Help twid pick a second job

[LMNO]

Post office.

[AFK]

Dead serious...  Put together a resume with everything you can do in an office, and go to a temp agency.  Tell 'em what you're looking for, and let them do the work.

I second this. 

At my agency here, we had two Manpower associates, Manpower being a temp-agency, not sure if they are a Maine company or a national one.  Anyway, one of them worked here for a few months after our Administrative Assistant went AWOL, but she did such a great job she ended up getting hired proper by the agency. 

Seriously, if you can get in as a temp somewhere, and to a balls-out job at whatever it is you end up doing, you'll be in a pretty decent position to get hired by a company. 

[EK WAFFLR]

Dead serious...  Put together a resume with everything you can do in an office, and go to a temp agency.  Tell 'em what you're looking for, and let them do the work.

Manpower being a temp-agency, not sure if they are a Maine company or a national one. 

International actually. I worked through them for five years.

Twid, I third the temp-agency thing. Works very well in Belgium at any rate.

[navkat]

My mom who is now an executive-level office manager and business analyst took a summer job in her 20s assisting an exterminator. She still puts that job on her resume to this day because it's a conversation-starter that makes her memorable.

With 20 hours a week, you could do anything, really. Work for a landscaping company, that's some pretty nice, quick dough, usually off-the-books and you'll get buff over the summer. Or work for a contracting firm as an extra laborer. Same deal except you might learn some useful shit about how to fix stuff or hang drywall or some shit.

Fuck retail. I used to do retail management in my young and senseless years and went back to it when I first got out of the Navy and was getting my shit together for a REAL job.

As a kid, you really don't give a shit...oh yeah, you have work ethic and all that but you still believe you're invincible and since you're all the way at the young end of the see-saw, even if you NEED the job because, say, your parents are fucked up and you have to support your own shit, somewhere in the back of your head, you know this ain't the end so their life-sucking, corporate TEAM SPIRIT YAY bullshit doesn't really touch you. It's like when the school sent you to the district child psychologist because you're REALLY SMART BUT DOES NOT WORK UP TO [HER] POTENTIAL: you yes them to death. You "play the game." You act "as if" and tell them what they want to hear. 

Retail will DEMOLISH your spirit as an adult. Why? because you give a shit now. Because somewhere along the way, you learned to take pride in your work and came to understand that THIS IS IT. This is your life for REAL. How you spend your days sort of DEFINES you.

And as an adult, you have weaknesses. You're no longer invincible and NOW you can actually understand what the fuck they're SAYING when they cram their shit down your neck: somehow the words affect you more when they no longer sound like gibberish from the Island of Nabbagagga Land.

I would rather work for some mom & pop place for seven holy bucks an hour than spend one fucking twelve-dollar-minute at a "TEAM MEETING" drinking Krispy Kremes and eating a bullshit smoothie about wall-changes and mission statements and paging through the "Look book."

Fuck that. I'll get a spray tan, change my name to Juanita and sit outside Home Depot with no ID.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

My mom who is now an executive-level office manager and business analyst took a summer job in her 20s assisting an exterminator. She still puts that job on her resume to this day because it's a conversation-starter that makes her memorable.

With 20 hours a week, you could do anything, really. Work for a landscaping company, that's some pretty nice, quick dough, usually off-the-books and you'll get buff over the summer. Or work for a contracting firm as an extra laborer. Same deal except you might learn some useful shit about how to fix stuff or hang drywall or some shit.

Fuck retail. I used to do retail management in my young and senseless years and went back to it when I first got out of the Navy and was getting my shit together for a REAL job.

As a kid, you really don't give a shit...oh yeah, you have work ethic and all that but you still believe you're invincible and since you're all the way at the young end of the see-saw, even if you NEED the job because, say, your parents are fucked up and you have to support your own shit, somewhere in the back of your head, you know this ain't the end so their life-sucking, corporate TEAM SPIRIT YAY bullshit doesn't really touch you. It's like when the school sent you to the district child psychologist because you're REALLY SMART BUT DOES NOT WORK UP TO [HER] POTENTIAL: you yes them to death. You "play the game." You act "as if" and tell them what they want to hear. 

Retail will DEMOLISH your spirit as an adult. Why? because you give a shit now. Because somewhere along the way, you learned to take pride in your work and came to understand that THIS IS IT. This is your life for REAL. How you spend your days sort of DEFINES you.

And as an adult, you have weaknesses. You're no longer invincible and NOW you can actually understand what the fuck they're SAYING when they cram their shit down your neck: somehow the words affect you more when they no longer sound like gibberish from the Island of Nabbagagga Land.

I would rather work for some mom & pop place for seven holy bucks an hour than spend one fucking twelve-dollar-minute at a "TEAM MEETING" drinking Krispy Kremes and eating a bullshit smoothie about wall-changes and mission statements and paging through the "Look book."

Fuck that. I'll get a spray tan, change my name to Juanita and sit outside Home Depot with no ID.

For 12 dollars a minute, not only will I go to the team meeting, but will also stall it.

[navkat]

It's NEVER twelve dollars a minute...even if they SAY it is.

I remember my first SALARIED management job: I was offered $38K per anum for (quote) "Between 36-40 hours a week but with the understanding that you may occasionally work over that in a pinch but you'll be compensated for anything over 45."

I thought I was such hot shit. I was SALARIED. I was working in a UPSCALE FASHION house. I got a 25% DISCOUNT off the DESIGNER CLOTHES instead of the measly 10% the rest of the retail peons got. Woo wee.

My first week, I worked 60 hours.
My second week, I worked 60 hours.
My third week, I worked something like 70 hours and it stayed like that: somewhere between 60 and 80 hours a week. Before the holidays, through the holidays with the promise that it would get better AFTER the holidays "when things calm down."

But things never "calmed down." After the holidays, Regional cut back all the hourly hours we could assign to the schedule so that left we three managers to fill in the holes...and since the company insisted on two-man-integrity in the store AT ALL TIMES (or else you would be presumed a thief and summarily dismissed for theft--no shit), that meant the 60-80 hour weeks stayed at the worse end of that 20-hour window.

And the "compensation" for hours over 45? here's how they calculated that: Your annual salary divided by 52 weeks, divided by 40 hours, divided by HALF. I'll give you a moment.

Yes, instead of getting TIME AND A HALF as required by LAW, or even a FULL HOUR'S WAGE for each hour, we SALARIED slaves got HALF-TIME for doing the work of a SECOND FULL-TIME EMPLOYEE.

But the INSULT wasn't just the half-time, but the way they coded it for tax purposes: as a BONUS. In New York State, the employee is taxed extra on gift and bonus earnings and the employer owes (as far as I know) diddly squat. It's a GIFT. the recipient bears the burden of duty.

But you know what got me fed up? It wasn't the abuse to ME, it was the shit way they wanted me to treat my employees. I finally threw my hands up after they ordered an impromptu wall-change (Think: get on ladders, pull all the neatly-folded, displayed merchandise that you spent ALL night putting UP there, unfold them, hang them and take ALL the shit on HANGERS and fold THEM, get BACK up on ladders and place these in perfectly cubical, folded stacks INTO the wall cubbies...simply because they tell a different "COLOR STORY."), a three-hour job MINIMUM at TEN O'CLOCK AT NIGHT...just as I was about to count down drawers and CLOSE.

Bearing in mind the two-man integrity rule, this meant I had to ask a 18-year-old college girl with class at 0700 to STAY until well after midnight because there was NO FUCKING WAY I was going to be able to get anyone to come IN two hours early the next morning to be second-man in the store with me to do this shit. And how do you get the young thing to consent? How do you THINK? Scare tactics. Bullshit about teamwork and responsibilities. Threaten to cut her hours, hint that she'll be dismissed. I couldn't do it. I didn't DARE. It was absolutely unconscionable...and it put me in the odd position of hating myself one way or another so I chose to hate myself for NOT taking someone else down with me.

And this is why Henri Bendel, Express and all The Limited brands for that matter can go eat a dick.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

What you say about retail is true but I will amend it to say, never work corporate retail. At least nothing that's publicly traded.

I worked retail for 13 years, always (except for a few years at Borders) with small local companies. It was hard work, but not the soul-destroying nightmare of corporate retail.

[DECI4]

Become a barista.

[Deepthroat Chopra]

How about cleaning up after incidents of spontaneous human combustion? That's a specialty niche just waiting to be exploited.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Real suggestions or gtfo. Serious.

[Freeky]

I had a serious suggestion and then I forgot it.

What about trying to get a writing gig?  Like with The Examiner or something.  Still serious, but not the one I was thinking of.

[Freeky]

Another totally serious suggestion:  Do over-the-phone tarot card readings.  I tried, but always only got calls when I wasn't near my deck.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

If youre not deepthroat chopra you dont have to worry about the seriousness. Even deci4s suggestion is valid and reasonable.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Also i do have a rider waite deck and am willing to learn how to interpret it at face value.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Also i do like writing.

Also im still annoyed with dc for over the top ignoring my restrictions plus past annoyance. Just thought id put that out there. Reread this as nathan explosion it makes it more comical.