Just as the topic implies, so here we go.
Interestingly enough, all of them come from work.
3. Not a specific phrase, but your name being called to direct your attention somewhere multiple times in a minute at work
Yeah, look I know we're busy at work and you need me to do stuff, but if you can't let me focus on the task at hand, you're going to need to clone me. Last Friday this happened at work, everyone from temps to management to forklift drivers all calling out my name. One of these instances included teaching a full-time Dell supervisor how to use the pallet build computers.
I'm a temp at Dell and I'm training supervisors and plant managers how to use these computers when the last minute crunch is on and they feel it within them to help out. I didn't even get trained for this shit, they just threw me at a few DOS prompts and their archaic, internally homebrewed systems. I managed to wing it on what I remember of DOS and clicking around, but now I have to train people who get paid more than I do. Leave me alone or pay me more to care about these things. How to you become overlord of the shipping department and not know this shit? Seriously.
2. "How to lift a box..."
Yes, I know how to lift a fucking box. I know to lift with my legs and not my back. At the end of the day, after lifting hundreds of boxes in this fashion, the repetition is still going to get you my back. Not to mention, I'm probably not going to squat all the way down from a sumo stance to pick up the box. They come to you in all kinds of ways. Some of those guys in the back and launch those speakers. All of them except the Bose speakers, really.
I almost got nailed by an HD monitor going from one side of the label department to the conveyor belt. Did they lift with the legs and not the back? Clearly, we handle things with care here.
1. "Hustle"
I've hated this word all my life to the point I don't really try to use it. You're implying I'm going slow, first off, which might not actually be the case except for the one second you stopped to look at me. If I'm tired - like let's say working thirteen days in a row kind of tired - you're not motivating me to move faster, you're motivating me to strangle you.
My pseudo-manager (he's in training, but acts like he's the real deal anyway) advised me to down energy drinks to help me "hustle." Not only is the energy from those drinks a false kind of energy, you crash hard when it wears off. So when its done, it will make things harder. And in my case, it kinda screws with my medication. Not a good thing. I do like the Green Tea flavor of Amp, but I'll stick to my vitamin waters, thanks.
Not like I get paid enough to hustle anyway. Very motivated to hustle knowing they've already foretold us about layoffs after tomorrow. Yes, let me bust ass for you right as you're going to push people out the door, that motivates me so much, especially after you told us these people helped you bring in a record quarter.
Yeah, let's not forget those two guys you stressed to the point of having strokes. Never mind the people who were traumatized by the fact one of those two people dropped dead in the parking lot. Second shift really liked walking in on that. Hustle.
I have fury.
Interestingly enough, all of them come from work.
3. Not a specific phrase, but your name being called to direct your attention somewhere multiple times in a minute at work
Yeah, look I know we're busy at work and you need me to do stuff, but if you can't let me focus on the task at hand, you're going to need to clone me. Last Friday this happened at work, everyone from temps to management to forklift drivers all calling out my name. One of these instances included teaching a full-time Dell supervisor how to use the pallet build computers.
I'm a temp at Dell and I'm training supervisors and plant managers how to use these computers when the last minute crunch is on and they feel it within them to help out. I didn't even get trained for this shit, they just threw me at a few DOS prompts and their archaic, internally homebrewed systems. I managed to wing it on what I remember of DOS and clicking around, but now I have to train people who get paid more than I do. Leave me alone or pay me more to care about these things. How to you become overlord of the shipping department and not know this shit? Seriously.
2. "How to lift a box..."
Yes, I know how to lift a fucking box. I know to lift with my legs and not my back. At the end of the day, after lifting hundreds of boxes in this fashion, the repetition is still going to get you my back. Not to mention, I'm probably not going to squat all the way down from a sumo stance to pick up the box. They come to you in all kinds of ways. Some of those guys in the back and launch those speakers. All of them except the Bose speakers, really.
I almost got nailed by an HD monitor going from one side of the label department to the conveyor belt. Did they lift with the legs and not the back? Clearly, we handle things with care here.
1. "Hustle"
I've hated this word all my life to the point I don't really try to use it. You're implying I'm going slow, first off, which might not actually be the case except for the one second you stopped to look at me. If I'm tired - like let's say working thirteen days in a row kind of tired - you're not motivating me to move faster, you're motivating me to strangle you.
My pseudo-manager (he's in training, but acts like he's the real deal anyway) advised me to down energy drinks to help me "hustle." Not only is the energy from those drinks a false kind of energy, you crash hard when it wears off. So when its done, it will make things harder. And in my case, it kinda screws with my medication. Not a good thing. I do like the Green Tea flavor of Amp, but I'll stick to my vitamin waters, thanks.
Not like I get paid enough to hustle anyway. Very motivated to hustle knowing they've already foretold us about layoffs after tomorrow. Yes, let me bust ass for you right as you're going to push people out the door, that motivates me so much, especially after you told us these people helped you bring in a record quarter.
Yeah, let's not forget those two guys you stressed to the point of having strokes. Never mind the people who were traumatized by the fact one of those two people dropped dead in the parking lot. Second shift really liked walking in on that. Hustle.
I have fury.
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