That's nothing.. I'd rather see an active Jazz player, actively joining our discussions. I just wanna run some of my ideas past them as well.
Their contract probably prevents him from posting in here, but that would be fun to see.[/QUOTE]
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I have one that could compete with Scat. I worked at a pig farm (more like a pig factory). From moving them, dealing with 1,000 lb. boars that want to rip you up to "knocking the babies).
You want disgusting? Try C-sectioning a sow. You need 7 people for that. You have to have a man snare and hold out each of her legs. Now you have to hold those snares hard. If she kicks and she connects with someone they are getting knocked the hell out or getting broken bones. Then the 5th person has to "bolt gun" the sow. It is the fastest way to euthanize a grown pig. Then the 6th person goes to work with a razor blade. You have to cut deep enough to open her up but not deep enough to hurt the babies. This is not a slow process. You have about 45 seconds from the time that the sow is "bolt gunned" till the babies start to die. You have to slash her fast and get in there. Now a sow has two "horns" that stretch along the inside of her body. In those "horns" are where the babies reside. So you have to really reach in there, at least up to your elbows, to get them out. The final person is sitting directly behind the person searching to the piglets. They have a laundry basket and a bunch of towels. There job is to immediately dry off all the blood and placenta from the piglets. They need to be warmed immediately or they wont make it. After that is all done you have to drag the sow out of the barn and foster the babies to another sow.
Sometimes that sow will know that the babies are not hers and start to savage the little guys. One bite is all it takes. That is a good C-section. Do not get me started on the ones where it is to late...
Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughing at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
It's just easier than dealing with the pain.
Runaway train, never comin' back
Runaway train, tearin' up the track
Runaway train, burnin' in my veins
Door to door insurance prospecting for 5 months when I was 18, 9 hour days walking door to door trying to collect personal information from strangers. I averaged like $40 an hour but I hated every single second of every single day.
I also sold cars for 2 months. Holy hell, that has to be the worst demographic of humans on the entire planet. Every single person there was a really really bad person, from sales all the way up to management, all the way up to every person I met there. Little did I know you had to work 60 + hours to be succesful in the beginning, and you had to be a prick. Whether its fair or not my opinion of Larry H Miller changed greatly after I started working there.
I never had a really bad job. The worst was the one I didn't get paid for. Six weeks in Pidgeon Forge, working for a pig farmer trying to cash in on the Knoxville World's Fair. At the end, he went bankrupt. OUtside o9f that, and being a city kid in the sticks, it wasn't awful.
I did work in a Kroger meat department, and cleaned their saws (one bone saw, one boneless saw), but it was never a horrible thing. Of course, it'd be mush worse at a butcher's shop.
Isaiah 1:18 -- Come now, and let us reason together
I don't know that I really had any jobs that were just terrible. Worked in some restaurants (Anyone remember Frontier Pies?) but nothing that was too bad. I think the job I enjoyed the least was as a custom furniture maker. Boss would hand me a picture sometimes it was out of a magazine or even a polaroid one time and he would just say to make it. Not enough structure for me.
BYU 1984 National Champs.
I was a Moderator of a sports fan board.
It was brutal, the pay was crappy... below minimum wage, there was zero recognition for the hard work (landscaping) I had to do, posters would try to break the rules and then complain about being caught or reported. Posters try to find ways to avoid filters, have multiple accounts, and when the Rep system was introduced it made them even more petty. My PM inbox is full of complaints and reports of abusive posters and offensive posts. I have to go clean up porn posts when drunk posters lose it.
The worst job ever!
I drove Alzheimer/dementia patients around in a giant van. It wasn't the worst, but I quit after 2 days. Why the hell would anyone trust me with that job?
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This wasn't the worst but it was the most physically exhausting BY FAR. After my freshman year in college, I worked at an Ocean Spray plant here in NJ. For 8 hours a day, I worked in 95 degree heat (in an unair-conditioned warehouse) on fast-paced assembly lines and on other such tasks, all of which we were expected to meet quota on, on a daily basis. Brutal, just brutal but $8.27/hour in 1994 for a 19 year old was solid.
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At 16 I was a busboy at The Mayan. With all the kids there the food was flung everhwere. Picking up little bits of rice off the ground took forever. Luckily a week later Champ Sports called me and I worked there at the Cottonwood Mall until my senior year.
When I was in high school, I worked at a movie theater - the pay was awful, but I saw a lot of movies and a lot of girls. That wasn't the horrible job, though. Because we made so little money (for some reason, they could pay us "server" wages - see the "How much do you tip" thread - even though nobody tips at a movie theater) a friend that worked there and I decided we'd find something part time to supplement our incomes. We found an add for a hotel near the airport that was looking for "maintenance" help, so we applied and were hired. Turns out "maintenance" actually meant "housekeeping". This wasn't divulged until we showed up to work. That lasted exactly one day. It sucked.
in high school i worked at tree nursery.. taking care of baby trees. but i spent most of my time weeding and watering... i also was a jonitor in high school. nothing is worse then cleaning up after your class mates. you leanr to hate some of them real quick.
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