I have to get in on this one. I used to think my worst job was when I was a sales associate at Macy's and them nasty people used to go potty in the fitting room (word to the wise ladies, don't ever drop your clothing on the floor and wash what ever you buy from a retail store).
But I took a job last summer that took the dang-gone cake. After I graduated with my Masters I got a job offer for a position, however it turned out that the offer was an assistant position. Then while I was there turns out I was really a glorified secretary. I quit after a month when these heifers looked at me and told me that I will be the one subbing for the mailroom woman when she was out
. I told them peace that same day. I didn't spend $40,000 to get an education to be in no body's mailroom. There is more that occured, too much to go into here, but the mailroom was the one that broke the camel's back.
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