The worst job you've ever had?

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I was a telesurveyer. I had to constantly call people and ask them if they wanted to do a "survey" which 95% of the time was a political push poll. I got told to die, among other things, a lot even though I only worked there for a month. Sadly, I was the only person there who had anything of a decent future, since all my coworkers were deadbeats.

It was the most mind-numming job ever. I'm surprised a chunk of my brain didn't just come off, and run away. I only took that job, because I wanted a summer job and I had been turned down by 5 different places already.

Once I worked for the County Landfill Department. I worked in the office doing typical paperwork stuff, but due to my being Aspic, was transferred to field work. I had to go work at various landfills where the attendant was taking vacation. One of these was the landfill where they dumped liquid waste, such as grease traps and septic tanks. I will not detail what it smelled like. I was sitting in the trailer which served as an office, and tried to eat my lunch. Every time I took a bite of my sandwich, I wanted to spit it out due to the stench. I could go on, but you get the idea.

I worked in a waste water treatment plant for about half a year in between graduating from University and finding a real job... mostly my work involved shovelling. The waste that came into that place was from sewers, stormwater, and industrial i.e. a milk/cheese factory, and a slaughterhouse. Not quite as bad as Prof_Pretorius's one, by the sound of it, but it was still pretty bad.

Right now I'm on a midnight to 8 am shift in a blood bank, where not only do I not have to shovel anything foul, I also haven't seen any work come in for about an hour, and we have internet access. Pretty sweet by comparison

cutting bones out oof chicken. hellish.

I had two horrible jobs:

(1)telemarketing magazine subscriptions and
(2)working at a Waldenbooks (mall bookstore).

I spent one eight-hour shift bagging up pigs' ears at a meat-packing factory, watching pigs' head roll past on a conveyor belt and being stripped of the flesh like bananas being peeled.

I came home feeling pretty traumatised, and my dogs wouldn't stop sniffing my trouser-legs. It was cute for the first five minutes, but after the two-hour mark, it was getting a little old.

Then, of course, there was the five months I spent working at a department store selling bathroom and bedding products. My lack of decent interpersonal skills kinda killed that one from the get-go, and one morning I woke up and I just couldn't take it any more, so I told them I was quitting over the phone. They were very good about it, but still... it wasn't fun.

And now I'm into my fourth year as a Civil Servant, working for pitiful pay for an uncaring government and feeling my soul drip onto the carpet with every step I take...

Retrieving lobsters from Jane Mansfield's a***hole....

OR

Cleaning up Winston Churchill's phlegm.


Derek and Clive Live.

"Never go to sea on a bogey. Bogeys are not seaworthy."

Department/hardware store 1999-2000..@Christmas er.... sorry...."BUY-MASS" season. I normally did quite well at the job but then 2 months of ignorant, greed infested buy-mass shopping showed me the public's true colors. Working in a store at Christmas time is pathetic and people are more rotten than any other time of the year. I laugh when January hits and all these "clinically depressed" idiots start showing up on the radar screen. It's so funny because they create their own misery from being miserable, arrogant, greedy and shallow from Christmas!

Even now I openly curse and swear when I go into stores around Christmas time because people are practically knocking each other over or standing in the way. You see these groups of yuppies 4 or so in number, blocking off crowded main isles so they can tell each other how many basketball games each other's kids have won. The kicker is when I see like 5 different people around a clerk, badgering them with stupid questions and then they have the nerve to complain about the service. You know.. they types of people who come in with 2 week expired flyers, asking where stuff that ISN'T ON SALE anymore is and WHY IT'S NOT ON SALE at that particular time. Or... the ones who ask where something is when they haven't even walked through one product aisle of the store yet. Idiots!! !! !! There... I vented!

NEVER AGAIN!! !! !!

A scaler at a sawmill. I measured the logs and figured out how much useable lumber could be taken from each individual log. Some defects could include rot, large knots, crooked logs, etc. But the rules in the log scaler's handbook, even though very specific, are outdated. Nowadays mills can get far more lumber out of a log; there is far less waste. So to be fair to the logger, I took into account how efficient the sawmill was. But the logger always wanted more, so I had to favor them. But the sawmill wanted the scale in their favor and the rules favored the mill. But the handbook is very strict and specific, and I was not allowed to deviate from the it according to the people who regulated the industry and gave me the authority to scale. But I still had to do what I thought was fair to everyone. I could not do my job effectively no matter what I did. Very stressful!

cleaning at a lesuire centre

I spent the summer doing a clerical job for my university's Institutional Advancement division (AKA, the money beggars). Fortunately, I copped out of having to call donors, but the better parts of my days were spent either on the phone or with other people trying to make small talk or bark orders at me. I can't stand that much interaction, and I particularly loathe small talk.

The second worst job was as a janitor three summers ago. I'm allergic to cleaning products. I had persistent rashes, but at least I was left alone most of the time.

Mine was telemarketing for my university's alumni association. I hated it so much, I quit after a couple of weeks.

Washing dishes at a catering place when I was in high school. They would wait till they had a lot of dishes mostly platers and such sometime a week before I washed them they'd have dried and rotting food on them it was disgusting. Now I work with fiberglass and cellulose insulation a job I like but many people rank it rather low.

Yep, I did that and I would agree with your assessment of the job.

I also worked in a hotel in Downtown Salt Lake City. This was awful because a lot of homeless people would come in and start ranting about stuff. Right around the time I worked there (which was about a month total), the movie Saving Private Ryan came out, and a homless guy came in drunk one night screaming at me about how the movie reminded them of Vietnam. I just froze, not knowing what to do. Keep in mind that there was a line of customers waiting to get checked in while this was going on. The manager got the homeless guy out and berated me for not knowing how to handle the situation. I just started crying and walked out.

My current one.

It's worse now because I lost my temper there last night.

What happened? What did you say?