Woat job you ever worked? How long did it take you to quit/get fired

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texas409;9116148 said:
Cutco knives. My first job out of high school they sent me a letter in the mail saying they wanted to interview me then hold orientation afterwards. I was so gassed like yeah im about to make real money. First day walked in there with my shirt and tie on thinking shit was all good lol they did all this stalling then told us what we were gonn try to sell and it was some damn knives. Folks started laughing and clownin the presenter and he got mad af. They let us out for break or something and i swear half the folks left

I did Cutco as well after freshman year in college. Same exact thing, super vague description then you had a presentation with some clown cutting ropes and pennies with a knife. Left after the first day...
 
Landscaping job fresh outta high school. Was cutting right-aways for all the local plant giants in Louisiana. Swiped my weed eater at a patch of grass and baby snakes flew out every where like some orichimaru jutsu. The week before me and my foreman had to run from a swarm of bees that chased us through a sugar cane field. The same foreman got our tractor stuck in a swamp infested with alligators and niggas went Indiana Jones rigging come alongs, chains, and planks to rescue him. Chevy trucks earned my respect that day.

All that for minimum wage, I lasted 4 weeks before I quit.
 
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prolly mcdonalds....i still had fun there... but that was prolly my only job that i knew wasn't about shit

the manager used to get overhype about dumb shit and i'd calmly remind him we at mcdoanlds and none of that shit he talking really matters to anyone but him.....

he used to get furious....i quit after like 3-4 months
 
Only time I ever worked in fast food was Burger King when I was 16. Only lasted about a month.

The shift manager was a white lady whose name I don't even remember. But she had a form of dwarfism and a DJ Paul from Three 6 Mafia arm.

On top of that, her voice sounded like what Macy Gray must've sounded like at 4 years old so it didn't carry that well and took getting used to.

I never got used to it.

She'd be barking new customers orders and everyone more accustomed to her voice would respond accordingly but me. She she'd get frustrated because she actually have to scurry her little ass back to where I was at the broiler to hear her.

I'd just laugh at her frustrations like fuckit.

The only other black dude that worked my shift wore shorts with long socks and wanted to talk about fixin up old school cars all the time.

Ironically the last night I ever worked there I had a good night. I was cracking jokes with my coworkers and showing some personality.

Then like homie from Office Space, I didn't really quit, I just stopped going.
 
the golden arches. I was 15, got the job through the co op office at school. That shit was terrible. I was fuckin up all kinda shit the first day. I was burnin buns and patties and shit. Manager came back there and seen all that in the trash and was mad as hell. My co workers looked out and blamed it on this jackass that nobody liked so he took the heat for it.

They used to "mop" by pouring buckets of soapy water on that slipper ass floor, during lunch hour no less, had everybody in danger of mcfallin on that hot ass griddle. I'm like naw man. I never went back after my 2nd day except to pickup my check. The manager tried giving me the responsibility talk, thinking about my future and what not to get me to stay. I'm like I appreciate it but I'm good bro.
 
first job i ever had..

Home Depor Stocker..

my godmother was a manager there and got me the job but because i was still in highschool i couldnt work her shift and had to work nights..

the manager i initially had was cool but he got transferred and they brought in this mexican dude.. the mexican stockers was cool until he got there then it became an us vs them thing..

i was always good at computers and shit and a fast learner.. show me some shit once and i got it.. i use to finish my shit early and chill til closing.. Mexican dude came and started makin me help others with they shit.. then came time for a raise after a yr and all the shit i was doin they gave me like a 25cent raise.. nah.. they had me fucked ALL THE WAY UP!! lol

i was nothin to play wit from that point on. i gave them jus as much hell as they ggave me and it all came to a head when one day my car brike down some blocks from the store on my way to work..

i had some sounds in my shit so i wasnt jus go let it sit cause my shit wouldve got picked apart in that neighborhood..

walked to the store to call my dad and muthafucka go say im late.. i said some shit to him cant remember but anyways got on the phone and told my dad to come get it and as i was leavin he was like where u goin and i told him to go sit in my car til my dad came..

they mayve been busy that day who knows but he was tryin to tell me i couldnt leave that thats job abandonment ..told him fuck u i quit and left..

my godmother got wind of it. they was tryin to tell her i wasnt commin in to work tryin to put it on me.. they offered to give me my job back but i told her no.. i was cool on them muthafuckas.. plus i had a second job that was payin me 3x's what they were i jus kept it partly cause i got in on my godmothers name.. tre money i basically used to fix up my car..
 
My first job was working at this warehouse. "Special project" these things were always called. Me and my homie got in cause of his mom. We were the only 2 west Indian dudes there. Surrounded by Fillipinos. Sexy ass Filipino chick was some good eye candy though. My second summer back was shit. Manager was more bitchy. Basically I was cleaning these metal tins with rubbing alcohol. Shit used to put me to sleep. Got caught sleeping , got snitched on by the Fillipinos. Got outta there good.
 
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Cutco and that AT&T door to door shit.

I never made it pass orientation for Cutco cause im not about to try to sell knives to people I know talking about "Write down everybody you know... These are your clients" bs

The AT&T shit I applied cause it said looking for Marketing individuals cause that was the degree I was pursuing. I show up and find like 50 other people in there on some MLM shit, but was somewhat persuaded by the trial run we did because my instructor closed like three deals back to back in front of me...

Those must have been plants tho, because when I got out there on my own, walk'n around in the blazin sun by myself in some far off neighborhood with a button down and slacks, I didnt have luck on my side, ringing doorbells in this white ass neigborhood people peaking through the blinds acting like they werent home. I even had one african guy try to sell me a tv system after he told me what I was offering wasnt shit compared to his Google TV setup (his setup was pretty dope considering it was 2011)...

Still tho, I actually got three people to commit to full packages, which would have been about $500 for a days work, but when I called in for the credit check, all three failed and would have had to pay huge deposits, needless to say I didnt close that day, and had spent $30 of my own money in gas to get all the way to out there. Towards the end I was just sitting on the curb feeling like shit.

Tried one more day closer to the city and had even less luck, so the day after that I drove to the office gave them back there contact list and said deuces.

All in all I worked a total of 4 days including the initial interview, the walk through and 2 days of trying to get it on my own...

In trying to find work again recently tho, I've found so many "marketing opportunities" that are really just either post up at a store and try to sell direct tv/other bullshit or go door to door and try to get off this U-verse... All of them say, "looking for sports minded marketing individuals who are looking for advancement opportunities." They even go as far as having nice offices and shit to inteview you in the best parts of town, but its all lies

Working for yourself is the only way unless you are in some good ol' boy network, or can get a guarantee from a contact within the organization.

It's also become alot easier for woman to get jobs these days, especially black woman. I've seen a girl get a job fresh out of college that I was going for at CocaCola and she had zero experience.
 
"Lube Technician"

title is gay af. Really though it was a job changing oil and other fluids on vehicles. Worked there almost 3 years. Became assistant manager for awhile and ran the shop on Saturdays when i was 19. Ex gf's dad was my boss but he was a family friend so i had known him much longer than just when i dated his daughter. Pretty funny guy. When i worked above the vehicles working under the hood it wasnt a big issue. I made commission and stayed relatively clean. I was the youngest guy and nobody would really listen to me when i was in charge on saturdays which made things difficult especially with the crew we had sometimes.

We were always under staffed though it seemed. My boss didnt do shit with interviewing. People would just drop off resume's and he would ask them when they could start. No background checks or reference checks. A lot of people would prove to be pieces of shit very quickly or when they did show up for work they sucked dick at it.

Because of being understaffed and working in the pit was a bit more difficult for those who didnt have the experience, i was in the pit most of the time. Cars would come in driving from all over and be blistering hot. I would come home with burns every damn day from hot exhaust pipes or hot oil. Oil would be all up and down my arms all day. Grease everywhere. Was just a dirty ass job. It was a lot of fun sometimes though.

Had contracts with construction companies and car dealerships and ended up becoming friends with a lot of those guys. They would bring the trucks/cars in to get work done and even when they didnt need it, they would have the company pay to get services like transmission flushes and stuff so I would make commission. Then on Saturdays most of the guys that worked in the Car dealership would stop by every couple hours with a car and we would always smoke some weed behind the building while the oil was draining.

Was a ok gig for a first job, but no where else i could really go from where i was at. We never did any mechanic type work, just grease and fluids really. Radiator Flushes and air filters.
 
Many years ago I had no work history so I fell for one of those manager in training jobs. The truth is I was a door to door salesman. I sold some type of fine China and the shit was expensive as hell. They gave me a case of plates and taught me a demo. I went to my mom's house and I'm doing the demo and she looking at me like I'm crazy. Shit bad if ur mom won't buy it. I went to the office the next day left my case on the desk and walked out.
 
Lou_Cypher;9116826 said:
"Lube Technician"

title is gay af. Really though it was a job changing oil and other fluids on vehicles. Worked there almost 3 years. Became assistant manager for awhile and ran the shop on Saturdays when i was 19. Ex gf's dad was my boss but he was a family friend so i had known him much longer than just when i dated his daughter. Pretty funny guy. When i worked above the vehicles working under the hood it wasnt a big issue. I made commission and stayed relatively clean. I was the youngest guy and nobody would really listen to me when i was in charge on saturdays which made things difficult especially with the crew we had sometimes.

We were always under staffed though it seemed. My boss didnt do shit with interviewing. People would just drop off resume's and he would ask them when they could start. No background checks or reference checks. A lot of people would prove to be pieces of shit very quickly or when they did show up for work they sucked dick at it.

Because of being understaffed and working in the pit was a bit more difficult for those who didnt have the experience, i was in the pit most of the time. Cars would come in driving from all over and be blistering hot. I would come home with burns every damn day from hot exhaust pipes or hot oil. Oil would be all up and down my arms all day. Grease everywhere. Was just a dirty ass job. It was a lot of fun sometimes though.

Had contracts with construction companies and car dealerships and ended up becoming friends with a lot of those guys. They would bring the trucks/cars in to get work done and even when they didnt need it, they would have the company pay to get services like transmission flushes and stuff so I would make commission. Then on Saturdays most of the guys that worked in the Car dealership would stop by every couple hours with a car and we would always smoke some weed behind the building while the oil was draining.

Was a ok gig for a first job, but no where else i could really go from where i was at. We never did any mechanic type work, just grease and fluids really. Radiator Flushes and air filters.

That's one of the zestiest job titles I've ever heard
 
I had this sales internship last year

Im taking time with my college shit and I had postponed my internship for a few yrs

I remember my mom telling me I got to go into the medical field because "that's where the jobs are" and job security and shit

I never gave a fuck about biology, science, anatomy or any of that shit

I was more a people person, creative arts, communication, business type of nigga

I digress

Heard about this sales internship down in NC from a homegirl of mine right

I did this virtual interview shit with the employer and she told me to sell her this pencil (old school screening process for sales)

I did pretty well, when I get into a social mood, I can bullshit with the best of them

anyways, I got the offer, took it, flew down to NC

to this sales academy, shit wasn't that bad

We were up in the dorms, me and about 300 other people. My roommate was this filipino nigga, he was corny, but corny enough to wanna kill myself

Though it was an "all expense paid" trip, this shit was draining. We had a script we had to fucking memorize, we had to get at 5:30am and since it was co-ed dorm, it was me and three other guys that had to take a shower, I had to get up at 5:00am in order to be the first

then we had to get dressed business attire, then we had to eat breakfast quick as fuck and then meet in this auditorium, and sit thru bullshit presentations

We did this for 7 days

Then for the rest of the summer (12 wks), we had to sell and promote this bullshit ass product of a school planner and convince the businesses in the area pay to have their ads in the back

NIGGA

I didn't have but one sale the entire time and that was to a local gym. I had business owners escort me out their business, told me "No" about 11 times thru my pitch, and I had to walk around in the hot ass sun in NC wearing business clothes

And a nigga wanted to scrap with me cause I looked at the ass of his fat ass white girl

The product was garbage cause no business is going to pay a thousands or hundreds to feature their shit in a school planner, when print publications are going out of style

Shit was awful
 
Demolition with my uncle..me and whole crew got fired in 3 weeks.

Funny thing wit my uncle tho..he play too much, kept fucking wit this boy..he boy go..chill out pigeon..That's his nickname

His boy got upset and took the work Truck and left. The foreman told him to go find dude and get em.

He come back wit the truck, covered and dirt and bloody. Talking bout he had to scrap it out wit dude. This was at the end of the work day. He come to be talking bout..now that we off, let's go get that nigga

Told him I had to catch the bus..lol
 
I remember my teacher from philosophy class

Freshman yr

Nigga looked and smelled like a bum

Brought a 2 liter mountain dew in his briefcase

Unintentionally hilarious, but smart white nigga

He told a story about one of his first jobs being that at a porn shop

the stories he told were hilarious

they had a back area, where it was like a "peep show" area, where ppl would jack off or go fuck

He saw trannies, gays, lesbians, all type of freaky shit

A nigga that was a regular who would use the room came in one day and made a cake for the staff

Nigga said he tossed that shit with the quickness lol

A co-worker that was tasked with cleaning the peep show quit

So he was tasked with cleaning out the "peep show" area one day

Nigga was like that was when I had it, he took a bucket of bleach, tossed it in there

and bounced

 
gorilla;9116593 said:
the golden arches. I was 15, got the job through the co op office at school. That shit was terrible. I was fuckin up all kinda shit the first day. I was burnin buns and patties and shit. Manager came back there and seen all that in the trash and was mad as hell. My co workers looked out and blamed it on this jackass that nobody liked so he took the heat for it.

They used to "mop" by pouring buckets of soapy water on that slipper ass floor, during lunch hour no less, had everybody in danger of mcfallin on that hot ass griddle. I'm like naw man. I never went back after my 2nd day except to pickup my check. The manager tried giving me the responsibility talk, thinking about my future and what not to get me to stay. I'm like I appreciate it but I'm good bro.

Yo did you mean to type that or nah cause that shit got me dying hahaha
 
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