fuck this job.com

Oh what fun it is to open or close- never a midshift. How thoughtful of the head cashier to move my lunch up an hour since she wants to go to lunch with her 'posse'-so even though I've been in since 6 am and I'm starving, I can wait. (She's such a fat cow she could afford to go without some meals once in awhile Great that I was LIED to about the position I was given and how now I run from pillar to post filling in for shitheads that can't manage to get to work at all-nice that the bitch that makes my life hell is still making it hell.. Headcashiers are quitting left and right- cashiers requesting to leave-what's wrong with this picture?

I found this lovely website by yahooing 'i hate my job' in a blind rage.

Thank you so much for this and everyone who posts. it sure as shit makes it easier, easier to cope with my ratshit job knowing other fellow NORMAL human beings exist in the same pit of despair as I drown in in a daily basis. Here's an idea, we at the fuckmyjob.com forum should organize a fuckmyjob.com luncheon only here there would be no earth shattering silence that so often accompanies the luncheons our jobs offer.

SO here's my vent. I am 18, in high school, and work 6 and a half hours after school. I liked the job at first and everyone liked me. I was pretty naive I guess. Or stupid. Or both. But quickly things went to shit and beyond.

Hired a new guy for the sole purpose of allowing me to get the last bus home instead of paying $12 for a cab. He shows up at 8pm to relieve me, drunk off his ass, slurring his speech and falling all over the place. I send him home, call the owner to let her know of the situation, and that I'd be closing 1 HOUR EARLY. She tells me that I'm not allowed to close, and that I should have let the drunk work. HUH?????? If I had done that she would've fired my ass in a heartbeat. So now I'm stuck until 11, at a gas station/mini mart, in the ghetto, having to take a fucking cab home, and won't be reimbursed for cab fare.