bkw said:

i used to hate it too, when i lived in new york. but you can work nights in new york and still have a pretty full, rewarding, socially active life.

i thought it would be the same when i moved to chicago, but it isn't. this is a great city and a big city, but it's not the city that never sleeps. it's very much a 9-to-5 culture, and if you work weird hours out here, you miss out on a LOT. at first i didn't mind it, but these days it's making me a little bit nuts.

i think in a perfect world, i'd have a day job with lots of opportunities to mix up my schedule if i so choose.

Anxiety said:

I actually meant to say that even though I work normal hours I still hate my job. I wouldnt like to work shifts cos I wouldn't see my family.

bkw said:

yeah, that sucks too.

I'm home! and boy was it boring tonight...I have to get up in a few hours again to go back to work its okay once I'm done I have the week off.

I would love a 5 PM - 1 AM shift, honestly.

Trade me jobs. The worst you'd have is a 2:30-10:30 PM. Granted though, you'd have to put up with dozens of fucktard tourists.

Nero said:

honestly the 5-1 job is not that bad the only thing is I dont get to see my mom and my mom and i are like bread and butter. I really miss spending time with her. Its okay tho only another month of this nonsense.

lol you and tourists trust me i know how that goes....I have to deal with them every day at the hotel. They are stuck up and whiney pale people from the hamptoms etc etc complaining about this and that...asking for extremly rare food...Its quite annoying at times.

BucketOfBouncyBalls said:

Here's a classic:

"Who owns the raccoons in the woods?"

Jesus Christ, right?

Nero said:

The other night I'm working late hours (it was only about 10 the rest. doesnt close till 11) and this man comes into the kitchen...just walks and im staring at him with a plain face

I'm cutting up a pizza pie and he goes..."are you serving food?"

I was very tempted to say...."No sir I'm here fondling my breasts, OF COURSE IM SERVING FOOD DAMN IT"

Needless to say he was one of those lobster red red tourists with the fanny packs....the waitress came in running after him saying...sir sir...you cant go in there..


they are just crazy i tell ya....I'm like this man must be from the southern or some other states and does not know how rude new yorkers can be.

BucketOfBouncyBalls said:

Fuck northern people coming into stores anyway. I HATE people from Michigan.

Classic:

"Wow, you have to take out the trash?"
"Excuse me?"
"why are you taking out the trash?"
"Because that's what one does when the bag is full?"

That's not so bad, but it exasperated me. WTF... no, I don't take out the trash. I ahve this bag in my hand for shits and giggles. Really we leave it until the fucking trash fairy comes of a night and leaves us a quarter in the can when he's done.

"WTF... no, I don't take out the trash. I ahve this bag in my hand for shits and giggles. Really we leave it until the fucking trash fairy comes of a night and leaves us a quarter in the can when he's done."




hahaha my co workers ask those stupid obvious questions all the time...

I'll be decorating cakes and one will go

"Decorating?"

I just have to stare at them with that plain....are you stupid? face.

BucketOfBouncyBalls said:

Here's the tourist disbelief:

"Oh MY GOD, I can't believe they wouldn't sell CLUB SODA..."

Yes. Becaue club soda is in high demand, you retarded whore.

Nero said:

!!

omg I had to do a brunch party and I was workin the omelette station...My job was to make omellettes. So this guy comes up to me and goes...

"eww...do you like have...egg whites"

Anxiety said:

I love hitting the stores after work to do my shopping

BucketOfBouncyBalls said:

What in God's name? I swear... I shouldn't work with the public. Sometimes I come home and lock myself inmy room for an hour or two because I truly feel if anyone else speaks to me, I'll strangle them.

BucketOfBouncyBalls said:

CynthiasSocks said:

Which will be Monday 8am!

BucketOfBouncyBalls said:

I hear ya, I hate going to work too, it sux. What I wouldn't give to either have my own business or to hit it big playing the lottery. Wishful thinking.