Picture from herePhillip Sanders
ENG 111 – 63
Diagnostic Essay: Option 2
August 26, 2009
Have you ever felt deep regret from the moment you stepped foot onto a new job? I have,
and until this day it still ranks as the worst job I’ve ever had. Dealing with the work environment was a job in itself; from the filthy, dusty, warehouse floors, to the strong smell of
the chocolate powder which filled hundreds of bins. On top of that not only was the work tedious,
but the work was constant with very limited breaks. Money had to be made so I was prepared
to deal with those minor issues, but the management was extremely rude, and overly
demanding. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t expect to get paid for nothing; I’m a hard worker to a
reasonable extent, but this job seemed as though it was destined to be my worst job experience
ever.
When I heard I would be working in a chocolate factory it never occurred to me that the
strong smell of raw chocolate would bleed through every wall in the building. Bin after bin of the
powdered chocolate was all over the building so there was no escaping it. While being
transferred, chocolate would often fall all over the floor leaving trails in every hall; which I had to
clean up sometimes by the way. Worst of all, when I cleaned the ovens I noticed chunks of
chocolate build up from lack of cleaning. You can imagine what that must have looked like. All in
all I’d say the factory’s lack of cleanliness played a vital role in my opinion towards the job.
Working this job could’ve nearly been a good representation of slavery. My tasks were a
pure nightmare. For example: I was instructed to package bags of chocolate candy a specific way
as they were dispensed from a machine. This machine was dispensing the candy so fast that by
the time I was finished taping a box, candy was piled up the size of a mountain when I turned
back around. The funny thing is that this was the easy task; so you can imagine why this job as
no fun at all. Day after day I was instructed to do things more and more insane; pushing me to
hate the job more each day.
Despite all of the negatives, I could’ve hung around had management not been so
obnoxious. They were constantly complaining, breathing down my neck, and rushing me.
Though they knew how physically demanding the job was, they still always expected more
production. I was told to do janitorial work outside of my job description whenever they decided
to pick on me. The most frustrating thing was that no matter how hard I worked, my reaks were always cut short. Eventually I realized a jerk is going to be a jerk; and accepted the
fact that I would never win that battle.
All in all this was an unforgettably dreadful work experience. Work conditions were
unbearable; assignments were unnecessarily painful, and the management was as bad as it gets.
When told by a manager to wash trays, I was approached by the owner with, “you need to be
doing more than washing fucking trays all day!” As you can imagine, I carelessly lost it at that
point. With all I had been through, my mind was already set on the fact that this was worst job ever.
ENG 111 – 63
Diagnostic Essay: Option 2
August 26, 2009
Have you ever felt deep regret from the moment you stepped foot onto a new job? I have,
and until this day it still ranks as the worst job I’ve ever had. Dealing with the work environment was a job in itself; from the filthy, dusty, warehouse floors, to the strong smell of
the chocolate powder which filled hundreds of bins. On top of that not only was the work tedious,
but the work was constant with very limited breaks. Money had to be made so I was prepared
to deal with those minor issues, but the management was extremely rude, and overly
demanding. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t expect to get paid for nothing; I’m a hard worker to a
reasonable extent, but this job seemed as though it was destined to be my worst job experience
ever.
When I heard I would be working in a chocolate factory it never occurred to me that the
strong smell of raw chocolate would bleed through every wall in the building. Bin after bin of the
powdered chocolate was all over the building so there was no escaping it. While being
transferred, chocolate would often fall all over the floor leaving trails in every hall; which I had to
clean up sometimes by the way. Worst of all, when I cleaned the ovens I noticed chunks of
chocolate build up from lack of cleaning. You can imagine what that must have looked like. All in
all I’d say the factory’s lack of cleanliness played a vital role in my opinion towards the job.
Working this job could’ve nearly been a good representation of slavery. My tasks were a
pure nightmare. For example: I was instructed to package bags of chocolate candy a specific way
as they were dispensed from a machine. This machine was dispensing the candy so fast that by
the time I was finished taping a box, candy was piled up the size of a mountain when I turned
back around. The funny thing is that this was the easy task; so you can imagine why this job as
no fun at all. Day after day I was instructed to do things more and more insane; pushing me to
hate the job more each day.
Despite all of the negatives, I could’ve hung around had management not been so
obnoxious. They were constantly complaining, breathing down my neck, and rushing me.
Though they knew how physically demanding the job was, they still always expected more
production. I was told to do janitorial work outside of my job description whenever they decided
to pick on me. The most frustrating thing was that no matter how hard I worked, my reaks were always cut short. Eventually I realized a jerk is going to be a jerk; and accepted the
fact that I would never win that battle.
All in all this was an unforgettably dreadful work experience. Work conditions were
unbearable; assignments were unnecessarily painful, and the management was as bad as it gets.
When told by a manager to wash trays, I was approached by the owner with, “you need to be
doing more than washing fucking trays all day!” As you can imagine, I carelessly lost it at that
point. With all I had been through, my mind was already set on the fact that this was worst job ever.
