lord_jamitossi
08-02-2006, 10:25 PM
I'm replacing a woman who's gone on vacation at a company named MP 4-Way. I have 2 days left, and it's the most completely pointless and retarded job that has ever existed.
What I do:
There is a company called Media Power in the States. I am charged with sending their products to people in Canada who have ordered them. The catch : their products are vitamin suppliments and joint cream that they sell on late-night television and radio infomercials.
I'm absolutely sure these things don't work. I checked out their website (www.drpinkus.com) and it's pretty obvious I'm distributing snake oil.
My task is essentially to go on the computer in the morning and get the orders in a PDF file. I have to print them out with a printer that actually doesn't work. Then I have to fill out a form for each and every one of them and then put them on boxes and send them out.
It wouldn't be that bad, but punctuate this with people calling up angrily on the phone to complain about the things I'm sending them. I have to try to calm them down and tell them the -right- number to call.
Then there's the returns. I swear any day now we'll be getting a letter-bomb. People return the products they don't use, mostly with angry letters. I fell really guilty all the time while doing this, especially when I get ones like "This cream did not help at all with my arthiritis, I was very disappointed." I can totally see some little old lady writing this after realizing she just paid 200$ for hand cream. Pitiful.
Now, some stuff this company is doing is actually helarious from my point of view. Buying "BUY THREE GET ONE FREE!!! B-1-BOMBER BEGINNER PACAKGE" actually costs 176$, and four B-1 otherwise sell for about 75$ (still a lot for sugar pills if you ask me). I've seen one guy spend 800 bucks for the same order that someone else got for 200$. Naturally, there is no definate price list, so people are getting screwed left, right and center.
I get bored easily, and it's fortunate that I'm working alone, because I get off-task pretty quick. I spent about half an hour last Wednesday juggling empty CalMAX cans (that's a calcium suppliment you put in your tea). I did target practice with elastic bands today. After discovering that a parcel sent to somewhere in Ontario had a postal code that started with L0L, I spent quite a while looking through the postal code directory looking for L0L 0M6 (like LOL OMG). I'm going to continue that tomorrow.
People have stupid names. I sent a package to William Wallace last week; he lives in Surrey, BC. Winston Churchill (name of an ex-prime-minister of Canada) lives in Newfoundland and ordered 6 bottles of digestion enzymes.
Some poor lady is named Jackie Jacoby. Zahava Shwartz is also a dumb name. I'm a very bitter person, I guess.
So yeah, what's the worst job you've ever had?
What I do:
There is a company called Media Power in the States. I am charged with sending their products to people in Canada who have ordered them. The catch : their products are vitamin suppliments and joint cream that they sell on late-night television and radio infomercials.
I'm absolutely sure these things don't work. I checked out their website (www.drpinkus.com) and it's pretty obvious I'm distributing snake oil.
My task is essentially to go on the computer in the morning and get the orders in a PDF file. I have to print them out with a printer that actually doesn't work. Then I have to fill out a form for each and every one of them and then put them on boxes and send them out.
It wouldn't be that bad, but punctuate this with people calling up angrily on the phone to complain about the things I'm sending them. I have to try to calm them down and tell them the -right- number to call.
Then there's the returns. I swear any day now we'll be getting a letter-bomb. People return the products they don't use, mostly with angry letters. I fell really guilty all the time while doing this, especially when I get ones like "This cream did not help at all with my arthiritis, I was very disappointed." I can totally see some little old lady writing this after realizing she just paid 200$ for hand cream. Pitiful.
Now, some stuff this company is doing is actually helarious from my point of view. Buying "BUY THREE GET ONE FREE!!! B-1-BOMBER BEGINNER PACAKGE" actually costs 176$, and four B-1 otherwise sell for about 75$ (still a lot for sugar pills if you ask me). I've seen one guy spend 800 bucks for the same order that someone else got for 200$. Naturally, there is no definate price list, so people are getting screwed left, right and center.
I get bored easily, and it's fortunate that I'm working alone, because I get off-task pretty quick. I spent about half an hour last Wednesday juggling empty CalMAX cans (that's a calcium suppliment you put in your tea). I did target practice with elastic bands today. After discovering that a parcel sent to somewhere in Ontario had a postal code that started with L0L, I spent quite a while looking through the postal code directory looking for L0L 0M6 (like LOL OMG). I'm going to continue that tomorrow.
People have stupid names. I sent a package to William Wallace last week; he lives in Surrey, BC. Winston Churchill (name of an ex-prime-minister of Canada) lives in Newfoundland and ordered 6 bottles of digestion enzymes.
Some poor lady is named Jackie Jacoby. Zahava Shwartz is also a dumb name. I'm a very bitter person, I guess.
So yeah, what's the worst job you've ever had?