but im guna work with them to see what i can do ^_^
And yeah. I love eating out, but now? Now I just want to brown bag it. :\ *HUG*
So, I think I'll settle for just "appalled". Very appalled. >| Not much really shocks me anymore.
Not that I've had bad experiences with calling people on their sexism before 9_9
I quit the last job I had before I went freelance not too long after a similar incident. It was a mandatory staff meeting (of course early in the morning!), and the bitch owner singled out and embarrassed several people, including me, in front of everyone. Apparently my poor man's clothes were not nice enough for her yuppie sensibilities. *fumes more*
I don't work well on massive sleep deprivation, so I probably would've fallen asleep during these meetings.
Fortunately at my job, it's the customers that are assholes, not the managers.
I'm usually at our place cleaning till 3am...but gesh...they wouldn't make me go into an early morning meeting. Certain words would be said if they tried to make us.
And that was low and harsh for them to say that about the shirts.
You're not oversensitive. ; _; I think I wouldn't be able to handle all this crap. you're so strong.
What I don't understand is why they think it's necessary to treat employees that way.
I find the more someone is happy with their job and the atmosphere there, the better/faster/efficient they do their jobs. At least I do.
You can tell when someone's not eager to keep their jobs without all this crap. >x(
The "Wal-Mart Cheer", at at least one store location, was a required activity performed at the beginning of every night shift, during the shift meeting. It was primarily required to serve as entertainment for the departing previous shifts, office workers, and any petty thieves being held captive at the back of the store at that time. I must assume they made us do it to amuse themselves, because the damn thing certainly didn't raise morale among the workers. Here's the punch line of the joke:
...I was threatened with termination if I didn't perform the Cheer to the satisfaction of our manager.
Yes, they do have us by the short-and-crispies. Doesn't matter where you are - management always stinks )=T
Even though things got really tight for us over the year, my husband and I refused to even set foot in Wal-Mart. I didn't want our dollars feeding that kind of abuse.
I know I pretend that things are fine sometimes but on the inside I'm fuming and want to strangle someone.
And the public humiliation... that just crosses the line for me. I can't believe it. I mean, I can, but I don't want to. e_e That's so awful and demeaning. Were you ever humiliated in front of everyone like that, or were you so graciously spared? : <
When I had nightmares 5 nights in a row, I knew I had to quit.
when i grow up i wanna be like you D:>
I think the amount of shit you're expected to put up with is in inverse proportion to the amount you get paid.
Dude. No. That's called "not liking sadistic, misogynistic creeps."