The worst job you ever had.

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…

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.

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:

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.

Working for the government. Those politicians were Vile people!

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.

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.

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.

Cleaning tanning beds....I want to just vomit even thinking about it. :sick:

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.