Just got done working the CeBIT
Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 7:46 pm
... and holy shit what kind of horror trip it was!
I was working for a big Korean company and my job was to refill all the catalogs and brochures and whatever they had on their huge, masssively enourmous booth. (Think soccer-field size)
So I was carrying boxes of catalogues all over that booth for ten and a half hours a day, 6 days in a row. I had one 20-minute break per day, to get something to eat.
My feet are literally bleeding right now (no joke), I've got about 5 blisters on each of them.
Every day after work I got something to eat really quickly, than dropped to bed at 8 pm and slept till 6 am to get up for another day of Korean torture. Every morning, my feet would still be hurting from the day before.
Did I mention that I hate Koreans now? Fucking stuck-up, obnoxious little assholes. A few of them were okay I guess, but most of them were extremely irritating, especially the women.
BTW women:
My coworkers, around 70 rather good-looking women, managed to keep the average IQ in our hall constantly below 50.
Random bitch: "Do we have this catalogue in german? It's really important."
Me: "No. English only."
Random bitch: "Can't you look for it?"
Me: "I know we don't have them in german! Why is it so important anyways?"
Random bitch: "Yeah, that totally cute security guy* wanted one but he doesn't understand english!"
(* "security guy" = "complete retard, too stupid to get a job as a parking guard")
Info booth worker #1 calls me on the phone: "Could you bring us some more bags when you're not busy?"
Me: "Sorry, we're all out of bags."
Info booth worker #2 calls me on the phone: "We need some more bags over here. Can you bring us some?"
Me: "Sorry, we're all out of bags."
Info booth worker #3 calls me on the phone: "WE NEED MORE BAGS DESPERATELY!!! QUICK, BRING US SOME!!!"
Me: "Errm, as I've told TWO of your coworkers just a couple minutes ago, WE ARE ALL OUT OF BAGS! Do you people not talk to each other?"
Info booth worker #3: "Okay, okay, no need to be mean!"
I'm in the staff room, picking up some more catalogues, when info booth worker #4 enters:
"OMG OMG OMG I NEED SOME BAGS REALLY QUICKLY OMG OMG OMG SPLISHSPLASH HELP ME LOOK FOR THEM PLZ PLZ PLZ!!!!"
*me rolls up into a ball and rocks back and forth*
Not to mention the fucking customers:
"Do you sell this?" (points at huge HDTV plasma screen, price range probably somewhere far above $20,000)
"No sir, this is a trade show. We don't sell anything."
"Oh come on, I know you sell this stuff when the fair is over."
"Sorry sir, we don't."
"Oh well, I couldn't afford it anyways. What does this thing cost? More than my house, right? HAHAHA!"
Next customer:
"Okay, I'll take it. Just wrap it up, alright?"
"HAHAHA VERY FUNNY THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE HEARD THIS JOKE!!!"
Next customer:
"Do you have any give-aways?"
"No, sorry."
"Come on, I heard you guys give away memory sticks."
"I'm afraid that information is false."
"MY FRIEND GOT ONE HERE! YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME ONE AS WELL!"
Next customer:
"You know, your displays aren't even that good."
"HAY THANKS FOR LETTING US KNOW. WE'LL CLOSE UP SHOP RIGHT AWAY!"
To make a long story short: If the human body was designed to carry heavy boxes 10 hours a day, the job would have been aggravating, but okay.
With bleeding feet, hurting back and knees and obnoxious coworkers, it was the worst thing I ever did.
Next year I'll work as a promoter again, which should be better. Even more idiots to put up with, but a lot less physical pain.
I was working for a big Korean company and my job was to refill all the catalogs and brochures and whatever they had on their huge, masssively enourmous booth. (Think soccer-field size)
So I was carrying boxes of catalogues all over that booth for ten and a half hours a day, 6 days in a row. I had one 20-minute break per day, to get something to eat.
My feet are literally bleeding right now (no joke), I've got about 5 blisters on each of them.
Every day after work I got something to eat really quickly, than dropped to bed at 8 pm and slept till 6 am to get up for another day of Korean torture. Every morning, my feet would still be hurting from the day before.
Did I mention that I hate Koreans now? Fucking stuck-up, obnoxious little assholes. A few of them were okay I guess, but most of them were extremely irritating, especially the women.
BTW women:
My coworkers, around 70 rather good-looking women, managed to keep the average IQ in our hall constantly below 50.
Random bitch: "Do we have this catalogue in german? It's really important."
Me: "No. English only."
Random bitch: "Can't you look for it?"
Me: "I know we don't have them in german! Why is it so important anyways?"
Random bitch: "Yeah, that totally cute security guy* wanted one but he doesn't understand english!"
(* "security guy" = "complete retard, too stupid to get a job as a parking guard")
Info booth worker #1 calls me on the phone: "Could you bring us some more bags when you're not busy?"
Me: "Sorry, we're all out of bags."
Info booth worker #2 calls me on the phone: "We need some more bags over here. Can you bring us some?"
Me: "Sorry, we're all out of bags."
Info booth worker #3 calls me on the phone: "WE NEED MORE BAGS DESPERATELY!!! QUICK, BRING US SOME!!!"
Me: "Errm, as I've told TWO of your coworkers just a couple minutes ago, WE ARE ALL OUT OF BAGS! Do you people not talk to each other?"
Info booth worker #3: "Okay, okay, no need to be mean!"
I'm in the staff room, picking up some more catalogues, when info booth worker #4 enters:
"OMG OMG OMG I NEED SOME BAGS REALLY QUICKLY OMG OMG OMG SPLISHSPLASH HELP ME LOOK FOR THEM PLZ PLZ PLZ!!!!"
*me rolls up into a ball and rocks back and forth*
Not to mention the fucking customers:
"Do you sell this?" (points at huge HDTV plasma screen, price range probably somewhere far above $20,000)
"No sir, this is a trade show. We don't sell anything."
"Oh come on, I know you sell this stuff when the fair is over."
"Sorry sir, we don't."
"Oh well, I couldn't afford it anyways. What does this thing cost? More than my house, right? HAHAHA!"
Next customer:
"Okay, I'll take it. Just wrap it up, alright?"
"HAHAHA VERY FUNNY THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE HEARD THIS JOKE!!!"
Next customer:
"Do you have any give-aways?"
"No, sorry."
"Come on, I heard you guys give away memory sticks."
"I'm afraid that information is false."
"MY FRIEND GOT ONE HERE! YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME ONE AS WELL!"
Next customer:
"You know, your displays aren't even that good."
"HAY THANKS FOR LETTING US KNOW. WE'LL CLOSE UP SHOP RIGHT AWAY!"
To make a long story short: If the human body was designed to carry heavy boxes 10 hours a day, the job would have been aggravating, but okay.
With bleeding feet, hurting back and knees and obnoxious coworkers, it was the worst thing I ever did.
Next year I'll work as a promoter again, which should be better. Even more idiots to put up with, but a lot less physical pain.
