What's the worst job you ever had?

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I guess it was the furniture factory where I worked some as a stainer. That was nasty work. But I did get to work with James Brown's ex wife and she was a hoot. Sanding was kind of fun because it was physical.
 
I spent some time working on a road crew for a poultry processing plant. Our job was to enter the hen houses and gather up chickens to be loaded onto a truck for transport back to the processing plant. Of course, the "floor" of a hen house is several inches of dried chicken shit. More than once a "kindly" poultry farmer would turn on the sprinkler to reduce the amount of chicken shit dust in the air. Unfortunately, most of them did not have a subtle hand and the result would be a couple thousand chickens stuck in their own shit. We had to scoop them up by their legs to put the m into the truck, so such a mess was truly unpleasant working conditions. And when this happened, we generally had to gather up all of the chickens because they would be stuck in place when the shit dried, making it impossible for them to get to their feeding stations.
 
I spent some time working on a road crew for a poultry processing plant. Our job was to enter the hen houses and gather up chickens to be loaded onto a truck for transport back to the processing plant. Of course, the "floor" of a hen house is several inches of dried chicken shit. More than once a "kindly" poultry farmer would turn on the sprinkler to reduce the amount of chicken shit dust in the air. Unfortunately, most of them did not have a subtle hand and the result would be a couple thousand chickens stuck in their own shit. We had to scoop them up by their legs to put the m into the truck, so such a mess was truly unpleasant working conditions. And when this happened, we generally had to gather up all of the chickens because they would be stuck in place when the shit dried, making it impossible for them to get to their feeding stations.

I used to live in the poultry processing capital of the world. Gainesville, Georgia. They have a statue of a chicken there.

I was a runner at one time and would cuss every time I would see a poultry truck coming, especially if it was a warm day. The stench would hang in the air forever. Anything to do with poultry has to be a dirty job.
 
The worst job I had was gutting fish, I lasted two weeks but it took me months to get rid of that smell.
 
That would be a fucking hellish job. I hate gutting the few I catch.

I dont mind gutting my own but for 8 hours a day just plain sucked.

On a different note, My favourite job was being a seasonal Youth Hostel warden in the Highlands. I met loads of interesting people and the women were something else.:D
 
A tossup between working as a 411 operator and as a waitress in a crappy restaurant where the owner looked the other way when the other waitress there would steal my tips off my tables to feed her freaking meth addiction. :rolleyes: Classy establishment.
 
I dont mind gutting my own but for 8 hours a day just plain sucked.

On a different note, My favourite job was being a seasonal Youth Hostel warden in the Highlands. I met loads of interesting people and the women were something else.:D

H'mmm... I used to work as a trawler deckhand (very small trawler, just me and the skipper) which meant lots and lots of gutting fish and hauling nets on very little sleep. In theory we did four hours on and four hours off, but we both had to be on deck to haul the net and we hauled every two hours. So it was haul net cook meal haul net steer haul net sleep haul net gut fish haul net cook meal haul net gut fish haul net steer...

I enjoyed that job. I still have great memories of sitting alone in the wheelhouse on a quiet night, with Ry Cooder on the stereo, and the steady thump of the engine.

The worst job I ever did was cleaning a slaughterhouse. No, actually, cleaning the slaughterhouse was mostly OK and interesting - I learned a hell of a lot about anatomy. The worst job I ever did was when the blood drain at the slaughterhouse blocked up one hot August afternoon....

That was gross.
 
I used to live in the poultry processing capital of the world. Gainesville, Georgia. They have a statue of a chicken there.

I was a runner at one time and would cuss every time I would see a poultry truck coming, especially if it was a warm day. The stench would hang in the air forever. Anything to do with poultry has to be a dirty job.

I've worked as a garbage man and I'd much rather ride the back of the big white trash-eater than deal with poultry. I didn't eat chicken for a couple of years after that job.
 
Working for less than minimal wage for a character of an old Hasidic man names Moishe at his Bakery who I was sad to find out was incredibly racist and only hired me because I was also Jewish and could keep an eye on the Chinese girl working there.
 
I've had my share of crappy jobs. I liked construction but there was this one job that was absolute hell. Some clients begged us to build them a fence, ASAP. Their new house was right in front of where all the snowmobilers would park and off load their sleds - so lots of noise and not much privacy - and winter was on it's way. The second day, we got hit with a blizzard but we were on a schedule so kept at it.

Holy fark was it cold! Just the two of us from sun up to sun down. Every day we had to chisel the ice off the wood before we could work. Sometimes it snowed so hard we could hardly see.

The end result was good, (8ft high fence, about 100 feet long, total, with a front gate), clients were ecstatic and gave us lots more work, but I think it took me a month to warm up after we finished!

I'm feeling photo-ish today so attached are couple of the working conditions and a section of the finished product.

(I'm so procrastinating today. More rewrites, ugh.)
 
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Receptionist in a brothel :eek:

$10 an hour cash in hand plus $1 for each client we showed in who booked a girl. The 12 hour shifts (6pm - 6am) were the worst. I spent a lot of my time on the floor - showing clients in, calling the girls up, getting them towels etc and doing loads and loads of laundry. The washroom was upstairs. I lost count of how many times I went up and down them stairs.

I used to do three shifts a week, although not all of them were the 12 hour night shifts thank god. I got hit on a couple of times, one guy wanted to know if I did shifts other than reception....:rolleyes: Then there was the one who booked a girl for his son and his friend, only to book her for himself as well....:rolleyes: It was quite funny too to see all the old guys coming in on pension day....:D

However Sir got ill and they told me I wasn't needed anymore. I worked there for about 6 weeks and made $1200 tax free so I guess it wasn't all bad....
 
Dishwashing up - it was the work-study that mysteriously all the first-generation college students at my college seemed to get stuck with. The smell embeds into you. And it's a fast stressful conveyer belt kind of thing that just made me want to cry.

Nowhere near like MW's. That might be a winner.
 
Can't say I've had a 'worst job' overall. They've all had good times and hellish moments. Worst working conditions were sub-zero or over a hundred and forty in aluminum trailers, unloading freight. Mid-summer on a tanker in a plastic chem suit ain't no fun either.

For me, it's not the conditions of the job that get me so much (though I'd hate the whole 'frontline customer service' thing.) but the nature and efficiency of where I'm working. A good crew with shit work can still be a good experience, but even a cush job with a shit crew is miserable.
 
The one where my boss came to work drunk and they didn't pay me for six months.
 
Working as my grandmother's maid.

Cat vomit and poop is difficult to get out of oriental rugs, and even more so when you're not allowed to actually move anything out of the way.
 
Physically - one of my first summer jobs cleaning and painting in a medicine-factory during their vacation shut-down. We cleaned out huge tanks and it was like showering in penicillin. Ew, the stench.

Mentally - I think when I was a substitute caregiver/personal assistant. I worked two weeks for a very depressed woman. All she did was smoke, drink coffee and coke, go to the bathroom and have bathroom related accidents and complain. I also went with her to her hideously boring job.
 
Fluffer at a donkeyshow in Tijuana.

ooh yikes, bett! i think you might be a winner....

me: selling ad space over the phone, cold calling people who did not want to buy ad space! :eek:
 
my worst job was working for an @$$hole of a lawyer who was so verbally abusive and condescending, i started looking for a new job on day three. i told the assistant, that was training me, that how much i hated it and had half a mind to clock out for lunch and not return. If it wasn't for the fact that i was the only one supporting myself, i would have left. But damn, didn't it take me five weeks to find a new job...that was the LONGEST five weeks ever.
 
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