Worst job you've ever had?

[Hotdog]

Dishwasher when I was 14 at a small Italian restaurant in Sandy called Gucci's. The owner/cook was really mean and would cuss and yell at me for everything. They baked everything in porcelain dishes and it would cake right on the sides of it which made it really hard to clean. It was always super busy too. People would line up out the door. It was the best Italian food ever, but they decided to move and upgrade which didnt go well and they went out of business.

True story
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One night I begged the waitress, who was in her twenties and was the daughter of the owner, to pull her Blazer around front because I was really desperate to drive. I pulled it around front and was unable to stop and I crashed the Blazer straight through the building, knocked a wall completely out and caused a bunch of damage. It was right in the dishwasher room next to the kitchen. The cook who was the son of the owner was this really tall(6'5" or more) skinny guy, but was really mean too. He freaked and chased me down the road. He was going to beat my ***. I never ran so hard in my life. I ran all the way home 2 miles away. After all that was said and done I kept my job because they liked me.

 

[Hotdog]

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.

Ya, I did that too when I was sixteen. It was right when DTV came out. Thats who I worked for.

You arr right. Time really goes by slow. They are also slave drivers. They monitor everything you do.

Good thing about it was this hot *** 21 year old girl took a liking to me because she trained me. She started molesting me. No lie. I was all for it though. We would fool around at work and in her car. Great memories.

 

[Dr. Jones]

Dishwasher when I was 14 at a small Italian restaurant in Sandy called Gucci's. The owner/cook was really mean and would cuss and yell at me for everything. They baked everything in porcelain dishes and it would cake right on the sides of it which made it really hard to clean. It was always super busy too. People would line up out the door. It was the best Italian food ever, but they decided to move and upgrade which didnt go well and they went out of business.

True story
\/\/\/

One night I begged the waitress, who was in her twenties and was the daughter of the owner, to pull her Blazer around front because I was really desperate to drive. I pulled it around front and was unable to stop and I crashed the Blazer straight through the building, knocked a wall completely out and caused a bunch of damage. It was right in the dishwasher room next to the kitchen. The cook who was the son of the owner was this really tall(6'5" or more) skinny guy, but was really mean too. He freaked and chased me down the road. He was going to beat my ***. I never ran so hard in my life. I ran all the way home 2 miles away. After all that was said and done I kept my job because they liked me.

ftw

 

[UGLI baby]

Dishwasher when I was 14 at a small Italian restaurant in Sandy called Gucci's. The owner/cook was really mean and would cuss and yell at me for everything. They baked everything in porcelain dishes and it would cake right on the sides of it which made it really hard to clean. It was always super busy too. People would line up out the door. It was the best Italian food ever, but they decided to move and upgrade which didnt go well and they went out of business.

True story
\/\/\/

One night I begged the waitress, who was in her twenties and was the daughter of the owner, to pull her Blazer around front because I was really desperate to drive. I pulled it around front and was unable to stop and I crashed the Blazer straight through the building, knocked a wall completely out and caused a bunch of damage. It was right in the dishwasher room next to the kitchen. The cook who was the son of the owner was this really tall(6'5" or more) skinny guy, but was really mean too. He freaked and chased me down the road. He was going to beat my ***. I never ran so hard in my life. I ran all the way home 2 miles away. After all that was said and done I kept my job because they liked me.

hahaha.

Where was Gucci's?

I grew up in Sandy, never heard of it.

 

[UGLI baby]

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.

I was a telemarketer for 2 years in high school for TrendWest (timeshare).

I freaking loved it.

Definitely a job I wouldn't want now, but at the time I just convinced myself the people on the other end of the phone weren't real and it was all just a game.

It probly helped that I worked for an "anything goes" telemarketing place and I was an a-hole 17 year old. Telemarketing where you had to be honest and they monitor your calls and stuff would freaking suck.

 

[Marty McFly]

I worked at a car wash/gas station in Bountiful. $6.50 an hour, crappy work, and all the Bountiful kids hated me for some reason. Maybe because I hated it so much that I barely even tried.

 

[Dr. Jones]

I was a telemarketer for 2 years in high school for TrendWest (timeshare).

I freaking loved it.

Definitely a job I wouldn't want now, but at the time I just convinced myself the people on the other end of the phone weren't real and it was all just a game.

It probly helped that I worked for an "anything goes" telemarketing place and I was an a-hole 17 year old. Telemarketing where you had to be honest and they monitor your calls and stuff would freaking suck.

Didn't know that. I was an executive for the company that owns trendwest and know all the c-level guys really well. ****ty people.

 

[moevillini]

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.

Winner. Sorta.

winner, winner - chicken dinner?


uh, maybe not

 

[Stoked]

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...

 

[Hartsock]

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.

 

[One Brow]

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.

 

[CONAN]

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.