Your Employees

[Griff]

I was talking with a buddy from Texas over vacation and he had this little tale. He was strolling up to the liqour store and noticed the girl behind the counter. She spotted him at the same time and hustled to the door. His first thought was, "These New Hampshire Yankees aren't nearly the cold fish everybody says they are, she's gonna hold the door for me...nice." She gets to the door sets the locks flips the sign to closed and hands in the air she wiggles triumphantly back to her seat, five minutes before closing. When we explained that she was a state employee he was pretty appalled that such an idea existed, but understood her actions.

This sorta fits with Tonys school story, public employees just seem susceptable to this kind of behavior. They gets the job, they joins the union, and they waits their turn. Its the difference between owning your own store and just manning the register.

[Uryoces]

I love my dad's wisdom on such matters:
"You know what you do? You go back in the middle of the night and throw rocks thorugh their windows". It makes such perfect sense. I haven't actualkly been pissed off enough to do it.

Course you could just superglue the door mechanism on the back door of the store, and wave your hands and wiggle triumphantly back to your car...

[Griff]

Interesting Canadian variation, its a little more enterprising.

[xoxoxoBruce]

Originally posted by Uryoces
I love my dad's wisdom on such matters:
"You know what you do? You go back in the middle of the night and throw rocks thorugh their windows". It makes such perfect sense. I haven't actualkly been pissed off enough to do it.

Course you could just superglue the door mechanism on the back door of the store, and wave your hands and wiggle triumphantly back to your car...

And just how does this punish the hired help?

[Uryoces]

Originally posted by xoxoxoBruce

And just how does this punish the hired help?

Kind of an incomplete thought I guess. Just piss on the back door.; something.

There really isn't any punishment you could mete out that wouldn't get you in trouble. I guess being a state worker at a liquor store is punishment enough.

[xoxoxoBruce]

Well you could rob the store, then deposit the money in their (employees) checking account.

[SteveDallas]

My wife used to work at $LargeChainBookstore1, and one time close to Christmas this guy came looking for a book, and he got really pissed off because it was out of stock. His parting shot, delivered as he huffed out the door, was, "Well, I guess I'll just have to go down the street to $LargeChainBookstore2!" This seemed to be (according to the guy's way of thinking) the worst, most horrible thing he could say, but it didn't seem to dawn on him that the average retail store employee couldn't care less if you go shop somewhere else, because it really doesn't affect them.

[Elspode]

My outlook on these sorts of things? Most people working retail are lazy morons who could care less if you shop there or not. I think the theory goes something like this:

"If I am polite, helpful, knowledgeable about our products and work hard, I get paid $7.50 per hour. If I am surly, ignore people, even when they ask me direct questions, shrug my shoulders and say 'I dunno' when asked about a product, and am the laziest fuck in retail history, I get paid $7.50 per hour. Do the math."

It is amazing how little pride anyone takes in what they do (all of us on The Cellar excluded, of course).

[warch]

I'm always amazed to meet someone with no work ethic- where the money is all youre there for. What a mouthbreathing waste. Find satisfaction in a well swept floor.

[xoxoxoBruce]

That's the difference between having a career and having a job.
With a career you chart career moves balancing success (money & accolades) with working environment (satifaction & lack of hassles).
With a job, it's making enough money to support a life outside of work. It's all well and good to say do something you like but if you can't make enough money doing that, then you have to do what does pay, even if you hate it.
You can find satisfaction sweeping a floor but when you get to the end of the room and someone has already trashed the other end, it's damn frustrating. Been there, done that.
During High School vacations (Christmas, spring, etc.) we'd scrub and wax the school hallways. The hardest part was the black rubber heel mark at the corners which was on our knees and scrub by hand. After vacation I punched more than one asshole making marks for fun.

[Uryoces]

I worked at Kinko's from '93 to '98. I think we did a pretty good job. We were the top Kinko's in the country in the last half of 97. The problem was people overestimating what we could do for our $8.00-$10.00/hr. The biggest problem was that people couldn't perform basic math. Even with our discounts for volume, it boiled down to 3,000 copies at .05 an impression. When jerkoff Mullet-man/Ukranian Amway Guy/Passive Aggressive Twat saw the $150 price tag, they were mystified.

Don't even get me going about color copies. Apply $1 a copy to the formula above and you really start to see the smoke pour out of their heads.

Computer Services just had to have the "Magic Button" that made everything better. It's called a $150/hr graphic designer at the least. We didn't have any on the premises.

By the way, never tell your manager the company CEO is wasted off his ass.

[richlevy]

Originally posted by warch
Find satisfaction in a well swept floor.

Personally, I prefer a bed, but whatever turns you on.

[OnyxCougar]

Floor, bed, couch, kitchen counter, bathtub, computer desk, wherever.

[Torrere]

but I need a pretty little assistant!~

Thank you, however, for introducing me to new possibilities as to where to find employment. I'm a little close minded.

[Griff]

I'd say a big part of the problem is folks making careers out of jobs. I just got through quite a runaround which almost resulted in missing out on my class this semester. Everyone was pleasant but nobody was willing to cross into anyone elses territory to get the necessary info.

It started when the person handling my matriculation retired or quit after assessing my undergrad work. Between her desk and the new persons desk one of my transcripts was lost. Everything stopped because they couldn't do anything without that transcript. When I eventually learned of it, I sent another letter to the earlier school and waited a week. I called the new school, no transcript. I called the old school and got the ole, "I'm just getting back from vacation and don't see your request here." rustleing of papers "Oh here it is its going out today!"

Eventually the ducks were in a row and I was told to meet my advisor and register for class Monday, the first day of classes, 1.5 hours from home and about 1hour from the location of my off campus class. I called my advisors out on vacation office and the secretary decided we should see if the classes were full. It turned out one was closed and the other was within a couple seats of closing. She suggested I sign up for class immediately. I drove to the main campus yesterday and went to sign up. They had a work study kid handling drop/ adds etc. I told her the situation, she looked up my file, realized someone had screwed something else up, called the responsible party, fixed the problem, put me in the class, and gave me a paper copy all in about three minutes. So after the three plus month runaround a work study student set me up in 3 minutes.