The best and worst job you've ever had

[Icaruss]

Worst:Mcdonalds the horror....the mind-numbing horror...Morbidly obese human fucking cattle screaming at me for pretty much everything under the sun(my sanwhich is too small or dosn't look like the picture,My fries are cold(said while the fuckers are still eating them) this isn't what i ordered(nine out of ten times yes it was you fucking twit) Can i get a free sample? You gave me the wrong order yesterday and i don't have a receipt but i want my money back,You did't tell me the hot drink would be this hot, Ghetto dipshits and homeless dudes who hang out in the lobby wreck the fucking lobby and bathrooms then haul ass.People getting into fights in the lobby(happened at least once a month) The bathrooms dear sweet god the bathrooms(Both kinds of human waste on the floors walls and once the ceilings).Never a fucking again.Hm..I actually feel better letting that all out.

Best:Kmart, Overnight stocker,Grunt work(I'm capable but truely hate doing it) sweet pay though 10.00 an hour and super cool boss.

 

[Kargathia]

Delivering newspapers. On foot.
Holy shitlicking fuck. It's an 8 hour job crammed into 2 hours of unimaginably slavish work. And holy crap, apartment buildings. SO MANY FUCKING STAIRS. I used to play hockey back then, and I was about as fit as a 16 year old can get, and I was burned out after just a week. That they make kids do this shit is insane.
Easy money my ass.

Never had a good job.

Oh christ, yea, I remember my own stint of that perfectly well - and for none of the good reasons.

In my case it was me taking over four papers a week for the summer holidays, just in time for a heatwave that broke all records in the book.

 

[dimensional]

Best: paper round lousy money but easy and I enjoyed it at least until the shop got sold and new owners took over. Other one would be working at a builders and Plumbers merchants I worked there Saturdays for 7 years and then full time for 3 and got to do loads of stuff serving customers, doing accounts, loading/unloading lorries, look after the guard dog pretty much everything except drive the lorries on the road I even got to cash up and order stock. There were only 4 of us so if it was busy you would be really rushed but it was good fun and I learnt a hell of a lot also when it was quiet I could just chill as long as the work got done now one cared if you took it easy every now and again.

Worstrobably work experience weeding plants in the baking sun for 6 days with no breaks and no toilet oh and no money yeah that was fun. Other ones would be fruit picking (words cannot describe the shitness) and working in a timber yard where I despised everybody and they kept piling responsibilities on me dangling the carrot of more money and promotion, they didnt realise until too late that I didnt give a shit and handed in my notice as soon as I had enough money to support myself for 6 months unemployment thus ending the worst 4 years of my life (3 in this job and 1 in Australia which I never want to repeat).Oh there is also the post office job where I worked my ass off in overtime and never got paid that really fucked me off, I also lost over 1 thousand pounds tax back that should have been mine when leaving Australia and got charged for not paying tax in the UK despite not being in the country. God I hate working for money.

 

[Stevolteon]

Worst: Objectively none of the jobs I've had were that bad in terms of what they entailed, or the people I've worked with. The one that I liked the least was working in a call centre taking calls from people to unlock new credit cards. Turns out our ACTUAL job was to try and sell them terrible insurance deals on the cards while we pretended we were waiting for the unlock request to go through (the cards were unlocked the instant they confirmed their details). When I asked to leave they tried to keep me on because I was "good at developing a rapport with clients" but that's exactly why I couldn't stay; I felt like such a scumbag trying to shift terrible deals under the guise of being helpful.

Best: Probably my current job in a model kit/gadget shop. Pay's nothing to write home about and it's fairly monotonous, but we get some cool stuff in and my co-workers are awesome.

 

[purf]

Worst job overall: shift work, assembly line, prefab concrete walls. I was at the first station where I'd spray stinking glue to cardboard separators, then climb on and crawl around those huge oily, smeary, stinking metal trays and stick the separators to marked positions. Climb down, wait, wait, wait, next tray, rinse and repeat. And did I mention the stinking? It wouldn't wash off after work. To the point where I felt huge gratefulness over the gift of a tube of heavy duty soap my dad had brought home one evening. I still remember the brand.

Most ohgodmakeitstop: Working on the design of a brochure for kids with diabetes, where the client was basically pulling a Zynga by copying the competitor's brochure for kids with diabetes, only that the original was charming and funny and ours... well, see Oatmeal's piece on design hell for an approximation. What made this job stand out was that the brochure was to be distributed almost all over Europe, so we had to do the layout and all the illustrations and shit for eleventy languages. Which, theoretically, could have just been boring grunt work. But because the good lady project-coordinator couldn't coordinate her way out of a wet paper bag, it turned into a fucking neverending nightmare of a billion loose ends exploding in our faces. For a flat rate, not by hour.

Best job in grunt work: 4 weeks as a Postman. The getting up at almost night sucked, but it was summer, and after I had sorted my shit in the office, I was basically getting paid for walking around in the sun. There were annoying days when for instance automobile club members were getting their magazines so many magazines, but most of the time I was finishing my tour way ahead of the 7.5 hours I was getting paid for. Certainly not what I'd call a dream job, but back then I was still living with my parents and it felt like I was making a shitton of money with very little effort.

Most pleasant job experience: Doing visuals/vjing at a concert of a quite famous german band (not music to write home about, though. Die Prinzen) at a somewhat prestigious festival on a freakingly huge LED wall - a project that could very well have turned into something like: yeah, but could you do this and we don't like that and we'd like to have this instead and can you give it more razzmatazz and "We've discussed it, and I think the thing we don't like about it is the circle's too round."[footnote]http://clientsfromhell.net/post/11663294839/weve-discussed-it-and-i-think-the-thing-we-dont[/footnote]
Instead, what the band had to say was this: "Uh.. we don't know. I guess... you guys just do whatever you do? Maybe, let me give you the phonenumber of our lightguy. See you at the concert." I think I sat there for 5 minutes after he'd hung up, phone on ear, mouth open.