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What's the worst job you've ever had?

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  • В Англии черте кем-не по специальности а да,подай,пошел вон..
  • Litter picker: Picking up garbage that had been blown away from the landfill. (At least, as far as pride and mood went.) Come on over to , the new archive community for old Writer's Block questions!
  • I've had a lot of jobs that had rough aspects to 'em.

    Hardest physical work - Roofing. Back-breaking gig of spreading sticky tar with a mop over a flat, reflective roof in Florida's summer sun was probably the most difficult physical labor in my life. I surely couldn't do it these days. Additionally, half of the crew I worked with was drunk, half were surly and half didn't speak English to me. (those halves were not exclusive of one another, math nerds.). Who the heck drinks alcohol all day in the sun? Why be mean to people that are trying to get by? I can understand not speaking the language - but working with someone that doesn't have a common tongue can be a challenge for me - I like conversation, at least every here and there.

    But... I don't think that was my worst job.

    I've had a couple of jobs where my boss was abusive. The chief of one marketing company I worked at had some very serious mental problems. Off the top of my head, he - threw a mug at the head of his pregnant daughter-in-law, bullied his employees - including, but not limited to: yelling at the top of his lungs / threats of physical violence / calling the sheriff on folks that he hired as cheap labor - who were illegal aliens. (that's how he got out of paying them any benefits).

    That said, before I left that workplace - it was comical to see people stand up to him. He was such a classic and stereotypical bully that he didn't know how to react when someone didn't react in a cowed fashion.

    He called a dock worker out to fight, and the dock worker agreed... asked him to step outside. Bad boss responded by calling the police, claiming that the dock worker threatened him. When the big boss asked for witnesses, the entire staff refused to bear witness for him - told the truth, in that he'd called the guy out. The cops still escorted the worker off the property, but it made the big boss look like a complete feeb - and it crushed his bully-boy spirit for a few days.

    Later on, he was tried, and for the most part, found guilty for all sorts of charges hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of dollars, maybe into the millions owed to clients, employees and the irs - for details there's good ol' public records

    for both palm beach county see here - (see especially tax evasion) - and broward county (contract indebtedness for the most part.)

    The thing was.. if you removed that crooked and cruel boss-guy from the equation, it was a really good gig. My immediate leader was a good friend, and despite his being the nephew of the owner, was about as good a head honcho as I've ever seen. Strong work ethic, good with people, and able to take care of business. He's now working in Guantanamo Bay... and I suspect that he's a heck of a lot happier!

    Either way, I have long since moved to greener pastures, and I know I'm better off as a result.
  •  i have not had many jobs but the one that i hated the most so far is the one that i have now working for the sonic drive in. i feel degraded and like the only one that actually tries to do my job. i am the only little white girl that works there and my manager is a prejudiced black lady that looks for reasons to have my job. everytime i turn around i am being chewed out yet all of my customers love me. 
    i hear that Sears is hiring and i thought about applying for a job at the hospital to see if i could maybe be a janitor and run a floor buffer....at least i would feel less degraded. if i got a job at the hospital i would be able to also help people and be like a candy striper. i want to go to nursing school and help people and feel like i am making a difference in the world and am not just the nigger of the sonic drive in .
  • Video Store Clerk. Suckiest Job EVER. Only stayed for 2 months.
  •  In the fall, I worked at Wendy's for only 3 weeks.
    terrible !! all the other employees were so mean (minus 1 guy haha my sister's ex BF, he is coool as hell, a really good guy) and the customers were hell..
    I'm not cut out for the fast food industry ! haha

  • ....Never again.
  • My worst job was also the one that, on paper, looks the most impressive.  A little background.

    I was working at a hospital in southwest Houston doing surgical pharmacy.  I was *very* happy with what I was doing - decent pay, decent hours, killer job environment.  Then along comes this guy that I knew from school offering me the chance to interview for the job of editorial coordinator for the National Pharmacy Technician Association.  This job would oversee all editorial functions of the NPTA, both online and in print.  I would be the editor of their bimonthly magazine.  Let me repeat that:  I was being offered the chance to interview for a job as editor of a nationally published technical trade journal.  Naturally, I jumped at the shot.  Despite how happy I was at my job, a chance doesn't come along like this every day.  I interviewed and got the job.

    For three weeks, during the cycle of the issue I'd come in the middle of, I was overseeing their online distrbution lists - basically acting as a clearinghouse for all pharmacy news that was relevant to technicians and distributing it via e-mail to their mailing lists.  This didn't fill up much time, so I was quite bored for those first three weeks, while the goings on of my principal duty - the magazine - went on without my attention.

    Finally the one issue went to the printer, and the time came for the new issue.  I was told that everyone comes to the table with ideas for the issue's articles, and so I was asked to prepare some concepts before the meeting.  I got to the initial meeting between myself, the publisher (my boss), the marketing director, and the artistic director.  When the time came for ideas for the next issue, everyone ... turned to me for what I had prepared.  No one else had done a thing.  I was shocked.  I was being expected to visualize the entirety of the first issue I worked on without any guidance from anyone?  Yep, apparently, that's what was expected of me.  I managed the rest of the meeting in a daze, and finally everyone cleared out but the publisher and I.  He gave me about ten minutes of "this is what to expect, this is how the flow of the magazine occurs, you're going to do great ..."

    ... and then he hopped a cab and went to Australia for three weeks, expecting a final draft on his desk when he got back.

    He left no contact information while he was in Australia.

    He also had no Rolodex for any leads for stories, references, *anything*.  No phone numbers.  No e-mails.  No *names*.

    No one else in the office knew of anyone I should contact to get any of my stories written.

    I just had seven story ideas that were expected to be completely realized articles in three weeks, without the first hint of a lead.

    I spent the first week frantically searching for anything that could be useful.

    I spend the second week panicking.

    Sometime during the third week I went to my doctor because of the stress.  I was chronically hyperventilating, my pulse was upwards of 150, and my blood pressure was approaching stroke levels.  My doctor, being the inquisitive sort, asked me about any stressors in my life.  I told her about the new job and the problem with the complete lack of material to work with.  Her recommendation was to "get out of there as soon as possible."

    So when the boss came back from Australia, expecting a final draft on his desk, he instead had a resignation.

    That was 2004.  The experience was so traumatic that I haven't been able to work a 40 hour week since, though I'm steeling myself to find a full-time job as we speak.  I still have irrational fears about working because of my stint with the NPTA, and I'm working to get over those.  But money's tight in today's day and age, and we don't have the luxury of irrational fear anymore.  I just have to work my way through it when I can.

    So yeah.  That's my worst job story.  Hopefully soon I'll have a best job story to match.
  • I honestly can't tell you if the worst job I've had was working for McDonald's or picking corn on a farm. 

    Mc Donald's was its own little slice of hell.  I had to be there at four in the morning.  They didn't tell you how to run the registers, there were pictures but no key for them, the mornings were busy and hellish, the people rude and angry and they expected you to know how to pull your own orders without explaining ANYTHING to you about it.

    The farm I had to be there by six in the morning, riding my bike the five miles to get there.  No crisis.  I picked corn for two hours in the morning, picked tomatos for an hour after that, then sometimes squash.  I was looked down on because I was female and I wasn't allowed to help unload trucks because I was, as they put it, lighter.  Never mind I was stronger than the kid Josh they had working there. 

    I put my two weeks in at McDonald's and turned in my uniform after two weeks.  I never gave a two weeks at the farm because as they were picking help one day, Richard picked his team and John said "Oh, no.  You're not leaving me with this bunch of losers."  I looked at Andy and we were like "losers?"  I went out on the team and brewed about it for two hours, came back to the barn, got my shit, packed up, clocked out and went home. 

    McDonald's was just too busy and badly run for me to stay.  But at least they didn't call me a loser to my face and expect me to take it. 

    They were both hellish jobs.
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