Worst jobs you had.

[Merkavar]

So whats the worst job you had or have and why?

For me i have only had 2 jobs one was accounting/IT which was fine but this job i accepted today is the worse one i can imagine. its not hard to do, just long, boring and the pay sucks.

i took a catalogue delivery job for some extra cash while i finish off my uni course and while i look for better employment. So basically this job involves putting together and folding 450x5 catalogues(junk mail) and then delivering them to 400+ houses. I didnt seem so bad until i started folding. it took me a few hours and then tomorrow i have to deliver them which im hoping will take less than 2 hours.

so several hours of boring repeative work for a grand total of $35, thats like $3-5 an hour. Just to put this in perspective for international escapists that might think $5 an hour is good. I could get a job stacking shelves that would pay 18-22$ an hour or delivering pizza for $13+$2 per delivery. So i think on monday im going to go an apply at some supermarkets

So many boring hours+low pay=worse job for me. so how about you.

 

[octafish]

I worked at piecework rates in a toy factory when I was a young man. I got paid 5c for each plastic tricycle frame I punctured with a red hot metal bar to make holes for an axle. There was no guard on the machine, and no extractor fan. I used to feel so ill at the end of the day that I couldn't ride my bike home, I had to walk it. I also had to assemble these little boats that were in two halves and took great effort to click together. They caused our knuckles to swell up terribly, I got paid 2c a piece for those. The only good thing about the job was the factory was in Anomaly St. That is an awesome address.

 

[ace_of_something]

When I was 15 I had to clean the bathrooms at a steel mill after school. The ladies room wasn't so bad because only like 5 women worked their. The men's room had grit... The welders would come into the restroom in their full jumpsuit and have to take it off to use the facilities off which would leave a grimy spot, then hang it on the wall... more grimy spots with metal shavings. With something like 200+ men a day using the same 4 toilets... yeah.

My twin brother had to do the exact same job at the same plant, he got stuck cleaning them BEFORE school though so I'd say his job was worse.

 

[Angry Camel]

I've only had one job, so technically it's the best and worst job I've ever had. There's different parts to it though, so I'll just say those.

In the concrete factory I'm at, you're either extracting posts or panels. The panel extraction has a high potential for injury, particularly if you're with someone inexperienced or weak. I mainly do posts now because of my "expertise" with them.

The only thing that can be worse than panels is doing deliveries. Recently I had to tow a trailer from Malaga to Hamilton Hill in a ute I'm not familiar with, for the first time ever, while I'm still on P's. When bringing it back, I was alone. Dragging that thing through busy traffic along two freeways and a highway in the rain was a nightmare. If it wasn't for my recent pay increase, I would have left quickly after that.

 

[Fetzenfisch]

i waws delivering the sunday paper for some time,try to do that with a usual tennage saturday night full of booze and dancing till 5a.m.

 

[Ulquiorra4sama]

Working at a restaurant.

People get really bitchy and aggressive when they're hungry so even the slightest little things could be off and here comes the complaint train.

Several times i would've had no trouble punching people in the face >_>

 

[KarmaTheAlligator]

Working at a fast food restaurant (can they even be called restaurants?). Too many orders while standing all day and nearly suffocating with the smell of whatever was cooking. Oh, and I got burnt twice by boiling curry sauce in one day. Not fun at all.

 

[SckizoBoy]

I've only had two real jobs, but I quite enjoyed both of them. One was more stressful, true, but more rewarding. The other was great, too, though (sitting about for eight hours talking about and selling anime). So, sorry, nothing much to add... *shrug*

 

[CrimsonBlaze]

Babysitting.

Although it was more of a "moral obligation" rather than a job because I was trained to handle and care for children at one of my current jobs. It was just 4 hours of kids crying, screaming, getting them in order, and making sure that hey didn't hurt themselves (because a lot of them did, somehow). Yeah, I got to talk with a lot of cute women who were there babysitting as well, I would have just enjoyed it without the kids around.

 

[are.you.the.god.its.me.vader]

I worked on a posh clay pidgeon shooting range before. It was pretty easy, pressing buttons and taking scores - but I had to put up with rich racist snobs who think they're better than you.

 

[New Troll]

Arby's. Though there were some fun times, still don't out-weigh the bad. But it was only a part time job for a few months while in high school. And more importantly, it was gas money!

 

[Diminished Capacity]

Telephone customer service for a company that manufactures electrical hardware. (outlets, etc)

A barrage of phone calls and emails, all representing problems that you had nothing to do with, but were now your problem to fix. 90 to 100 calls a day, and no one ever calls customer service because things went great and they're happy.

I hate phones now.

 

[freakydan]

I worked at Movie Gallery for a little over a year. Between having to stand for six hours straight with a bad knee and having to deal with rednecks who swore up and down that they returned Larry the Cable Guy: Health Inspector (our most popular rental) on time, while our computer clearly showed it being checked in three days late, it was an interesting first job.

One of my favorite moments was when some guy came driving up in an old, beat up red truck with deer antlers mounted to the front. He hopped out without a shirt on and walked on in. Company policy was that all employees and customers had to be wearing shirts at all times, so I told him he had to put on his shirt. "Don't got one," he replied.
"Well, you'll have to leave then. I'm not allowed to serve anyone not wearing a shirt."
"Why the hell not? Y'all ain't got no food in here!" I chose to ignore the fact that I was actually standing in front of a shelf full of food.
"That doesn't matter, sir. It's company policy." He stared at me for a few seconds while the information settled in. He then threw his arms in the air.
"Fuck that shit! Fuck y'all! I didn't wanna rent none of your shitty movies, anyhow! Fuck y'all, I'm goin' to Blockbuster!" With that, he stormed back out and burned rubber out of the parking lot. I do happen to know that Blockbuster had the same policy as us, and the guy was likely booted out of there just the same as at our fine establishment.

 

[k-ossuburb]

I worked in a slaughterhouse for about a year, although it was a long time ago and I can't really remember how long I was there exactly. Anyway, it wasn't the work itself that bothered me, I'm not really squeamish when it comes to blood and the stench that came from all the freshly killed carcasses didn't really bother me either.

What did bother me was the hours, it was a 12 hour day from 4am for four days a week. I'm not exactly the fittest person in the world so I was severely worn out by the end of the week and I was even too tired to do anything with my girlfriend at the time other than sleep, which ended up getting very frustrating for the both of us and caused a lot of arguments, which only really made things worse and more stressful.

I didn't really quit until I was so worn out that I caught gastroenteritis and ended up in hospital for a week, I didn't have a problem with getting sick, nor did I blame them (these things happen, c'est la vie) it was just that it made me realize just how tired the job was making me and just how miserable I was because of it (I've heard lack of sleep can lead to depression). I just felt that I couldn't keep it up for much longer for the sake of my health.

 

[BodomBeachChild]

I work in kitchens for a living. No matter how nice the place and the people you work with it always sucks. It's stupid shit 24/7 and piles of ignorant customers.

The worst job though was a faux Hooters called Fox and Hound. I was the only gringo in the kitchen so management thought it'd be great to have me handle everything since I was the only person who could read English in the kitchen. So for a wopping 9.25 I would prep, set up the whole goddamn line, work the line (2 stations to myself 1 to the other 2 guys) clean up the line, restock, finish the dished when the dishwasher had to go home, inventory, close. 9.25 may sound like half-decent pay... but it sure as shit isn't. Especially for that stuff. Screw corperate restaurants anyways.

 

[JimmyC99]

I'd have to say Unemployment, thought thats more a lack of a job, seriously nothing is worse.

 

[Dwarfare]

Had a job in a steel factory once. After a couple days making overhead, roll-up doors, I was moved to something that was ominously called "catching". What you do is thin, sharp-edged bent metal sheets (3-40 feet long) fly out of a machine onto rails (most of the time they get on the rails, anyhow), and then you're supposed to catch them, and the rails drop out, and you guide them to the ground to settle into a neat pile of anywhere from 50 to 100 pieces, depending on the order. You have to jerk it out of the machine and guide it to the ground, because the only way the rails drop if it the metal clears the sensor. Problem is that the machine doesn't spit the sheet past the sensor automatically and the next sheet is about 10 inches back from the other one, and it covers that 10 inches in about 3/4 of a second. So, you have to jerk the sheet out of the machine, drop it to the ground, come back up and be prepared to catch the next sheet in just under a second. If you don't tug it out in time, it crashes into the next one, and then it ends up looking sort of like a car wreck before someone can get to the emergency stop. That, and I'm not good around heavy, automated machinery, and am not exactly nimble and steady-handed to begin with, so being nervous compounds that. The machinery on it's own is bad enough, being the type where there's not gonna be a damn thing you can do to avoid maximum injury in the event that anything goes wrong as in order to hit the emergency stop you would have to not be clutching your half-severed hand or pinned against the rails with a half foot of steel in your chest. That, and those pieces of metal are damn near knife sharp. To give you an idea, I was wearing a pretty standard shirt, not super thick, not super thin, an average t-shirt and the metal was sharp enough as it shot by put a 4 inch slice through my shirt without any noticeable tugging or pull, clean through, though luckily it missed cutting my skin. I didn't notice the slice until after work.

So basically I stood having sharp edged metal being shot at me from an automated machine, on an incredibly tight sequence, imagining that somehow I'll slip up and the next corner will catch me in the throat as I'm coming up, and imagining that a few thousand times a day. Was only on the job a few days, but nearly broke my arm, and have half a dozen cuts, though only one seemed like it might need stitches. I didn't work in that department for but a week, and left every day shaking and too nervous that I'd have to go back there to even be relieved that the day was done.

 

[Fiz_The_Toaster]

Working at Subway, and I've worked at two stores.

The first one had a revolving door of managers, and they were all lazy and/or useless. The last one before I moved on to a different store was vindictive and I was glad I mostly worked nights and only had to work with her once a week.

The second one I swear the manager was crazy. She would laugh and joke with you one minute and would yell at you for something minor the next, and would then come back acting like nothing happened. Plus most of the customers that came to that store were a bunch of jackasses. I was also doing Assistant Manager's work without the pay, my manager didn't want to share the bonuses. So glad I left.

 

[MortarTeam]

I used to be a clerk in a shop, selling cell phones. But the shop I worked in was more like an office, so I spent days just sitting there, doing nothing. Damn, that job made me miss my time in the military.

 

[Colour Scientist]

Selling for an electricity company door-to-door while getting paid on commission. It was awful.

I left pretty quickly because I realised there were frequent days where you'd have endured eight hours of walking long distance and scorn from people to earn absolutely nothing at the end of the day.