tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post114205506864169036..comments2023-10-23T00:04:35.356-04:00Comments on The Vault of Buncheness: SICK OF IT ALL: THE LITANY OF JOB BURNOUTBunche (pop culture ronin)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831085937894725459noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-1142897090858790342006-03-20T18:24:00.000-05:002006-03-20T18:24:00.000-05:00hey Bunche,hope i'm not contributing to the vitrio...hey Bunche,<BR/>hope i'm not contributing to the vitriol. if so feel free to slap me silly. keep your chin up buddy, there are a bunche of us who love you for you (and never order the potato salad) ;).<BR/>big mikeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-1142526768334084572006-03-16T11:32:00.000-05:002006-03-16T11:32:00.000-05:00So, why, exactly, can't you schedule some vacation...So, why, exactly, can't you schedule some vacation time? If you can't do that, maybe line up another gig--days, maybe?-- somewhere else (you have a following!) and give yourself a good 3 weeks off in between. Good luck. Call me.Sukihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11536342696980251585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-1142229023241533582006-03-13T00:50:00.000-05:002006-03-13T00:50:00.000-05:00Ace Petrone says:I know what you mean. I hate my f...Ace Petrone says:<BR/><BR/>I know what you mean. I hate my fucking job. It's mentally deadening, soul warping and generally thankless. Unfortunately, there is the matter of a second mortgage (aka Homelessness Suppressant) that must be attended to. Oh well. I'd rather be middle class and happy,than some miserable rich prick. No wait....hmmm lemme think it over more.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-1142117008980440642006-03-11T17:43:00.000-05:002006-03-11T17:43:00.000-05:00Unless the waiter/waitress is a complete tool, I a...Unless the waiter/waitress is a complete tool, I always tip at least the minimum 15%, more if they have the good sense to check on me at least once during the meal to see if I need anything and later if they ask if I want coffee or dessert. Having worked in a deli during highschool, I know first hand what they put up with. The problems I had to deal with were the losers from the local OTB who wanted free coffee and wanted to run tabs and the roaches who would migrate from the crappy Chinese restaurant into my freshly cleaned work areas. Ugh.<BR/><BR/>-RobAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-1142101311674971002006-03-11T13:21:00.000-05:002006-03-11T13:21:00.000-05:00The real killer here is what it's doing to your so...The real killer here is what it's doing to your social life, and your night life. As you know, I went through this for a year and a half, and while it chafed at me and I hated it, even so I didn't understand just how much it was stealing from my life till I quit. Velma and I are under financial strain now, yet we both agree that our life is incompaably better since I quit, and we both wonder how we put up with it for so long.<BR/><BR/>I'll miss your presence at the joint when you quit, but it's so obvious that you'll be immensely happier when you do. And you know, we'll probably see more of you anyway, when we can all just relax and have fun together because you have <I>time</I>.<BR/><BR/>Good luck getting free, man.Scrapshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17482867072396893124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-1142095649608640792006-03-11T11:47:00.000-05:002006-03-11T11:47:00.000-05:00Jackie's 5th Amendment - Ha! I can't believe that ...Jackie's 5th Amendment - Ha! I can't believe that place is still there. You'd think it would've been hipstered out of the nabe by now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-1142061815440671892006-03-11T02:23:00.000-05:002006-03-11T02:23:00.000-05:00Jukeboxes are, by far, the worst thing that I reme...Jukeboxes are, by far, the worst thing that I remember about my teenage years as a cook at Pizza Hut in the mid to late 80's- the worst was the three month stretch when The "La Bamba" Movie came out - Our Hut was across from the movie theatres and whole families would come pouring out of the theatre and want to "re-live the excitement" of the movie. I swear I heard BALALALALA Bamba upwards of 20 to 30 times a day. All of the cooks I worked with snapped and if the song came on one of us would run out, screaming, and kick the jukebox (these were 45's, played with needles, kids), until the song would skip and skitter to the end. One of the cooks who ran out and kicked it to the end right in front of a 4 year old who had just put his quarter in and chosen the song. <BR/><BR/>We did have the Stones "Shattered" on the juke - and that one was my favorite - I'd wait until the appropriate moment and scream into the seated crowd "Sex and Sex and Sex and Sex and look at MEEEEEEEEEEE!"<BR/><BR/>-KoblishAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com