Ever had one of those moments at work when you're faced with a situation that seriously makes you consider quitting? No matter the industry, it seems no one is safe from being expected to go above and beyond their pay grade every now and then. Here you'll hear employee horror stories from the people of Reddit, who exposed their "I don't get paid enough for this" moments to the world. Be forewarned that some are not for the faint of heart, while others will just make you feel a lot better about your own job, no matter how mediocre. While you're at it, you might learn a lesson in how not to be the villain of someone else's Reddit thread.
From Redditor/ u/SteakAndNihilism:
I worked in SROs (Single Room Occupancy) in the middle of the roughest part of my city. I frequently have to identify drug dealers, report them, get them banned, and then enforce the ban. I get threatened by them a lot, usually just with fists or knives. I don't mind that so much, if they come at me with a knife then the cops actually bust them and then they're out of my hair for good.
Well, one guy just kind of laughed at me and said I'd regret it if I kept getting in his way. Which people say, though usually more aggressively, and I don't put much stock into it. Then he gave me his name and just told me to google him.
Turns out he's the son of one of the more violent crime families in the area. They're connected to like 40 targeted killings, and a lot of them are guys like me getting gunned down in parking lots.
At that point I backed the f*ck off. $20 an hour is not enough to fight the f*cking mob.
From Redditor/ u/ChillyEli:
Was making $2 above minimum wage for a furniture rental store. I was supposed to be a manager in training but they screwed me and made me a jack of all trades.
One day they asked me to help out on "Repo Runs" and get back furniture from people that didn't pay. First red flag was going into an area and taking away a fridge from a family and watching them take all their food out for their kids and getting friends to keep it cold.
The nail in the coffin though was going to someone's house at 10:00pm at night, waking up the family, going into the bedroom of a sleeping child to wake him up so we can take away his bed as his parents didn't pay for it. As someone with young children at the time, I was disgusted in what I was doing.
I was putting in 18 hour days doing these repossessions. I asked my district manager what I would be getting as compensation as I've had to do some very terrible things. She promised I would be well compensated for saving the company a ton of money and product.
I got a $15 gift card to buy alcohol. I don't drink.
From Redditor/ u/its_okay_tommy:
I was one of 50 or so 12-17 year olds working on this farm harvesting tobacco. Most of the kids were illegal, but I was just 17 and homeless and couldn't get a job cause I didn't have an ID or any paperwork. I'd started hanging out with the Hispanics because they were the ones who got under the table jobs.
We got there at 6, lunch at one, leave at eight. It's summer and it's the heat of the day a couple hours after lunch and this young girl (not more than 14) working alongside me suddenly passes out and will not wake up. I called for help, and one of the guys watching over us walked over all slow and unconcerned.
"Can you wake her up?"
I said I couldn't.
"Alright. Let's bring her to the house."
I picked her up and carried her there. He had me set her down by a tree in the shade and then disappeared into the house. I didn't know what to do and I'm panicking, so I pour water on her forehead and take off her long sleeves (you have to cover every part of your skin when working with that much tobacco or else you'll get sick). A few minutes pass. She's breathing rapidly and shallowly and I'm still freaking out. So I yell to this other guy who's supervising us and he just says:
"Did someone call an ambulance?"
I said no.
So he calls the ambulance and then comes over and basically just watches me as I try to cool this girl down. As soon as they get there, all the supervisors tell me to go back to work and I don't get to talk to the EMTs. I never saw them ask any of the other Hispanic kids for her name or anything. I don't know if she came there alone or they just didn't notice. My supervisor later told me the EMTs said she was having a serious heat stroke. Never heard how she turned out.
I just went back to work. It was pretty good money compared to what I was used to.
They used to make us leave our water jugs by the barn because they thought we slowed down too much with all our hydration, allowing us about 10 minutes every two hours to drink up. We had to wear hot ass long sleeves and gloves and jeans. I remember drinking so much water I threw up, then drinking more cause I'd just lost it all lol. That really taught me how much a hat helps you when you're in the sun all day.
There were thousands of acres that all needed to be harvested and put up in less than two weeks. We did it in a little more than four days. Payment was $50 a day. That's the hardest I ever worked. Life isn't worth living if you work that hard.
That girl was dead silent up till the heat stroke. I still remember that. I don't know if places like that are still around but they shouldn't be.
From Redditor/ u/ sprite_is_spicy:
An old (racist) lady wanted me to count out the number of seeds in her tomato slices that I put on her sandwich. I say racist cos she said I probably didn’t know how to count in English and proceeded to aggressively count for me for and had me point to each seed.