Well everyone for the first time ever you all get to read a blog written by me, while at work! Not much going on at the moment, now that Leeds Festival and the wedding are both over with this is my life for the foreseeable future. Doing nothing but working trying to free myself from debt, which is a good thing because I’ve been in debt since the year began and now I’m working for this company, I plan on being out of it by the end of the year.
Usually when I start a new job I can pretty much tell within the first week or so whether or not I’m going to hate it. Previous jobs for example, a few years back after leaving my position as supervisor at electrical component manufacturing firm AGW Electronics (I was fired) I found myself as a packer at Utopia Tableware, packing glasses of all varieties. Stood next to a massive machine where at one end they print the logo onto the glass, then send it through an oven on a conveyor belt to heat it so the painted logo stays on, then at the other end I’d be putting them into boxes.
That for me was definitely the worst job I’ve ever had in my life, as I stood there for 10 hours a day Monday to Thursday next to a machine that generates a lot of heat on the other side of the factory away from anything resembling fresh air. I sweated like an absolute beast every day I was there, very little rest, the conveyor belt came up to my knees and I had to lean right across to get the glasses in the middle, all that pressure on my leg tore the ligaments in my knee, I then had to work injured, savouring every moment I was sat down. I dreaded getting out of bed in the morning for that job, taking between 25-35 painkillers a day just to take the edge off.
I was there for about five months before I went on holiday for a week in Wales, while I was there I got a phone-call telling me I had been replaced by some Polish prick, I was only agency staff so there was nothing I could do.
But in all honesty when they told me this I was relieved, at last I didn’t have to get up every morning and endure the pain and punishment for minimum wage. By the end of the five months I had lost two stone in weight, tore almost every ligament in my knee, had a trapped nerve in the same leg so the entire side of my leg was numb for most of the time and ended up with an addiction to pain killers.
I was out of work after that for around three weeks, in that three weeks I got myself off of painkillers and gave my leg a chance to heal, coming off of painkillers was hard, probably harder than it was quitting smoking last year (Though I’ve since started again hah).
After that I did a crappy part time gardening job just to get a bit of money in, that was only two weeks then I was given my first customer service role working for Ibis Hotel in Chesterfield.
That was probably the best job I had as I enjoyed the crack with everyone there, I knew most of the staff anyway, one of which is now my girlfriend. I enjoyed having banter with the customers and it was good having a job without targets for once. Unfortunately I wasn’t getting the hours there and while the people I worked with were awesome the manager was an absolute bitch. When I asked for more hours she saw fit to reduce them!
I got my own back though because when she gave me a week of 45 hours, I got a job elsewhere and walked out. Meaning she then had 45 hours to fill! Serves her right and from what I’ve heard since she still doesn’t treat the staff any better there.
When I say I know if I’m going to like the job after a few days or not, this has proved true as I got a job with a company called Zee Solutions, door to door selling on behalf of charities, didn’t really know what I was getting myself into with this one, they failed to tell me it was commission based pay only and classed as self employed, I did that job for four days and outright quit.
Same for when I did outbound sales for Unicom in Sheffield, I wasn’t impressed with the company, how the management acted and the fact that there is absolutely no parking in Sheffield, I quit that after a day then got my job at Voice Marketing back doing outbound sales for E.ON gas and electric, I hated the job last year but some how managed to do five months so I went back, this time was even worse, the data was worse, the management were replaced by absolute jokes of human beings and I knew I deserved something better. I quit there the second week on the phones and the company then saw fit to deduct £500 of wages for leaving early.
I’ve been at this company now for about two weeks near enough and I think I’m going to like it. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a job I’ve liked, while it’s quiet at the moment I know it won’t be soon, I’m training on the new systems and while it’ll be daunting at first I do tend to pick things up quickly, so while I’ll be busier as time goes on, I’ll be able to handle it and I think this is the company I’d like to stay with for a long time.
The thing I like most about Tribal is all of the people I work with are ace, usually you get that one dick head, but there isn’t one in my team, I have got people looming over my shoulder making sure I’m doing my job properly, if I do something wrong, I’m told about it straight away by who ever picks it up, not just bitched about to management and internet access! At Dixon’s Customer Service, we never got that, mind you we never had time as we were bombarded constantly by the idiotic public. At least when someone calls this company they work for a professional organisation!
Anyway! Thanks for reading this nonsense, just trying to keep myself entertained in between systems training, why don’t you tell me about the worst jobs you’ve ever had?