I got a job at one of those "rent-to-own" stores.

Day one, after I fill out the paperwork, the manager throws me the keys to a van and says "hey...lets go driving".

I'm thinking I'm gonna be on the floor, trying to convince people to pay $10,000 for a $500 washing machine, so I wasn't sure what was up.

Dude was a chain smoker, so we're in this van all day with the windows slightly cracked and him smoking all day, driving around the city, knocking on peoples doors asking for money for their stuff. I was nervous danna mofo...like..I aint tryna get shot over a window unit AC. Get back to the store after about 6 hours and he says "see ya tomorrow".

Next day, dude hands me a stack of papers with phone numbers and says "okay, call all these people and tell them they owe us money". I stood there for about 45 seconds, said "hey man..I left my soda in the car, imma grab it and be right back". He says "okay, but hurry up..you got alot of calls to make."

I got to the car...cranked it up and never came back.

Next day I told my parents that the store had gone out of business.






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I was in college. Turns out it was for selling knives door to door.

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“There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.” -Albert Camus

i did the training and did one day of walking door to door in dress shoes before i decided naaaaah!

They wanted me to clean toilets and the supervisor had Down syndrome
I felt I could do better for myself than that; at the time I was on full scholarship for engineering

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“There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.” -Albert Camus

Answered an ad. Rolled into an office and there was this big Italian dude rocking a three-piece suit that was top notch. Talked to him and still didn't have an idea WTF he was talking about. Just that they did marketing for Fortune 500 companies.

He calls this dude into his office. This dude is wearing a ragged-ass suit he probably borrowed from his mom's uncle. He tells this dude to show me the ropes.

We go to this dude's car. WHOA! Busted Toyota Tercel that looks like it might have been used for the local fair's demolition derby. At this point I'm ready to bounce but figure, I'm here.

The gig ended up being selling Pizza Hut coupons door-to-door. I humored dude for 30 minutes and then told him, "Yeah, this isn't for me but good luck."

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>The gig ended up being selling Pizza Hut coupons door-to-door.

Am I missing something, did you miss typing more detail in here, or was this the entirety of the job? Was this a regional thing I would have to be in the location to understand? Why would someone purchase coupons?

"Sean sparks like John Starks, nah, Sean ball like John Wall" - Rest In Power Forever Sean Price.

It's like coupon packs. They sell you a pack and you basically get a free pizza for every one you buy. Pay $20, get $40 worth of pizza.

Pizza Hut was just one of the companies they worked with. They did similar things with sports tickets and such.

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now im thinking i did the knives training and bailed after the training. the door to door i did was the coupon thing. i remember the pizza and sports thing now.

what a trip. i had totally forgot about that interview and jumped straight to the door to door.

i remember that being a long day. i think one of the guys that i went with was straight up telling me it wasnt for me. i totally agreed. lol

You end up paying 20x the original price so your kids can have bunkbeds and you can get that living room suite thats gonna be to' up by the time you finish paying for it.



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My roommate and I made it one day/shift. Our bosses were a tiny white lady and a huge black guy who both yelled at everyone like drill sergeants for no discernible reason. We left that shift and never went back. The tiny white lady called our dorm daily for a week or two asking what happened on our answering machine.

We were kinda nervous cause we ate at that same dining hall every day but luckily never ran into either of them.

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it would be pointless to put them on there. no current employer gives a shit that i washed dishes at a seafood restaurant one summer in high school or worked as a food prep for the salad bar dining hall on campus my sophomore year of college.

I worked at Kinko's in college and did some graphics so I just roll that into my design experience. I also worked at a newspaper as a clerk. Eventually I got an internship, then a writing job at that newspaper, so I combine the time.

I’m in BK for the summer. I see an ad in the newspaper for fun job meeting people that pays X amount of dollars. Get to the spot in Manhattan and the interviewer was a fine ass girl. She was badder den a mug so I stuck around to hear what they were selling. But I didn’t hear shit cause I was focused on ole girl. Next thing you know we are in a van but I’m sitting next to her so it didn’t matter.

We going kinda far. Where the fuck we going.

Staten Island?

Huh?

Ralph who?

Man listen. People yelling at us, telling us fuck no before we even get to the door.

Staten Island smelled like shit too.

Seen this girl compliment a dude on his cologne and he donated like $50 cash. She was a hustler n

Didn’t get back til 10PM. Soon as we get to the building and she is flirting and asking if I’m coming back tomorrow... then some white dude scoops her up and slobs her down.

Man... fuck you, fuck him and fuck Ralph.

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TBH the fact that you're even a mod here fits squarely within Jag's narrative of OK-sanctioned aggression, bullying, and toxicity. *shrug*

>Man... fuck you, fuck him and fuck Ralph.

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and yall laughing makes me laugh again Haha

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but I can remember dreams from my childhood.

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TBH the fact that you're even a mod here fits squarely within Jag's narrative of OK-sanctioned aggression, bullying, and toxicity. *shrug*

i can retain a lot of knowledge but i cant come up with an interesting story to talk about. my story would be, "yeah such and such did happen. i remember." no detail.

memory is such a weird thing.

>I’m in BK for the summer. I see an ad in the newspaper for
>fun job meeting people that pays X amount of dollars. Get to
>the spot in Manhattan and the interviewer was a fine ass girl.
>She was badder den a mug so I stuck around to hear what they
>were selling. But I didn’t hear shit cause I was focused on
>ole girl. Next thing you know we are in a van but I’m
>sitting next to her so it didn’t matter.
>
>We going kinda far. Where the fuck we going.
>
>Staten Island?
>
>Huh?
>
>Ralph who?
>
>Man listen. People yelling at us, telling us fuck no before we
>even get to the door.
>
>Staten Island smelled like shit too.
>
>Seen this girl compliment a dude on his cologne and he donated
>like $50 cash. She was a hustler n
>
>Didn’t get back til 10PM. Soon as we get to the building and
>she is flirting and asking if I’m coming back tomorrow...
>then some white dude scoops her up and slobs her down.
>
>Man... fuck you, fuck him and fuck Ralph.
>
>
>

but would you be interested in a second mortgage?

got schooled by some of the people i called on what a mortgage was and why it didnt make sense to get a second.

i made zero sells obviously.

telemarketing was the go to first job out of HS down here but it was not for me. ended up working at the college PBS tv station instead. lol

"If I give money, will i get better protection in my neighborhood?"

No ma'am

"Then what am I giving this for?"


That job lasted about 3 weeks. I used to just call my girlfriend. Walked into the office and told them this wasnt the place for me.






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UPS: Loading Package Trucks - Hardest most labor-intensive Job ever.
Amazon: Sorting packages and Loading Pallets - Easiest Job Ever


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Current Favorite Song: https://youtu.be/8v_KFHnPImY

"I cannot see how nature could have created itself. Only a supernatural force that is outside of space and time could have done that. ~ Francis Collins

a friend of my wife's family owns a club

my wife's uncle works there

he gets me put on to do 'assorted tasks' (keeping the bathroom clean, running to the store for the chef, helping at the bar, cleaning up messes etc)

part of my job was also helping get drunk mofos up out the spot, or assisting in the removal of unruly guests

I'm 5'9" when the wind is blowing, and at the time...maybe 180.

when a dude from Turkey and and ethnic Armenian get into a drunken argument about the genocide...you don't wanna be in the middle of that.

it was cool for a minute tho.

IG: amadu_me

"...Whateva, man..." (c) Redman

>when a dude from Turkey and and ethnic Armenian get into a
>drunken argument about the genocide...you don't wanna be in
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It was Memorial Day and they scheduled me to work.

I was at a cookout, smoking an L trying to get back with my ex and she was at this cookout. There was no way I was leaving that cookout to wash dishes.

When I got home there was like 10 messages from the manager. Dude was calm on the first message, agitated in the second.. mad on the 3rd but by the 5th? Maaaan. Dude was cussing me the fuck out. I was rolling. 5th message was “if you don’t show up, I’m gonna have to wash dishes when I should be getting off to go spend time with my family”

Last one was like “... so I gues you want showing up, don’t come back”

I could smell the stank water through the phone.

Anyway... my ex played me but I was also messing with another girl and when I told her I quit I expected her to be all “damn, nigga ain’t got no job” instead she was like “good, you are too talented and smart to wash dishes”

Made me feel like a king for a minute. She was cool as hell.

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it was run by a couple of lesbian ladies who were super nice, but also pretty driven. It seemed like most of the people who worked there were strays who had been adopted. Call center kids are a special group and this was the 90's in Seattle, so they had a number of the candy raver types.

I grew up with no money, so calling people and asking them to just give me money didn't even make sense, and I wasn't good at it, like at all...

Anyway, i memorized the script, but at the first objection my shit fell apart. I had a couple of convos with the supervisor, because they listen to your calls. They weren't mean convos, but still telemarketing is like gambling, once you have the stink everyone can fucking smell it. The people you work with, the people you call, your bosses can all smell it and you can't get it off you.

I did it for maybe 5 or 6 weeks, because the money was decent. The last week, i just let my coworkers give me all the call cards with foreign and hard to pronounce names, just for laughs... oh their name is 'Phouc Lang'? Hand that card over here friend, and watch me handle this. After about a week of that, i called my boss like 'I'm not coming in today, or any more days I don't think'.

I felt bad cuz everyone was nice, and I'd never quit a job before.

In a generation of swine, the one-eyed pig is king.
-Hunter S. Thompson

I forgot about that one.

I was stuck in a room with a bunch of other cats, auto-dialing people for unpaid Bally's Fitness bills and stuff.

most toxic environment ever.

my last day, I went to the park with some of my co-workers at lunch. We were popping 'opiods', smoking and drinking beer.

I didn't go back. LOL

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"...Whateva, man..." (c) Redman

Shit ended up being collections. They put us through orientation instead of doing formal interviews and said we could break for lunch. I never came back. They sent me a check for $15 the next week, lol.

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Yes! She's on the drugs. (c) BoHagon

based on what hrly rate?

how many hours?

GIMME ALL MY MONEY

LMAO

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"...Whateva, man..." (c) Redman

there's call centers, then there was this:

-face and neck tats just came home dudes lingering in the hallway before the shift
-broads putting calls on hold to finish doing their nails
-dudes (myself and others) getting dome in the parking lot as managers and co-workers casually strolled by
-the older ladies who've been working there for 20 years and without fail still microwave fish
-Job corps "reformed" gangbangers asking to "borrow" your ipod/phone right quick

I was desperate, so I lasted about a month before I dipped

Nowadays I guess it's a website, but at the time it was a catalog. So we were there to take people's orders.

We were also the ones who'd put people's info into the computer to apply for credit lines. I must have done hundreds of those things, and I don't remember a single person being approved. In retrospect, that was probably a good thing for them. The catalog markets those credit lines like they're free money to support your passion!

The perk that I remember most: we were never allowed to hang up on a caller, under any circumstances. So on the days when someone calls high out of their mind on speed or something (this happened to me at least two times in the months I worked there), and talks AT us for literally hours, we'd just have some reading material handy and give the odd "uh huh" to let them keep talking. I once had a call go for five hours, and the dude never even tried to buy anything.

But as that story implies, at best, it was fucking boring. And it didn't pay well unless you did a lot of upselling (which I refused to do).

This was AFTER college, but at the time I was burned out and didn't want to continue in physics. After a couple months in this call center one of my old professors heard about my sorry state and offered me a very meager research stipend to work with him. I put in my notice at Musician's Friend, fully intending to serve my two remaining weeks. I think I made it through about three more days.

I decided to transfer to Pitt after my first year down south because I had the best summer ever. Big mistake. So I’m back at home, partying and fucking off. I had this job at a grocery store where I threw shut into bags without a care in the world.

During my break I would cop a sammich or a hot pocket. I had no idea they had undercover niggas. I was high... So I grabbed some food and since the line was long as fuck I said fuck it and circled back to the break room without paying for it.

Dude grabs me and says I stole shit. I was like nah... I paid for this homie. He asked for the receipt. I said it was in the break room in the trash. These fools were digging in the trash looking at every receipt. Finally they said there was no way it could be this deep in the trash. I said “keep digging, it’s in there”

I knew it wasn’t but I was stalling, hoping they would give me a warning.

When they said they would call the cops if I didn’t sign some paper admitting I stole I said.. “I just want you to know, I didn’t steal shit....but I don’t do cops”

I had an underage drinking charge or some other dumb shit and I was afraid it would get ugly so I signed it and bounced.

So I had to walk 3 miles... and it started snowing. Shit was real. The whole way home I wa thinking how the fuck did I got from college to no job and no ride, no girls, no nuthin’

Shit was a low point in my life.

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TBH the fact that you're even a mod here fits squarely within Jag's narrative of OK-sanctioned aggression, bullying, and toxicity. *shrug*

thass fuct up.

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They were scamming members out of CRAZY money cuz PT was run by a nigga who thought he was a Avon. Meetings were straight out of Glengarry Glen Ross.

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A lot of you players ain't okay.

We would have been better off with an okaycivics board instead of an okayactivist board

Fresh outta college needing a job because my student loans were kicking in soon.

Want ad said "customer service/marketing" all red flags if I saw them today but I didn't know any better.

Lasted about 3 months (which was 3 months too long). 2nd week I was there the whole office rolled up from Columbus, Ohio to Detroit for a national conference for the company.

That should have opened my eyes to the BS I was involved with but NOPE.

It was a big ass ponzi scheme, you sale these promotional discount tickets and get a small cut of the sales. The money gets floated up to your team lead and then the manager.

Found out the so-called office managers all lived together in a rented out condo (there were about 7 of them).

I quit after a trip to Pittsburgh where we were going door to door and somebody called the cops on me while I was waiting for my ride at a park bench.

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We rationalize dumb shit

I was home from college for Xmas break and signed up with a temp agency to make a little holiday cash. They sent me to this mattress factory that was on some sweat shop shit.

I worked a hydraulic stapler that hung down from the ceiling. At 8am they sound a big horn and the belt would start. Wooden box spring frames would come down the belt, and by the time they got to me I had to staple the covering to the frame. The horn sounded at 10am for a 15 min. break; at noon, for 30 min. lunch; an at 2pm for another 15. The factory was loud, so we wore earplugs and there was zero conversation. Being a newbie, it felt like those mattresses were coming fast as shit. I was like 19, working with grown-ass grizzled men and women, who spent every break chain-smoking and sneaking sips from brown paper bags.

If your box spring lost it's covering circa 1990...I apologize.

I worked there 4 days then found a gig putting together furniture at Pier 1.

>If your box spring lost it's covering circa 1990...I
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I wish I had went into a 3 week training camp at least before I started. Like just pushing around a shopping cart full of bricks to prepare for the physical toll this job was going to have. I got 3 hours in before I threw in the toll.

November 8th, 2005 The greatest night in the history of GD!

.......

The owner was always on coke.

Sara Jay lookalike before Sara Jay existed used that sex appeal to sell the dumbest of hsit to niggas. Sold two boxes of clippers to hood bar..

Had me all over ohio working off consignment going to places black people shouldn't be in. Almost had me out in Calcutta. I went to Steubenville before the bullshit.

Niggas was stealing from the place and incorporating it into their quasi legal activities....

This job never hit the resume.