MonkeyGrinder
Well-Known Member
Worked at a factory manufacturing beds for a few months. In an extremely small backwards town. Extremely crap pay.
My interview consisted of a few questions. Can you read? I was kinda taken back by that and the guy who ran the place informed me that almost every single person there was illiterate. Am I on probation for anything? Most of the people there were. Which there's nothing wrong with that. I personally wasn't. It was actually factored into the schedule because the county's probation office was only open on Tuesdays between the hours of 2pm and 4pm. So on Tuesdays I'd say 7 out of 10 people had to leave and go do their thing for an hour or 2. It turned out to be pretty funny because I was clean at that point in time so I ended up peeing in bottle for a majority of them before they left. I was a human urine dispensary.
But after the bossman figured out I could read he ended up handing me a clipboard and giving me one of the easiest jobs there. I figured out the ropes of it really quick and put together a system where I was done with my duties within 3-4 hours of an 8 hour shift. I then spent the rest of the time floating around and helping out other areas out of boredom.
The place was a good 100 degrees during the summer. When you're trapped in a huge building with 30 or so dudes in those temps it smells like strait ass>machines>dust.
I'm not a fan of country music by any means. There was a pretty decent stereo system everyone rigged up to jam out with. At 7am there was Hank Jr blasting. This was a morning routine. Then it usually shifted over to some classic rock or country. I ended up burning quite a few old metal mixes that went over really well. W.A.S.P. Iron Maiden etc. It made things a lot more tolerable. Anything else I enjoyed was far too niche and they didn't quite get it.
Back to the ass smell though. One of the guys there had a sister who would come in pretty often. I knew she was heading in because the wind currents in the place would carry the smell of her perfume over. Ended up hooking up with her a few weeks into that place and it kinda pissed him off lol.
Regardless though the pay there was absolute shit along with a shitty work schedule. Some weeks you'd have 5-6 days of 8-10 hours a day and others it'd get knocked down to 3 days @ 6 hours a day or something. So when it evened out it was enough to barely scrape by.
Eventually there was one hell of an accident and one of the employees was actually killed due to a freak accident. The company got sued to shit and Osha stepped started crawling through every nook and cranny of the place. The owner ended up closing shop and shutting it all down out of the blue.
A few months down the road I ended up getting a letter from an lawyers office about the place. Some big class action suit. The head foreman and his assistant were evidently slicing a little bit off everyone's brick of cheese there. I ended up contacting them and getting involved considering well that was my $ along with everyone else's there.
A few weeks later I got a pretty fat check in the mail and after everything was said and done the foreman and his assistant are doing about 18 years cause the IRS ended up stepping in and figuring out he was fucking them over as well. Which is something you do NOT do lol.
That's probably the shittiest job ever though
My interview consisted of a few questions. Can you read? I was kinda taken back by that and the guy who ran the place informed me that almost every single person there was illiterate. Am I on probation for anything? Most of the people there were. Which there's nothing wrong with that. I personally wasn't. It was actually factored into the schedule because the county's probation office was only open on Tuesdays between the hours of 2pm and 4pm. So on Tuesdays I'd say 7 out of 10 people had to leave and go do their thing for an hour or 2. It turned out to be pretty funny because I was clean at that point in time so I ended up peeing in bottle for a majority of them before they left. I was a human urine dispensary.
But after the bossman figured out I could read he ended up handing me a clipboard and giving me one of the easiest jobs there. I figured out the ropes of it really quick and put together a system where I was done with my duties within 3-4 hours of an 8 hour shift. I then spent the rest of the time floating around and helping out other areas out of boredom.
The place was a good 100 degrees during the summer. When you're trapped in a huge building with 30 or so dudes in those temps it smells like strait ass>machines>dust.
I'm not a fan of country music by any means. There was a pretty decent stereo system everyone rigged up to jam out with. At 7am there was Hank Jr blasting. This was a morning routine. Then it usually shifted over to some classic rock or country. I ended up burning quite a few old metal mixes that went over really well. W.A.S.P. Iron Maiden etc. It made things a lot more tolerable. Anything else I enjoyed was far too niche and they didn't quite get it.
Back to the ass smell though. One of the guys there had a sister who would come in pretty often. I knew she was heading in because the wind currents in the place would carry the smell of her perfume over. Ended up hooking up with her a few weeks into that place and it kinda pissed him off lol.
Regardless though the pay there was absolute shit along with a shitty work schedule. Some weeks you'd have 5-6 days of 8-10 hours a day and others it'd get knocked down to 3 days @ 6 hours a day or something. So when it evened out it was enough to barely scrape by.
Eventually there was one hell of an accident and one of the employees was actually killed due to a freak accident. The company got sued to shit and Osha stepped started crawling through every nook and cranny of the place. The owner ended up closing shop and shutting it all down out of the blue.
A few months down the road I ended up getting a letter from an lawyers office about the place. Some big class action suit. The head foreman and his assistant were evidently slicing a little bit off everyone's brick of cheese there. I ended up contacting them and getting involved considering well that was my $ along with everyone else's there.
A few weeks later I got a pretty fat check in the mail and after everything was said and done the foreman and his assistant are doing about 18 years cause the IRS ended up stepping in and figuring out he was fucking them over as well. Which is something you do NOT do lol.
That's probably the shittiest job ever though
