The worst job you ever had.
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I do customer support on the phone for Comcast ("local" cable company in the US)
This was totally going to be my response. **HUGS**
I worked there for 2 years, I feel your pain!0 -
Telemarketer.0
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Working for the lottery. I worked in a call center for the lottery, but our training was to take EBT (foodstamp) calls. I HATED it. People were always yelling at you for stupid stuff that was THEIR fault. On top of that, the company was very strict. 2 15 minute breaks every day and a 30 minute lunch. No more or less time or you'd be in trouble. You couldn't be late, and if you called in more than once, you got fired.
Plus the long term employees were ALL severely overweight. And their keyboards were gross with food in them, and greasy keys. Gross.0 -
I used to work at Pizza Pizza in high school, also a donut shop.0
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When we were on maneuvers in Okinawa in 1974, we had no showers and no toilets. We had to *kitten* in barrels. Every day at noon, we had to pour diesel fuel in those barrels, burn the *kitten* (while stirring it with a shovel) and then bury the *kitten*.
I had that duty for 14 days. It was a *kitten* job.0 -
I worked for the Employment Department/Unemployment Call Center during the worst part of the US recession. I got to tell people they were out of benefits, they didn't qualify for benefits etc. I'd come home crying at least 3 times a week.0
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Here's my list:
McDonalds (no explanation needed)
Wendy's. This one I must explain. On my last day there, we had run out of everything. Literally EVERYTHING.
We only had big meat, little meat, large cups, straws and soda. Thats it. This was when Wendy's served fried chicken, biscuits and salads in addition to their regular meals.
My manager refused to close the store. I worked the drive thru and my speech went like this: "thank you for choosing Wendy's. We are out of everything except meat. How can I help you?"
"Can i have a number 1?"
"We don't have bread, lettuce, tomato, fries or lids for the cups."
"well, what DO you have?"
"meat."
"why are you open?"
"ask my manager."
"You guys suck!"
"I agree."
And I told my boss that this was the last time that they would see me in this raggedy mf'er. And I never went back. they got food deliveries 3 times a week. that should NEVER have happened!
Comcast is another one (worked in billing)
I wont explain that one either lol0 -
I worked in a glue factory where every fifteen minutes I had to refill this troph.. I would always forget and they
had to shut the line down.0 -
Working in Harvester!0
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Telephone solicitor. We would have to pretend we were just taking a survey. Pure hell. Oh I and my first job was Mickey D's. This was in the seventies and the cash registers were ancient. We actually had to total up the orders and figure out the tax on a piece of paper and then just punch in the total amount in the cash register. For some strange reason my till was always off lol and I was fired. Then then forgot to tell me I was fired, so I showed up for work and everyone looked at me funny and laughed a little. Fun times.0
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I fed lab rats when I was in college, it was a work study job.
Rats have gross nasty disgusting scaly thick tails.
There was a special batch of rats they feed to a snake.
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3 years at Walmart. I started the same day as my male friend, we both had the same amount of merit promotions, both cross-trained in the exact same departments…and he made a full dollar more than I did per hour. Plus, I'd work 18 hour days around the holidays to get overtime for my school payments, and instead of giving me the overtime pay, they'd just cut my hours the following week to even the check out. Not to mention all the backpay they still owe me…0
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i worked in a paper mill during the summers between college semesters. i got the job there because my dad works there and they had a summer program for the college kids of employees. i was somehow put in "maintenance". right, makes complete sense for a college age female to work in maintenance in a factory. so i spent 8 hour days doing things like sweeping a never ending pile of sawdust blowing in from the wood yard, and getting hit on by old biker type dudes who kept porn magazines in their lunch boxes.
it was smelly, hot, and you could easily die while working there. there were areas of the mill that i was not allowed to go alone or without a gas mask/respirator. luckily, my dad worked in IT, so he had an office that i could escape to and i would often eat lunch with him.
you can see the wood yard pile of chips in the middle of this photo. yes, it's the yellowish thing that's taller than some of the buildings. you can imagine the excessive amount of saw dust it created for me to sweep. the guys i worked with called it "job security"
i got to wear steel toed boots and safety glasses everyday. sometimes ear plugs and a hardhat as well. very cute.0 -
For a summer job in high school I had to crawl on my hands and knees through rows of onions picking weeds. I would work 10 hours a day doing this.0
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Working in a feed mill. Custom grinding all kinds of grain, in an open air tin building, into 100 pounds bags which then had to be loaded into customer's vehicle. Nasty, dusty, sweaty, hot, heavy work. Did it when I was in high school.
Positive, however, is I was ripped.0 -
8 hour shifts, sitting at a conveyor belt, picking shell out of chopped walnuts. Mind numbing, Soul destroying. £1.87 an hour.
You win :flowerforyou:
I worked in a factory when I first left school. This was just one of the soul destroying jobs. We also had 'date pinging'. This involved emptying a box of chopped dates into a stainless steel trough, picking them up a handful at a time and dropping them. If they made a 'ping' noise against the metal, it was a piece of date stone...it was removed.....on to the next handful. 20kg boxes. 3 boxes an hour. 8 hour shift.
Then there was 'peanut nibbing'. Boxes of peanuts were emptied onto a vibrating grid. The big ones stayed on top and were shaken along until they fell off the end into a box. The small ones fell through the grid into a box. The medium ones lodged in the holes in the grid, you pressed a button and a huge guillotine shot under the grill and 'nibbed' (or chopped) the nuts in half.
A gory story to warn of the hazards of obesity or maybe just stupidity....we had a chap who was pretty big, maybe 300lb. He sat on that grid one lunchtime, to eat his sandwich and his mate pressed that button, just for a laugh, to make him jump. Unfortunately, the guy was wearing shorts and because he was so meaty, his legs had kinda squeezed through the grid so when the guillotine came across, it sliced of hundreds of little chunks of skin from the back of his legs. He bled profusively and had to spend three days in hospital and several weeks with his legs bandaged.
The peanuts were hosed off, re-packed and sent on to a very famous company for their Fruit 'n' Nut chocolate bar. Never eaten one since.
£1.87 an hour
I have a mental picture of that guy's legs after that happened....like swiss cheese with lots of blood.
And then I imagined the person eating the peanut bar that had chunks of skin in it. :sick:0 -
Also, working at Cedar Point, also when I was in college.0
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You know those grates on the ground in the car wash, you know, the car wash with the wand that you have use manually. Those grates cover a big hole that fills up with gunk and muck and dirt and other various forms of filth and yuckiness. Did you know that in some places, those have to be emptied by hand, with a shovel, while standing hip deep in the mess.
Yeah....I did that.
Second worse job, working in a factory making hard plastic chairs. I operated a press that was over 500 degrees, it was 107 degrees outside in the summer, no air conditioning, and the only air was fan that was too far away. The fan was basically useless because the material used to make the seats and backs was a powder, so if the fan was too close, it would blow the material everywhere. Add to that, I ended up being allergic to the material, broke out in a rash on top of a heat rash. I worked there for a little over a month and the whole time I tried to transfer to a different department and they kept telling me there were no openings. Finally, I just told them to shove it, and as I was leaving, I noticed their huge announcement sign said, "Now hiring for final assembly." The department I've been trying to transfer to.
On more note on that job, the material would stain clothes and skin. I was blue, like a smurf, for weeks and had to toss all my work clothes.0 -
Putting spices in the shakers. I worked on a conveyor belt making sure pepper goes in shakers. It was horrible with lots of sneezing and watery eyes and hair smelling like cumin and pepper.0
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Working for the government. Those politicians were Vile people!0
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I worked in an office for a metal fab company for 3 years where the owner was a coke head and would do lines on his desk, his father was a huge alcoholic old pervert and his other son was a meth head. It was fantastic. :ohwell: The company closed due to one of the sons writing huge cheques to himself.0
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Hotel maid. I was on the verge of homeless at the age of 19. I had a POS boyfriend and my parents did not want me coming home. He and I spent one night in a parking lot in my car and then were able to get a 'weekly rental' hotel room. I met a maid who was living in the room next to ours, she told me right away that she got her room and lots of drugs with the intention of committing suicide there... but decided to try to work there for awhile. Drugs, convicts, mice... The place was horrific. But the manager there said the sister hotel needed a maid asap so I jumped on the opportunity to make some money and get the hell out of there.
I did that for a few weeks. It sucked badly. I was the only one and the messes people left were repulsive, especially because it was a low-end hotel used for addicts and hook-ups/ one night stands. :sick:
On the plus side, that was what I refer to as my "lowest of lows" and work my *kitten* of so I never have to go back to that.. My parents gave us a bag of food from their house, I was thankful until I opened the bag and realized it was sent as an insult. Knowing that for a stranger they would have gone to the store and dropped $300 on food to give away, they put a box of crackers and a jar of Goober PB/jelly mix in a bag and left it for me. I ate PB and J on salted crackers once a day for a week. Tough love I suppose. I never want to be that hungry or that depressed again in my life. It's the kind of memory that makes you sick to think about and you want to just wipe it from your life.
Thankfully the boyfriend is long gone, I have a house, a great job that makes me feel good about myself, an amazing fiance and a bright future.0 -
Creating stacks of loose sided plastic bins.
Due to being floppy each stack was a different height, so you had to keep count. There were 16 different types of bins, each getting its own number to count to. This used just enough brain power that I couldn't just get lost in my brain the way lots of other dull repetitive jobs allowed me to do.
Add in that for most of my coworkers, this was pushing their mental limits, so even during break time there was a lack of stimulating conversation to distract me from being in a hot humid warehouse with no fan in the middle of summer. Although there were several fights, lots of very heated debates over who was more of a man, how to score with "da ladies" except they didn't refer to them as ladies, how this guy was seeing 4 girls on the side and then got upset that his wife started seeing someone else, etc.
Nelly was still a local only act, and one of my coworkers was his cousin, so I got to hear all of his early music. As in the guy dragging his boom box all over with him, cranked up, playing the same 3-4 cassettes over and over and over. It was worse than Xmas music when you work retail.
I think I lasted a month before I told the temp agency to either get me out of there or I'd quit. The lady I was talking to looked at my skill list and asked why they had sent me there in the first place.0 -
8 hour shifts, sitting at a conveyor belt, picking shell out of chopped walnuts. Mind numbing, Soul destroying. £1.87 an hour.
You win :flowerforyou:
I worked in a factory when I first left school. This was just one of the soul destroying jobs. We also had 'date pinging'. This involved emptying a box of chopped dates into a stainless steel trough, picking them up a handful at a time and dropping them. If they made a 'ping' noise against the metal, it was a piece of date stone...it was removed.....on to the next handful. 20kg boxes. 3 boxes an hour. 8 hour shift.
Then there was 'peanut nibbing'. Boxes of peanuts were emptied onto a vibrating grid. The big ones stayed on top and were shaken along until they fell off the end into a box. The small ones fell through the grid into a box. The medium ones lodged in the holes in the grid, you pressed a button and a huge guillotine shot under the grill and 'nibbed' (or chopped) the nuts in half.
A gory story to warn of the hazards of obesity or maybe just stupidity....we had a chap who was pretty big, maybe 300lb. He sat on that grid one lunchtime, to eat his sandwich and his mate pressed that button, just for a laugh, to make him jump. Unfortunately, the guy was wearing shorts and because he was so meaty, his legs had kinda squeezed through the grid so when the guillotine came across, it sliced of hundreds of little chunks of skin from the back of his legs. He bled profusively and had to spend three days in hospital and several weeks with his legs bandaged.
The peanuts were hosed off, re-packed and sent on to a very famous company for their Fruit 'n' Nut chocolate bar. Never eaten one since.
£1.87 an hour
Although this is a grisly tale, you are the best story teller. I just wanted to sit in a circle around a fire and listen to more.0 -
The only job I ever really hated was doing door to door sales. We traveled around and I was alone knocking on strangers doors in some pretty crazy places. When people who answer the door only do it to provide you with a weapon, you know you are in a bad place.
I have had some of the worst bosses and managers, though. I worked at Burger King forever and it's a toss up between two managers. The first manager would have me climb on a ladder every single day and "help" by grabbing my *kitten* until I finally told him I was going to kick him in the face if he touched me again. The second manager would send everyone but two people home no matter how busy we were. One time we were super slammed on a Sunday night when a customer was having what seemed to be a heart attack in the dining room. The manager refused to call 911 until he got the line down. This was before cell phones were really popular and he threatened to fire me if I touched the phone. I told him to go ahead and called anyways.
My boss when I was doing door to door sales was a drunk and a drug addict and I'm pretty sure he was the devil. There were several parts of the country we couldn't travel to because he has warrants out for his arrest. Part of his spiel is that he's out there trying to make money to pay for his son's radiation. He has no son. His money went to crack and hookers. He did offer me bonus money once, though...if I let him watch me pee. I passed on that.0 -
My worst job was being a bill collector. You had to keep calling the same people over and over, and none were happy to hear from you. Some people could pay, but refused to do so, and other were unable to pay. There was a hospital that was our biggest client. People with insurance would go to the hospital, but the insurance wouldn't be billed correctly. Instead of letting the people know, the hospital would wait over a year, when the insurance would no longer pay, and then charge the person. If you called somone who got upset over the bill, and he or she called the hospital to complain, you would get in trouble for causing trouble for the hospital. There was one call that was worse than all others. I called an older woman about a bill for an ambulance ride. Turns out the ambulance had been called for her husband - who had died in the ambulance. I told her I was sorry for her loss and then hung up. I refused to try and collect the bill from an 88 year old widow for the ambuance ride where her husband had died.
A close second for worst job was when I was a telemarketer for postage meters. You had to call at least 300 people a day - many of whom had been called before. You were recorded and if you didn't 'push' the sell hard enough, you were written up. If you weren't making enough sells, you had to stand up to make your calls, with the headset on which meant you had to stand bent over for at least an hour at a time. The sad thing, I was written up even in calls where I actually sold that stupid meter because they said I wasn't forceful enough. The average was selling two a week and I was selling 8 or 10 a week, and they still wrote me up or sent me to extra training so I would be short on hours and have my pay cut and miss getting comission for the sells.0 -
I want to say the one I'm sitting at right now, but I'm sitting in front of a computer, so it can't be that bad compared to others.
Probably Wal-Mart cashier. I used to stock shelves but I liked that - organizing and not talking to anyone. Being a cashier is as bad as people say.
"Can you put this in that bag? Don't put the soap with the hair colour. Why would you put the cookies with the bread?"... you know, there's a self-checkout over there...
*item doesn't scan* "Must be free!" Haha... Dept. 404 come to checkout 5 with a handgun and an alibi.
I seriously had a woman demand I get her a new bag of flour when she saw the one she had was open. Her daughter offered to get one because no one was responding to my page - "No. That's not your job, it's her job" Actually, you get in big **** if you leave your till.
And my favourite: tax-free cards. People have had these cards their whole life and no store can process them post-checkout, so why do they not know to say it in advance? I had to void and re-do a grocery order worth $400 and the entire time he kept telling me how inconvenienced he was.
Second place: Williams-Sonoma cashier. I worked there for 3 weeks in the holidays only two years ago and I quit even before my contract was up. Only upside was I got to bake on the job and always smelled like Pumpkin.
Honourable mentions:
Bartender (LOVED the job, hated the owner who said I was an idiot for cutting myself while slicing lemons even after she said to be careful because it was sharp. If someone didn't pay for their drink, it came out of my pay)
Media Assistant (my current job) - I've never hated anyone and wished harm more than I do for my current boss. The work is dull and people are so fake.0 -
Cleaning tanning beds....I want to just vomit even thinking about it. :sick:0
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RIGHT?? Friend of mine started a week after I did and he made more than me!3 years at Walmart. I started the same day as my male friend, we both had the same amount of merit promotions, both cross-trained in the exact same departments…and he made a full dollar more than I did per hour.0 -
The peanuts were hosed off, re-packed and sent on to a very famous company for their Fruit 'n' Nut chocolate bar. Never eaten one since.
Ewww... There was one of those Fruit 'n' Nut chocolate bars in our fridge, for like, forever.... Over the course of several evenings, I slowly polished that thing off. Now, I'm thinking.... I've eaten Soylent Green.
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