Worst job you've ever had?

[candrew]

My worst job ever? Easy. I cleaned a slaughter/butcher shop in the evenings when I was 15. If you could get right in and start it was the best. All the fat and blood hadn't had time to congeal yet. First you had to put on your rubber boots as you started out by wading in up to several inches of slimy fat and liquid blood. Since the floor was an uneven cement slab the goo would puddle up in various places. You could use a large squeegee to push most of the crap on the floor towards the drain. The liquid would go down the drain and the drain trap would catch all of the floating cow and deer pieces and fat tha was starting to set up. Cleaning out the drain trap, that was nasty. If you waited too long, or during the winter when the cement floor was simply cold all the time, everything would start to set up and getting it cleaned off the floor was a nightmare. You also couldn't just wash it down the drain. You had to scoop it all up and dump it in a waste receptacle.

Then there was the refrigerator floor. There was no floor drain so as the blood drained from the freshly butchered carcasses it would gather in large puddles several feet across. As there was no fat in this blood it stayed in it's liquid form. You have to get a mop and simply sop up the blood until it was gone. There were nights when I would dump out several mop buckets full of blood.

Then there was the equipment. You have to disassemble all the saws and grinders, soak everything in hot water and soap, scrub them down, rinse them off and put them back together.

I'll be shocked if anyone can top mine.

Creepy - I had the same exact job at 18 - worked at a meat packing plant in Brooklyn. I remember getting to work at 7am on a Saturday in the dead of summer and working in a freezer all day. And loading and unloading trucks in the winter.

Having to clean the equipment at the end of the day sucked - getting all that crap out of the blades in the bandsaws.

I guess technically it was my worst job; but it wasn't all bad. Made some good friends. We used to party after work on the weekends all the time. Banged a couple of girls that worked in sales. Could have been worse.

Most of all it taught me back breaking work is something I defintely don't want to do for a living. I remember my co-worker Warren used to tell me when I'm sitting in the class room at school - think about having to do this when you're in your forties. I've never forgotten it.

 

[GVC]

terrible. You should watch me for a day .. total paradigm shift.

I'm working my own grift. Maybe not as fancy as yours, but it'll do for now.

 

[Scat]

Having to clean the equipment at the end of the day sucked - getting all that crap out of the blades in the bandsaws.

It wasn't just the blades. The "sawdust" particles would stick to everything and there would be goop stuck all over in the blade housings as well.

 

[Saint Cy of JFC]

My senior year of HS I worked at a new local seafood restaurant that had just opened up. I was a Busser/Washer and it sucked hard because the kitchen was way too small for the capacity of the restaurant and management had **** for brains. I walked out one night at rush hour during the opening night of the bar because they had yet to fix the dishwasher that had been broken for 2 weeks.

 

[candrew]

It wasn't just the blades. The "sawdust" particles would stick to everything and there would be goop stuck all over in the blade housings as well.

Believe me I know - I remember talking the owner's son into buying one of those power hoses. I'd used to open up the blade housing and just blast the crap right out of them. I 'd get it all over me but it was better than having to get in there to clean it.

BTW - how did you get that job at 15? You'd think it be illegal working with all that heavy equipment. I applied for the job about 3 weeks before my 18th birthday. They initially turned me down and told me to come back in a month.

 

[Duck Rodgers]

My paper route was pretty crappy too now that I think about it. Section 8 housing and trailer parks. I remember some guy telling me to get off his garden or else he was going to shoot me. His "garden" was a pile of rocks in front of his trailer. People were constantly harassing me on that route. Nothing you can really do as a 10 or 11 year old. I hated that route so much that I just threw the papers away in the church dumpster and didn't actually deliver them most of the time.

 

[Dr. Jones]

I'm working my own grift. Maybe not as fancy as yours, but it'll do for now.

Cool. Maybe you shouldn't be so quick to judge?

 

[larryselbows]

Telemarketer. Hours felt like years, 120 phone calls a day, 90 of which were abusive and if you made 4 sales in a day, you were a superstar. It was brutal.

 

[Scat]

BTW - how did you get that job at 15? You'd think it be illegal working with all that heavy equipment. I applied for the job about 3 weeks before my 18th birthday. They initially turned me down and told me to come back in a month.

Keep in mind this was back in 1982. That and it was a very small northern Utah town and a family owned business. They probably had no idea it was a liability to hire a 15 year old because he'd work for $2.50 an hour.

 

[franklin]

All jobs suck.

I built a collections dept. from the ground up and worked that through college for 3.5 years. It became very emotionally draining on top of being repetitive and mundane, something I can't stand in any job. It was so bad that I couldn't hire someone to replace myself. On the plus side, that's when I got into poker pretty heavy and made a lot of money online while calling clients to demand payment.

I also worked for a Larry H. Miller dealership selling cars. That man had no soul.

 

[Dr. Jones]

All jobs suck.

I built a collections dept. from the ground up and worked that through college for 3.5 years. It became very emotionally draining on top of being repetitive and mundane, something I can't stand in any job. It was so bad that I couldn't hire someone to replace myself. On the plus side, that's when I got into poker pretty heavy and made a lot of money online while calling clients to demand payment.

I also worked for a Larry H. Miller dealership selling cars. That man had no soul.

Your tank is full. Please clear so I can message you. Thanks.

 

[franklin]

Your tank is full. Please clear so I can message you. Thanks.

Even an email hoarder can make room for one of yours.