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By Mark D, July 28, 2012 2:39 am

So I’ve mentioned before that I’ve worked overnight stock for Giant. If there was one thing I eternally hated about the job, it was having to “Face” the products. This was made even more fun by the fact that my hands aren’t exactly small. So it was a ton of fun, especially when working with items that barely fit in the row they were in. See, you had to bring forward 2 pieces of merchandise to the front of the row. Because I guess otherwise people would think that we were sold out of that item?

It was easily the worst part of the job. First off, if your in the aisle with Ketchup and don’t SEE your brand of ketchup at the very front of the row, aren’t you going to take a peek and see if maybe there’s some pushed back? 90% of the time when you go to the grocery store, especially after 10 or 11, most of the products aren’t faced anymore anyway. You would have to be an idiot to not realize whatever your looking for is no longer there just because you can’t “see it”.

But it would be the end of the world to the higher ups if we didn’t face merchandise. You know, because we were actually trying to get EVERYTHING out and on the shelves that came in. But I guess looking pretty > having product on the shelves to buy. Then again everything about the company was ass backwards anyway. Since most of the bosses didn’t get in until 10 AM (it’s nice being in charge) they would complain that we didn’t put enough water on the shelves during the summer. Needless to say if they came in early they would see we stocked plenty of water, just the contractors bought it all up and no one else would stock the shelves. Despite us leaving a note and all the water by the doors to the floor.

I think they just loved to blame the night shift for everything, since we got something like an extra 75 cents for working overnights. For anyone that’s worked overnights before, that 75 cents really isn’t worth the level of frustration involved in working overnights. Changing your sleep cycle so that you sleep during the day is the absolute worse. Plus everyone loves to call you when your asleep, conveniently forgetting that you work at night. To top it all off? One time I put my head down to fall asleep, and a god dam parade came down the street.

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By Mark D, February 10, 2012 9:14 pm

I realize I haven’t been posting much lately. It’s mostly because I’ve been working a new job. It’s been a while since I worked a job that had me on my feet, and dam I am in pain. Truthfully I think I slipped a disc a few years ago working at a job. I’ve had doctors look at it, but never gotten a MRI on it. Which I really should have back when I had coverage. It’s a pain in the small of my back which feels like a tightening pain, and also causes my left leg a lot of weakness. Mostly centered around the top of my leg right where it starts.

So pretty much as soon as I get home, I force myself to go get some drugs and I have to lay perfectly in order not to be in pain. So writing isn’t high on my list of things to do. I realize it seems kind of silly, because it’s rather easy to type everything out. But all I would think of over and over is “Pain, Pain, Pain, Pain” and you can see how this would go. I just get home and need to unwind.

It also reminds me of when I was working and living in Brick NJ. I was working in a junkyard breaking my back day in and day out for shit pay. My ex would spend all my money and she didn’t work. When I’d get home I’d want nothing more then to just relax. I got to the point where I would take as much time untying and getting my boots off as possible. At one point I realized that it was taking me a half hour to get off my boots just so I’d have a few moments of peace. The amazing thing is that she’s still a complete child today. Doesn’t work, has no future, and she’s just looking to get some dumb guy to let her be a housewife. I was an idiot when I was younger.

So I’m trying to write up more posts in one sitting and schedule them to run during the week. I got a couple written today. Also hopefully in time and with drugs I can not be totally dead the second I walk into my house. I really can’t explain it, but I wish I could explain it better and this didn’t come off like me bitching. Which it probably does. Oh well, such is life and the internet.

Talking about my crazy Ex from Brick reminded me of a story from that time. She used to do stuff on Wednesday because I got paid on Friday and could put money in her account before the check cleared. Well one time she told me she went to the doctors, and I deposited the money for her and everything no problem. So Saturday comes along and we’re out driving, I decide to ask her which doctor she went to see. She stutters before telling me she went to see “Dr Staples”… Because she actually spent the money at Staples and had forgotten her story.

Even more amazing is that I was apparently wrong. She’s a department manager at Wal-Mart now. I can not imagine the hell that the people working under her are going through day in and day out. Who would ever put her in any sort of management position is beyond me. Hell, I’ve busted my ass at some places and had bosses who loved me and I still never had any sort of promotion. Another reason why Wal-Mart is awful.

So to pad this out a little more, I went to a Chinese buffet the other night with a friend. I was looking at their chicken and saw something that caught my interest, “Hong Kong Chicken”. It looked like regular chinese fried chicken with a coating of something on it. When I brought it back to the table my friend mentioned that “It looks like boneless wing sauce”. So I had some and that’s exactly what it was. With all the different kinds of fried chicken you can make at a chinese place, I will never understand why they bothered to coat it in generic boneless wing sauce.

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By Mark D, December 4, 2009 1:07 am

This is one of my rants from when I was working Giant overnights.

Somewhere around 4:30 in the morn last night I realized something. Putting Cream of Mushroom soup away really isn’t that fulfilling in any sense of the word. Looking back I’ve realized I’ve had a lot of chances to have some fun and instead I put them off because of work. Because I’ve worked early and didn’t want to be out of it for work or what not. I just realized something. I’ve been working with morons doing an idiots job and I’m the moron that actually gives two shits about the job. I come in on time, I do whatever I’m told, and I go home. I do all this and for what? I get shit on at every job I go to and I never have a chance in hell of actually progressing in the company.

So I decided I was going to call out tonight, hang out with a friend that was going to a concert and actually enjoy myself and not give a flying fuck about the job. Unfortunately that fell through, so it looks like I’m going to work anyway. But that’s it, from now on when I have a chance to do something I want to do, I’m going to fucken do it. I’m tired of these companies shitting on me. I’m tired of doing everything they want and getting nothing. I’ve missed so many fun nights? And why? So I’m not half-asleep doing a shitty job a monkey can do? Who gives a shit? The one guy I work with goes in drunk off his ass and about to pass out on his feet.

They are so desperate for help the only people they fire are unable to  do the job cause they are too old or completely incompetent worse then I  am.

Whats the worse they can do? Fire me? Really? I’ll just get my  unemployment pay and try to work off the books. I think my rants done.  But I just thought of another moment of my life that pissed me off.

I once did a science project where all I was doing was testing what melted ice the fastest. On a snowy day (or at least cool enough where the snow wasn’t melting) I put out groups of ice cubes and covered them in table salt, 3 different brands of rock salt and a group that was uncovered. I coated them all and found out the table salt worked the fastest for some odd reason. I came into school, went through the motions and such. Two weeks later the teacher mentions that someone did a science project with salt melting ice. I proceed to cover my head as she says “I called the Rock Salt companies and they all said that table salt is not the fastest at melting ice” And then another dickhead in my class raises his hand and says “That was Mark’s Project” she then proceeds to look at me and say “Mark, your project was completely wrong”

People wonder why I hated school. I wonder what kind of agenda the rock salt companies might have had against table salt? I wonder if you called five different rock salt companies they’d all say the same brand was the best one. Or if they might just say the brand put out by their company was the best one. The fact that a teacher would go through all that was insane.

What did we learn? Catholic school sucks.