People Share Their "I Don't Get Paid Enough For This" Moments At Work


Someone managing to find a job that they love doing everyday that also pays well seems like an impossible dream these days. Even if you do find a good job, there are still going to be some days that make you seriously question your decision to work there.

Redditor DaleWardark asked:

"What was your 'I don't get paid enough for this' moment?"

As someone who quite recently left a minimum wage retail position, my favorite response was from rubberrobbyy: "Every day at work". But the specific situations that people found themselves facing at work ranged from irritating to downright terrifying.


Back in HS I worked at the local movie theater. One fateful Friday evening a coworker and some friends had been drinking, and decided to see a movie. At least one of them vomited in the theater, on seats and the floor.

My Manager (who already had a hate on for me because I was overweight and he assumed that means lazy) told me to clean it up before the next show. When I said that I needed rubber gloves he said to just use paper towels. I said that it's a biohazard and I needed gloves. Again he said no, so I walked away, clocked out and left.


Fine, But You're Cleaning It Up

As a teenager, I was babysitting for less than minimum wage for a spoiled bratty kid. She was sick or something, and projectile vomited twice. One time was on her book case, as we were picking a story for me to read her. That was hard to clean up.

I was so relieved when the dad came home, because I was not getting paid enough for this, and could not wait to get home. He didn't want me to go home, however. He wanted to get some work done from home, and wanted me to keep watching her. I wanted to get paid and leave. He insisted that I stay and keep watching her. Since he wasn't going to pay me if I left then, and I really didn't want to lose money on that hellish night I finally firmly said, "Fine! I'll stay another two hours. But if she pukes again, you're cleaning it up!"

He looked aghast, he asked me to repeat myself. I did, but gave him 90 minutes. It still was one of my worst jobs. I'm glad they never asked me back. I would not have gone.


The Joy's Of Writing

I have to do half my work free of charge in order to prove myself for a contract, so I'd say that's not getting paid enough ... Especially when prospective clients decide to give me notes on that free work before hiring me.


Back And Forth

I was a UI Developer intern. My coworkers couldn't agree on a UI design for me to build, so I wrote the code for both and would comment out the code for one guy's design until he would look at the product, then I would uncomment the code for his design and comment out the code for the other guy's design until he would come and look at the product. It was kind of an infinite loop for a while.



That time I was a secretary in one of the departmental offices at my university, and my boss sent me out to find housing for an incoming visiting grad student. Can't hardly find housing for myself.


An OSHA Nightmare

They wanted something painted on a crane, 60 ft in the air. To get to it involved putting a ladder against the trolley, going across the top of the trolley and dropping off the other side. Nope, nope, nope,. I figured I could probably get to it but had no idea how I would get back.


There Is Not Enough Money In The World

"You will have to support Internet Explorer", oh no, not for that amount of money!


Bring Your Own

When my boss told me that we all chip in to buy milk and tea at work. We're minimum wage employees, no other bosses I know of makes their employees pay for milk


Those Are Some Waves

25 meter seas in the North Atlantic ocean. It was cool for an hour, then 2 days of wishing I had chose another career...

Deckhand on a ship in the oil industry. I still do it 12 years later and have not experienced more than 18 meter seas since. Seeing the world keeps me at it


It's Not That Hard, Is It? 

My team of grown ass humans suddenly forgot how to send email.


I recently spent 40 minutes on the phone with my boss, trying to guide him through attaching a file and sending an email. On my day off while i had company over. Kinda had to though since he was trying to send in my hours



I work in childcare at a big-a** megachurch. Every Wednesday I show up at 630 am and just work my butt off getting ready(we have a women's bible study then youth group, then a men's). I generally work 11 hours a week, all in one shift (I'm 15 so I mean). Anyway, three weeks ago the main pastor comes in afterwards and just loads like, three hours of f**king maintenance work on me. I'm a mandated reporter, I did tons of paperwork to get the eligibility for this job. I just said "nope." Then I was escorted off the premises.


Nobody Ever Organizes

Standing in the -18 freezer trying to find lost samples while my extremities slowly go numb trying to find one tiny sample among the thousands and thousands of frozen samples. Wouldn't mind as much if someone had actually labelled the boxes properly and put them in the right order.


How About No

Hey, you're early, great! This lady was about to throw up and didn't make it to the toilet could you clean it up? And then clean the mop...

Hey, I don't like the ribbon colour on those 50+ gifts you wrapped yesterday, could you cut off all the ribbons and throw them away, then wrap the gifts with this new ribbon?


Not Part Of The Job Description

Story time: Worked loss prevention at a big brand store a few months ago (minimum wage). They consistently f**ked me over on the hours. The one day of the week I couldn't work the night shift due to a class, you bet your ass they assigned me there every other week.

One night, near closing time, a roughed up dude who's clearly homeless and tripping balls comes in to the tools department, takes a toolset, looks left and right, then proceeds to shove it down his pants (front). "Supervisor" (he had his LP cert, I was still working on mine) radio'd in to tell me to either detain or slow him down while he can get there to apprehend. He knows I can't legally detain him. Regardless, I basically play tag with this dude back and forth between the aisles. All of the sudden I see the dude pull a syringe out of his crotch and full on charge at me to try and stab me. Needless to say, I noped out and let him go. A minute later, out of breath supervisor arrives and immediately starts going off on me for letting him go "so easily". I handed him the radio, the identifying piece of uniform, flipped him off and left.

Never went back, never answered any of the HR calls. Two weeks later I started my current job in the financial sector for nearly double the salary, and haven't looked back.


A Little More Than You Bargained For

25 meter seas in the North Atlantic ocean. It was cool for an hour, then 2 days of wishing I had chose another career...

Deckhand on a ship in the oil industry. I still do it 12 years later and have not experienced more than 18 meter seas since. Seeing the world keeps me at it.


Just Ignore Him

Listening to one of my idiot supervisors tell me how I have more than enough time to do my job and extra sh*t. He literally knows nothing about my department. Hell they don't pay me enough to speak to him. So I won't.


"Staff Only" Isn't A Suggestion

I work at a small health cafe and one morning a group of teenage white girls on some kind of school trip came in and basically ordered the whole menu. We're more of a "come in and quietly enjoy yourself" place but they stayed in for about an hour and made a ton of noise gossiping and putting their food on IG. Kicked the lot of them out when one of them came into the kitchen to get a selfie.


There's Only So Much You Can Tolerate

2008 and the economy was in free fall and I need to pay the rent. I took a job within my field that pays 1/3 my previous job. I had to. The job was something I am uniquely qualified for, but the boss treated me like the interns and students he usually had. He systematically wore me down, like all his other employees with insults and forcing the work to be redone over ridiculous reasons. At 5 months I walked because he was berating me and I was gripping my chair so I wouldn't punch him in the throat.

If I had attacked him, I wouldn't have been the first.


Sometimes It's Worth It Anyway

~10 an hour, working as a Registrar for an ER. One of my first ever shifts on my own. Sh*t is going down, it's an unexpectedly busy evening. I'm the only employee in the ER that handles admitting record transfers to other floors, and we've got a lot of them.

I've got consent forms plastered over my part of the counter, as well as the place where my partner usually works. A nurse helping with a patient that had to go to the floor before I could transfer him has already yelled at me as she wheeled him by my station. I know his room, and I've gotta find time to get his consents signed later. There's someone waiting for an after-hours eye surgery registration, which I have to do in the other office next to the ER, and it's very time sensitive. I'm alone because I'm cross-trained for both departments.

At some point, I put my hands down on my counter, took a deep breath, and decided enough was enough. I was ready to walk out right then and there. Medical staff won't stop doing their job because the record transfers and registrations are wonky.

But, if I go, there's no-one else doing my job. They don't pay me enough for this, but I'm needed at this point.

I survived the night without too many mistakes, had many more where I was on point with the chaos, and I'm now in a grad degree to work in Healthcare Admin, because as crazy as healthcare gets, you never go home asking if your day mattered.


Grad Students Deserve More

So I'm a chemistry PhD student, and at this point I'm doing full time research (most science headlines you read are actually based on the work of grad students) and my field utilizes a lot of chemical that explode on contact with trace air or moisture.

Notable among these compounds is tert-butyl lithium, commonly called t-BuLi. It's feared for it's exceptional reactivity. Squirt a couple drops of this stuff out of a syringe and you have a flamethrower. I'm not exaggerating. this is serious sh*t that people die from.

Now I'm highly trained in using these compounds, I know how to minimize all the risks associated with using them, and I have fairly good hands as far as chemistry is concerned. That being said there's always a part of me when I'm using an entire bottle (50-100mL) at once where I think:

"Christ. I'm not paid enough to throw my life in danger like this." I mean I'm barely paid at all, despite producing the intellectual property that universities make millions off of. And yet here I am... The reaction works beautifully and there's no other plausible way to do it. Plus, this is in the first step of a longer synthesis so you have to do it on a large, preparatory scale to make enough product to carry through all the other steps.

Good thing grad students are disposable, eh?


H/T: Reddit

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