Worst Job You Ever Had

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I'll go first. This was between 10-15 years ago. I was a "customer service rep" at an auto repossession company. It was my job to lie to banks and financing departments of car companies (like Toyota) about their "cases" we were running for them. They wanted us to go to the debtors houses once a day and that wasn't feasible, so the repossession company had me to make up stories so the banks and car companies thought we'd done it. Supposedly no one got hurt, or that's how they explained to me when they hired me.

But that job just ate my soul. It was terrible. It just made me feel bad.

Dishwashing. It was much harder than any construction job I've done, my clothes were filthy after every shift, and the pay was abysmal.

Service Clerk at a grocery store. The low pay wasn't the worst part because the job title was a low-skilled entry level position I did when I was 17. It was cleaning up the disgusting redemption center and having to deal with the homeless, drug addicts who would hang out there all the time and sometimes some would even be passed out drunk.

Havn't find a job……

It's a tie between a waiter at waffle house for 2 and half years and working at good will for a job evaluation I dunno which one I would rank the worse.

Order picker for an insurance company when I was 18.

Salesgirl in a clothing shop at 15. Horrible.

In my first job they used a series of legal loopholes to pay me 20% of minimum wage.

I have to say working as a cashier at Carrefour in Taiwan.

The line was constantly busy, and their system is messed up. Basically cashiers can't correct scan errors, instead a supervisor must turn a key to correct a scan error. So a scan error could hold up the line for a LONG time because it took them a while before they could come and turn the key. I'm sure they hated the job as well. The pay was also extremely low (3 dollars an hour) and we got very little breaks as well, so I felt drained at the end of each shift. I kept praying for a way out and it came when the store decided to close on a short notice. I skipped the last 2 day of work, because I thought, what are they going to do, fire me?

I'm doing the same (or similar) things at Walmart and the pay as well as treatment is 1000 times better. Cashiering is a tiring job and the 15 minute breaks (in addition to lunch) they give really helps.

I've only had one job. I didn't enjoy it. I was supposed to deliver flyers. Since I did it through an agency for people with disabilities I had a job coach. I felt so awkward around her. Mainly because I felt attracted to her, but I didn't particularly like her as a person. My route was in rich neighborhoods. That meant the houses were very far apart and I often felt very unproductive. I was also exhausted after each shift. I once got a super vivid dream of flying over a house that was on my route.

Working at a chip shop when I was fifteen years old. I was living on my own, and I wasn't allowed to work officially because of my age, or claim any benefits for the same reason, so I worked for my landlord to cover my rent. I worked every single hour I could in that place, serving customers and cleaning, and it really was awful. I absolutely despised it. He also had me cleaning the communal areas in the building my bedsit was in. That was a nightmare, because one of the people who lived there was just the most vile human. He would ban me from using the kitchen which meant I couldn't store food in cupboards, the fridge or freezer, I wasn't allowed to cook, make a cup of tea etc. and he would spit on the work surfaces and leave food like sauces and stuff, or spilled sugar and hot drinks on the surfaces so they stuck like glue, for me to clean (he was worse than this but I don't want to go into it). The landlord didn't care. He was making me work well after the shop had closed and I frequently wouldn't finish until well past midnight, he never paid me a single penny for that or cleaning the house, and said my pay was only covering the rent. I also had to clean his flat as well. I hated working with customers who were stroppy if I made a mistake, and the till didn't work so I had to do the maths in my head and I am useless at maths so every day was a panic. He would scream at me if I didn't serve someone fast enough, or if I forgot that a specific customer had certain tastes like wanted a ton of mayonnaise on his chips, or if I made a mistake and didn't wrap food well enough, or if I didn't give his 'special' customers as many chips as he saw fit etc. God he was just a nightmare. I think the thing I hated more than that was the fact I knew he was taking advantage because he could. He knew the position I was in, and he used it.

Mine was delivering phone books, I hated the multi packs of them.

The last two years I spent delivering pizza at the place I worked at 10 years before...It used to be a great job, 300 bucks a week and only working 2-3 days a week...I come back and it was 2 years of hell, I felt like I was dying inside every day...My soul was being smothered in that job...Fortunately, I was able to get out and go to a car wash, the hours were sporadic, but it really gave me time to focus on some other things( my comic illustration) when I was unable to make anything happen with that last year I ended up leaving the car wash to work for a dealership collision center( which is to this day, the best thing that has happened to me)...But I will never work pizza delivery again...

I worked at a major buffet chain for a couple of months, and that is the worst job I've had by far. I was extremely overworked and underpaid. I had to close my station almost every night I worked, and I had to do it all by myself. I would start pre-cleaning 1-2 hours before closing, and it would still take me over 2 hours afterwards. Not only that, but even that apparently wasn't good enough (but they started making the day shift clean here and here). We also couldn't leave until everybody else was done (and I was usually done first!), so there were a couple of nights where I was stuck washing dishes until 3 in the morning. So many people walked out of that place while I was there. I ended up putting in my 2 weeks notice, or else I would have ended up walking out too.

Cheffing in a 2 rosette restaurant. Initially thought I'd be good at it because of my attention to detail and artistic streak. At least I was half right. When it came to making perfect food I was a natural, especially the parts that required the most attention to detail, getting a coulis to the perfect consistency, or cooking caramel to the exact right colour for sugar garnish, cinder toffee etc.

When it came to busy evening service or being faced with a prep list that required a lot of multi-tasking I would regularly just shut down when it all go too much. My mind would go blank and I'd get further and further behind. I'm sure I was only kept on because of my prep work, punctuality and reliability, I think I was lucky. Any other chef would have sacked me within a week.

I eventually started taking Adderall and Ritalin to help me focus and multi-task. And pretty much constant drinking to help with the anxiety (which is common even with NTs in kitchens, which is why I got away with it).

Eventually, after about 5 years I was completely exhausted and broken. Tired from constant drinking and all the drugs I decided to sort my life out. I got some savings together and just handed in my notice.

Stripping fibreglass insulation from a power station furnace.