WORST JOB YOU EVER HAD ?

Whats the worst job you ever had? Living in a rural area really has its disadvantages when it comes to work awhile back needed some extra cash for the farm so I took a job in a fuckin piggery! Man this place was like hell on earth ,fkn sheds with 500 pigs in each you cant imagine the smell ,the amount of shit . As part of the job i had to shovel shit and drag dead pigs out of the shed and throw them in a pile some rotting they had been there so long . i managed to last three months , it was the worst job ever!

The question is... how much did it pay?

My worst job was also my best job... being a manager at a Taco Bell franchise. I loved it, even though it was quite stressful. Unfortunately the drama there got to the point that I didn't want to deal with it anymore so I put in my two-week notice and now i'm getting paid better at a job that's closer to home and more interested in keeping and promoting me :)

yeah for serious--fast food places are hell of drama. everybody talking shit about everybody else. i've worked in fast food before and the only thing i was thinking is how immature everybody is. everybody gossips, it made me feel like ringing their stupid necks!!!!

i'll never work in fast food again.

The worst job I ever had was working at a cultured marble factory. I say factory, but it was actually this shitty building that had insulation for walls and wired with extension cords outside the owner's house. I worked from about 6am in the morning til usually 4-5 in the evening, busting ass non-stop all day. You are exposed to various chemicals, most of which will burn if you get them on you, i fucked up the interior of my car permanently because of all the cultured marble that I would be covered with when I got off of work. All for 6 dollars an hour (finally got a raise to 6.50 after some bullshit). I had to work over 50 hours a week just to make 300 dollars on my paycheck. The worst part was that due do the hours and shitty pay, I made just enough to live on and I never could take off to go look for a better job, nor could I afford to have a gap in pay that happens every time you switch jobs. Getting fired and losing my aparment on the same day turned out to be the best thing ever though :) I ended up getting a better job installing fiber optic cable (like hundred mile stretches) and I was bringing home like 1000-1500 every two weeks, not bad for a 19 year old at the time.

My last job I just quit yesterday was good/bad. I made 8 bucks an hour cutting grass and I pretty much had no supervision and pretty cool bosses, but it was a lot of work. I'd be mowing anywhere from 18-30 houses a day, usually about an average of 23. I mowed vacant houses on a large military base, and let me tell you, soldiers know how to fuck up a yard like you wouldn't believe. Honestly, some of the shit I ran over in backyards just makes you wonder how the hell it got there.

Remember kids, stay in school and you won't have to bust ass at manual labor jobs. College starts monday, w00t!

I worked at a place that made the terminals for car batteries and
you had to wear this suit that was thick as fuck to protect you
from the lead. It was god awful because it was the middle of summer
and they had no A/C the stoves cranking to form the terminals and
the heat from summer while wearing that suit was just horrid.

About three months into working there I was taking a break and sitting
outside because the heat was killing me and you couldn't take that fucking
suit off inside. The shift supervisor came up to me and started bitching
and in the middle of him telling me to go back in and get to work I took
that suit off the rest of the way and walked off didn't say shit just left
that shit laying there in front of him and went and got in my car, fucking
prick.

yeah no doubt about it there are some pretty crap jobs out there but still standing in pig shit all day still ranks number 1 worst job for me. Even tailing lambs is betta than that .

well ive only had one job and im still at it, making 7.75 an hour, i do all the bitch work for a home hardware, cut keys, shelve shit, help retarded old people and its right downtown so i got tweakers and homeless people comin in all the time, the shittiest is probably doin the garbage which is pretty kyfe i cant imagine shoveling pig shit and dead carcuses

A lot of this is applicable to our grandparents, and even some of our parents.

It May Be Hard to Believe That A Scant 100 Years Ago...


The average life expectancy in the United States was forty-seven.
Only 14 percent of the homes in the United States had a bathtub.
Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone. A three minute call from Denver to New York City cost eleven dollars.
There were only 8,000 cars in the US and only 144 miles of paved roads.
The maximum speed limit in most cities was ten mph.
Alabama, Mississippi, Iowa, and Tennessee were each more heavily populated than California. With a mere 1.4 million residents, California was only the twenty-first most populous state in the Union.
The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower.
The average wage in the U.S. was twenty-two cents an hour. The average U.S. worker made between $200 and $400 per year.
A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, a dentist $2500 per year, a veterinarian between $1500 and $4000 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5000 per year.
More than 95 percent of all births in the United States took place at home.


Ninety percent of all U.S. physicians had no college education. Instead, they attended medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press and by the government as "substandard."
Sugar cost four cents a pound.
Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.
Coffee cost fifteen cents a pound.
Most women only washed their hair once a month and used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.
Canada passed a law prohibiting poor people from entering the country for any reason, either as travelers or immigrants.
The five leading causes of death in the U.S. were: 1. Pneumonia and influenza 2. Tuberculosis 3. Diarrhea 4. Heart disease 5. Stroke
The American flag had 45 stars. Arizona, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Hawaii and Alaska hadn't been admitted to the Union yet.
Drive-by-shootings, in which teenage boys galloped down the street on horses and started randomly shooting at houses, carriages, or anything else that caught their fancy, were an ongoing problem in Denver and other cities in the West.
The population of Las Vegas, Nevada was thirty. The remote desert community was inhabited by only a handful of ranchers and their families.


Plutonium, insulin, and antibiotics hadn't been discovered yet. Scotch tape, crossword puzzles, canned beer, and iced tea hadn't been invented.
There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
One in ten U.S. adults couldn't read or write. Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.
Some medical authorities warned that professional seamstresses were apt to become sexually aroused by the steady rhythm, hour after hour, of the sewing machine's foot pedals. They recommended slipping bromide, which was thought to diminish sexual desire,into the woman's drinking water.
Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at corner drugstores. According to one pharmacist, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind, regulates the stomach and the bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health.
Coca-Cola contained cocaine instead of caffeine.
Punch card data processing had recently been developed, and early predecessors of the modern computer were used for the first time by the government to help compile the 1900 census.
Eighteen percent of households in the United States had at least one full-time servant or domestic.

I've cleaned horse stalls and doent he telemarketer thing, those were pretty bad. But the worst job was when I worked in a factory that made corregated paper products. You know that little paper "tray" in a package of Oreo's? We made millions of them. My job was to stand at the end of the line and every minute or so tape a box shut and stencil a big "NABISCO" on it. 8 hrs a day of that. Unbelievably boring.

Like yabatab's job it was also unbearably hot. They have to steam the paper or it will curl so a lot of heat is produced in the place. There was no air conditioning and it was a record hot summer, most day's over 100. Every moring they'd give us our ration of salt pills because we'd all sweat so much. I would have left sooner but it paid great. $15 an hour and that was back in 1988.

I've ownly have had two jobs,so i don't have that much experience but, i would say my worst would be when i worked at McDonald's.It was just way to fast pace,i hated it.They work you so damn hard for 6.50 an hour.It wasn't wroth it,so i quit.Now i work at pizza Inn it's a cool ass job .It's ownly like two i don't to much like.but other than that,its cool.

Oh easy one.

My first job I ever had when I moved here was working in pork slaughtering/process. plant. I worked on the kill floor and my job was to pick up the severed pig head, slam it on a spike, and remove the skin from it's face, and remove the eyeballs. It was like an ice cream scoop kind of. You just wedged in behind there, pulled out, cut the eye veins (can't remeber the name) off and put them in a bucket.

By the end of the shift, I had a 5gal. bucket filled with eyes. They then took those and made animal food with them. Along with other parts.

When I worked there, we killed about 700 pigs per hour, in an 8hr day. This plant, that had 700 employess, has now tripled in size, and they now kill 10,000 pigs in an 8hr shift. I couldn't imagine doing that shit now, but that's the only kind of work you can get when you can only speak english half assed.

i used to make chairs for my uncle. that wasnt fun.

Where do I start.

The nappy factory. 10 hours a day with 30 mins lunch and no other breaks. I went home on my first day and fell asleep then my mum woke me up to say it was time for work. Noooooooooooooo.

Working as a waitress in Spain for 2 GBP an hour. Still my boss was nice, even though strange people kept shooting at him on his way to work.

Emptying money out of pink pig collection boxes and then having to count the pennies and bank them, 8 hours a day for 15 GBP a day. My boss bumped into one of his old school friends one day while I was with him and told the guy I was his daughter. I don't know why but I played along with it.

Being an office junior and being bullied and too scared to stick up for myself.

Being a legal secretary for an insane old woman in the attic of a Brighton law firm. She was so crazy the other typists would only send documents up to her in the lift unaccompanied.

I worked in a factory which made these obscure little metal shafts and screw type thingies. The shafts eventualy would wind up in the little motor that runs the power windows in your car, or that makes your windshield wipers go. Anyways, my job was to 'sort' these parts. So if a customer complained they found some rust on the shafts in their shipment from us, they'd send the entire shipment back. I would then have to inspect each and every shaft, and take out all the rusty ones. Just one day of sorting thousands of shafts was enough to drive you insane. It was so tedious.

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Originally Posted by Nochowderforyou

Oh easy one.

My first job I ever had when I moved here was working in pork slaughtering/process. plant. I worked on the kill floor and my job was to pick up the severed pig head, slam it on a spike, and remove the skin from it's face, and remove the eyeballs. It was like an ice cream scoop kind of. You just wedged in behind there, pulled out, cut the eye veins (can't remeber the name) off and put them in a bucket.

By the end of the shift, I had a 5gal. bucket filled with eyes. They then took those and made animal food with them. Along with other parts.

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Dude....you win. I have never had a job that can even come close to that.

Peace

Hey you might laugh at factory work but that was always my favourite. Apart from the nappy factory thing. It's so mind numbing that you can fuction the task whilst day dreaming. Like getting paid to do nothing except stare at the ceiling.

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Hey you might laugh at factory work but that was always my favourite. Apart from the nappy factory thing. It's so mind numbing that you can fuction the task whilst day dreaming. Like getting paid to do nothing except stare at the ceiling.

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Yeah, sometimes you just get to thinking about stuff and you work for hours without actually thinking about what your doing. It goes really fast that way. Other times (escpecialy when you have plans after work) you find yourself looking at the clock every 3 minutes and the time just crawls.

The worst job I ever had was in the Army, during/after the invasion of Grenada. I got stuck with a couple of other guys on corpse cleanup duty which was pretty horrible once the corpses had sat in the fields or the jungles rotting for a few days. That's how we found a fair number of corpses, just from the smell. We had to use humor to deal with that job, grisly morgue-type humor. If we couldn't have laughed, we'd surely have cried. No extra pay for cleaning up the corpses either (although there was a little extra just for being in a combat zone).

I worked for a slaughter house as a livestock driver for a year.:eek:

Picking them up for there one way ticket..... to the diner table.:p

Worst was cleaning up the back of the truck at the end of the day.:rolleyes:

Then got back into control systems and computers :smokin:

Working for the Disney reservations center. It's a cult, I tell you! They even make you go by a fake name they give you. Someone in my training class got stuck with Mazelnut... I quit before week 3 of training. ;)

Dude that sucks

my friend is in a cult job, they make do a happiness ritual everyday before work

my worst job was at a factory

shitty pay and boring as fuck

random drug testing and breathalyser tests

i quit after 1 day

My vote for worse job so far goes to Chowder for his bucket of eyeballs.
omggggggggggg.:eek:

Schwaag de seeder....all the free schwaag i could smoke though.

But so many seeds.

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Originally Posted by Nochowderforyou

Oh easy one.

My first job I ever had when I moved here was working in pork slaughtering/process. plant. I worked on the kill floor and my job was to pick up the severed pig head, slam it on a spike, and remove the skin from it's face, and remove the eyeballs. It was like an ice cream scoop kind of. You just wedged in behind there, pulled out, cut the eye veins (can't remeber the name) off and put them in a bucket.

By the end of the shift, I had a 5gal. bucket filled with eyes. They then took those and made animal food with them. Along with other parts.

When I worked there, we killed about 700 pigs per hour, in an 8hr day. This plant, that had 700 employess, has now tripled in size, and they now kill 10,000 pigs in an 8hr shift. I couldn't imagine doing that shit now, but that's the only kind of work you can get when you can only speak english half assed.

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Man thats bad.What about scraping up a rotting flyblown carcass with a shovel...GAG!!. that has to be worse.

My very first job was probably my worst. It was a local pizza shop ran by this Greek guy (who actually sounded like someone in the mob..he was very sketchy). To start off, everything was paid to me under-the-counter. He did not take taxes out of my money at all which came across to me as quite strange. I was also in high school at the time and he had me working every day monday through saturday 5:00 - close (I didn't get out of school until 3:30 so it barely gave me any time to even do homework). The guy didn't want to give me a day off even for prom when I told him about it 3 weeks in advance. I told him about some other dates I was obligated to leave (some of these 3 - 4 months in advance) and he told me he couldn't give me it because it was "asking for too many days off" (there were about three dates). They had me washing dishes and didn't believe in something such as a break. This really fat red-headed rude lady was the one in charge of training me. She told me that if I wasn't washing dishes I had to be cleaning off counters, cleaning pans, cleaning out the fridge, or cleaining the fryers. I also had to sweep and mop alone. I couldn't sit down for even 5 seconds without someone saying "quit being lazy and get back to work" although they're stepping outside for cigarettes (something I didn't like too much). The final straw was when the last night I was there I was mopping the floor and my nose began to bleed (it sometimes does during extreme stress, it's supposedly hereditary) and said to excuse me while I go clean up. When I got back, I got bitched out by the fat lady saying "It's not fair to the other employees for them to have to do your share of the work." therefore I quit, after only four days, and refused to even list them as a previous job experience (they'd never remember who I was because the guy who owned the place asked me the second night I was there "Have you worked here before? I think I've seen you." I said "No" and he walked off after another employee confirmed I wasn't him.)

subway everybody that works there thinks they are the boss u get yelled at for taking a bathroom break.

Warehouse - Working for Next clothing putting tags on clothes, boring as hell. And a airplane cleaner, some cool finds like wallets, mobiles etc but also soiled nappies and sick bags:(

Peace

Buddy

Mowing the Grass.
Now that was bad.

Unless you drunk its no, fun.

I was a Jr. "Stink Sucker" at Monsanto chemical plant in Houston. I forgot the official title- Environmental Assurance Control Associate or something- but that's what we were essentially, stink suckers.

This plant processed petroleum, acids, and all kinds of nasty stuff that made even nastier byproducts. Well this gaseous waste would get piped from the units that make the chemicals to waaaay back to the back of the plant where no roads pass so no one sees that NOTHING grows there, where the pipe ends and gas is let out. Well what we did, as Jr. Stink Suckers, was to essentially put our mouth at the end of the pipe, and inhale what came out of it before it's let out into the atmosphere. I don't know what was in it, but it tasted like burning tires, and I remember the year I got that job was the year my body stopped growing. And I think it helped fuck up my teeth too.

I thought it would get better once I made Sr. Stink Sucker, but all that meant was that I get to make the schedule and assignments in the morning, decide which Jr. Stink Suckers are assigned to which pipes, and some other administrative and supervisory duties, but mainly you still get the end of a pipe most of the day because I'm a "working foreman" whatever the fuck that means, not a regular foreman like the carpenters and pipefitters have. It basically means I'm a glorified Jr. Stink Sucker... except now (as of sept 97) I make $5.15 an hour instead of $4.75 doing it.

Moral of the story? Work hard, dedicate, and really apply yourself, and one day YOU TOO might be pimping to work in a certified pre-owned 2005 Hyundai Accent.

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I was a Jr. "Stink Sucker" at Monsanto chemical plant in Houston. I forgot the official title- Environmental Assurance Control Associate or something- but that's what we were essentially, stink suckers.

This plant processed petroleum, acids, and all kinds of nasty stuff that made even nastier byproducts. Well this gaseous waste would get piped from the units that make the chemicals to waaaay back to the back of the plant where no roads pass so no one sees that NOTHING grows there, where the pipe ends and gas is let out. Well what we did, as Jr. Stink Suckers, was to essentially put our mouth at the end of the pipe, and inhale what came out of it before it's let out into the atmosphere. I don't know what was in it, but it tasted like burning tires, and I remember the year I got that job was the year my body stopped growing. And I think it helped fuck up my teeth too.

I thought it would get better once I made Sr. Stink Sucker, but all that meant was that I get to make the schedule and assignments in the morning, decide which Jr. Stink Suckers are assigned to which pipes, and some other administrative and supervisory duties, but mainly you still get the end of a pipe most of the day because I'm a "working foreman" whatever the fuck that means, not a regular foreman like the carpenters and pipefitters have. It basically means I'm a glorified Jr. Stink Sucker... except now (as of sept 97) I make $5.15 an hour instead of $4.75 doing it.

Moral of the story? Work hard, dedicate, and really apply yourself, and one day YOU TOO might be pimping to work in a certified pre-owned 2005 Hyundai Accent.

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Oh my god, you had me so laughing my ass off. Seriously, you gotta be kidding right? I presume you are, but I'm really gullible, and I suppose it could be true. Lol...

Anyways...the reason why I ask you this, is because my worst job ever starts with the fact that I was working with this company called Monsanto.

Well anyways...Iowa is like a huge corn state. I'm 22 years old and I decided this past summer that I would like to make some extra cash.. My friend told me that I could detassel and make like 1000 bucks over a couple of weeks in the summer. I was like right on, a thousand bucks, not bad.

Right....For those of you who don't know, detasseling is the act of making hybrid corn. Say you have a fast growing corn and a sweet tasting corn, you would pull the tassel (which is the part that pollinates) off of one of the types so the other would pollinate it.

Anyways...Well my job as a Monsanto detasseler was to walk down corn rows and pull the tassel off of every plant. It took place in the end of july, which is like the hottest part of the summer. And inside a cornfield it is 15 degrees hotter than outside the field.

You had to wake up at 4 in the morning and meet a schoolbus to ride to work...

The average row was 2 miles long, and you just turned around and went back, up and down up and down all day long.

The mud goes up to your knees at times and the cornrash is horrible.
(Cornrash is when the leaves basically give you little papercuts all over)

Even though it's like 100 degrees outside, you have to cover every part of your body to prevent it.

In the morning the leaves are wet, so you're completely soaked.

It gets so hot, that people puke and pass out.

Anyways...most people quit, and there's not many left at the end of the 2 weeks..

But I stayed and finished, and although it was horrible and I made it through and never passed out, and I am kinda proud that I didn't quit.

Man, my worst job plaes in comparrison to some of the others listed here. I worked at a local Gamestop last summer, and it sucked, alot. Now, I know all the other gamers out there have got to be saying "Dude! You worked in a video game store! You lucky bastard!" Believe you me, thats how I fealt at first to.

The store was right on the edge of the ghetto, so we alot of our customers were gang members (or wannabies), alot of whom gave us shit for no real reason at all. There were also the annoying parents who would come in with their screaming kids, and take out their frustration on us. Finally, we had actual gamers, and as one of those myself, I can tell you that some of us are just so goddamn annoying, clueless, and socially inept you had to resist the temptation to strangle them. There was one guy who would come into the store at opening, and just hang around all day playing demos, reading strategy guides, not buying anything, and annoying the shit out of us and the customers.

Then there was the day we got a gun pulled on us. I was at the counter explaining to some guy why halo didn't exist for the PS2 (lots of very dumb customers), and one of my coworkers was at the other register, working on a return with some guy in his 40s who obviously still wanted to be running with a gang out on the streets. My coworker was explaining to the guy that we couldn't take the games back as A. He didn't have a reciept and B. He bought them at a different store. Well, this guy just wouldn't take no for an answer, and eventually took out a gun and pointed it at my coworker. Everybody just stopped and looked at the situation, then the wannabe gangster realised that shooting someone with about 10 witnesses was probably not a good idea, out the gun back in his pants, and stormed out, leaving his games on the counter. We called the cops, but seeing as this was in Oakland, they probably had more important things to deal with.

I had a job where I had to take discarded pig parts and organize them or chuck em. Once I had a Pigs shitsack in my hand, and my buddy came by and fuckin poked it.....


shit went flying 10 feet in all directions, all over my face and in my mouth and all over everything.

I had to clean it....

I quit right there and left to go home.

Plumber for an apartment complex that had open sewer pipes in the basements and crawlspaces... The reason all the sewers were open was becase they were fucked,almost every building,,, 98 of them,,, had backups,so they let it pour into a basement or crawl so not to backup in to an apartment,,,which btw was another sewer in most cases... I would get called out,,in the middle of the night sometimes, to wade in excrement... I got violently ill on this job and the cause of illness was beathing in raw sewage... I asked the company for a gas mask and they refused,I had to buy my own...

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Oh my god, you had me so laughing my ass off. Seriously, you gotta be kidding right? I presume you are, but I'm really gullible, and I suppose it could be true. Lol...

Anyways...the reason why I ask you this, is because my worst job ever starts with the fact that I was working with this company called Monsanto.

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Wow, what a coincidence that you worked for Monsanto. Yours and mine are indeed one in the same company; they seriously do genetically engineer corn and make chemicals. And yeah, of course stink sucker was a joke, but I did work as a day laborer in a chemical plant during semester breaks through college- jackhammer, pick axe, pouring concrete etc... real hard work; though I'm not trying to tell you about it considering the job you just described. You're a better person for having made it through that summer.

School bus at 4am gets you to the hot and wet cornfield, where you puke and pass out, only to wake up later with a rash? Makes me grateful to be Stink Sucker. Although the free ride to work must be nice. My Hyundai Accent might be a pieun magnet, but it's real a gas HOG.