I cleaned college dorms tampons clogged toilets that you would not effing believe
Worst job you ever had
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My second real job after college worked in the Finance Department, but had to be on a phone queue and listen to people ***** about their bills and come up with excuses as to why they were late all the time. Hate dealing with customers and only made $40k a year and was absolutely miserable most days.
Shoveled human excrement in 98 degree weather ankle deep in rubber boots in a sewer waste center for day labor. Got paid $42 bucks for 8 hours of work. Cashier woman with gold plated teeth at gas station laughed at my check when I cashed it and gave me $45.
well this one toothed girl... o wait wrong kind of job
Cutting and hanging tobacco, It’s hard to put into words, just how miserable of an experience that is.
That's what I thought of too. Putting up hay is right up there as well.
Auto claims adjuster at Allstate. Listening to people act hurt after a $200 rear ender to get some cash almost cost me my faith in humanity.
Changing a track on a tank in South Korea in below zero weather knee deep in snow and staying out in the field for weeks.
I was at the top of the barn on wobbly 2x4 boards hanging it in 100 degree heat. Thought I was going to puke from the tobacco and I am half scared of heights. That was after spending half the day cutting it. Like you said no way to describe how miserable that was. One day and I was done.
hose man on a **** pumping truck. Took me two years to climb the ladder to "driver"
I once supervised 16 "women" ages 18 to 24 in a clerical pool. I may have drawn a bad lot but these women were not team players. They were back biters, rumor mongers, flirts and exhibitionist. They hated each other and got upset if someone was promoted in their unit. They smiled and acted pleased but inside they were screaming with hate and jealousy.
My supervision was for only 6 months as it was required in my rotation in management. I was never so glad to get out of there.
My supervision was for only 6 months as it was required in my rotation in management. I was never so glad to get out of there.
Any "perks".....askin for a friend
Had to work in tobacco for years growing up, miserable manual labor for which I was never given a single penny.
White privilege and all, being as it was.
White privilege and all, being as it was.
worked retail at both Wal Mart and Home Depot in college. That's all that needs to be said.
I cleaned carpets for one day in Louisville. You would not believe what I saw[poop]
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Cutting. It was always crazy hot, humid as the Amazon jungle, snakes everywhere, and a horrible ringing in my head from the contact high.
worst job was also the best paying job. Worked at a call center for AT&T. Payed very well. But it was just 8 hours a day of getting yelled at. If not by customers than by your boss.
Hanging A/C and armored Tank coils 3rd shift off broadway in Louisville.
Did this at 15 yrs old for $3 hour cash.
I did construction where I spent a hell of a lot of time putting trusses on the tops of houses. This meant that I was standing on the tops of 2x4’s, 10-15 feet off the ground, no safety protection at all, pulling up trusses and nailing them into place... all for $8.50 an hour.
The worst part honestly were the people. I worked for the contractor, but he would have me supplement the crews who he hires separately. All of them were felons or meth heads. One day, Chris - who was 17 years old - didn’t show up for work. “What happened to Chris”, I asked. “Oh, his girl got kidnapped by this dude, so Chris went over to his house and killed him”, said his best friend who also worked with us, nonchalantly like this was a normal thing to do.
The worst part honestly were the people. I worked for the contractor, but he would have me supplement the crews who he hires separately. All of them were felons or meth heads. One day, Chris - who was 17 years old - didn’t show up for work. “What happened to Chris”, I asked. “Oh, his girl got kidnapped by this dude, so Chris went over to his house and killed him”, said his best friend who also worked with us, nonchalantly like this was a normal thing to do.
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Busboy/Dishwasher at Cracker Barrel. This was back when smoking was allowed. I had to empty the dishes from the bus tub, then drain all liquid out, using my bare hand as a filter so that no solids or silverware were lost. Finally, the food scraps were dumped in a barrel. About once a day me another dishwasher and manager had to go out and dump the scrap barrel. We had to rack thru it for silverware. The manager would get pissed if he found any in there.
Installing A/C’s in attics in summer is a misery...
Shoveling dry ice pellets and swinging 50lb blocks...
But neither was as miserable as being a barback at a night club... eff that.
Shoveling dry ice pellets and swinging 50lb blocks...
But neither was as miserable as being a barback at a night club... eff that.
Did this, once training was over, I never showed up
HATED pulling suckers off the tobacco. Worst part IMO.
Same. From about 12-18 years of age I spent the summer working in tobacco. I hated it. The money made wasn't worth the crap I put up with.
Dry cleaners. July or August in 2001. It was 95 degrees outside and that felt cool compared to the temp inside. I worked there 1 day. Just unbelievable conditions.
Never really had a horrible job but the worst was moving furniture at antique shows. I was just nervous handing 200-300 year old big pieces with original glass some worth north of $10,000. One slip and you have knocked a good hunk of value off the piece. Also we were only paid in tips so we had no I idea what we would make per day. Fortunately, most dealers were generous.
I work everyday in what ever mother nature will throw at you. That aspect doesn't bother me.
When I was 20, the summer between sophomore and junior years, I worked at a dry chemical plant.
This process was previously done at the tire plant in Mayfield at union wages. It had been outsourced to a company in Paducah and I was making $1 above minimum.
The recipe was usually 4-6 chemicals added together to make the polymers that hold your tires together. The process was simple enough. Every station had 55 gallon drum of dry chemical. A five gallon bucket with a plastic liner bag was passed by conveyor from station to station until the recipe was completed and then the bag was sealed and palletized.
It was my first job working with rough, real(not really rough) people. The warehouse the plant was operating in was about as comfortable as a sealed attic.
Worker protection was offered(jump suit, mask, goggles, gloves etc), but you weren't made to wear them. Since it was hotter than hell in there, few were going to add any more layers.
- If you were stuck adding a resin, the dust would settle on your eye lids/lashes and it would be hard to blink.
- The end product you were making helps the tire wear longer and hold together better. Workers would spill chemicals at their station. Workers moving from station to station would mix those chemicals with their foot traffic. All of this would bond to the soles of your shoes. It would just keep building up. The only way to remove it was to knive it off. You were always walking on uneven soles.
- Your pee would be glorious shades of deep, dark yellow/orange.
- All of that I would have endured. It's just the summer, right? These guys, like alot of plants operated on a swing shift. 7-7. I couldn't get used to that. I was just a zombie.
After the Fourth of July, I decided that working for my dad wasn't so bad and I finished out the summer with him. I'll always salute the guys that swing shift their whole career.
The best summer job was as a floral delivery driver. No tips, but there were no bills to collect and everyone was happy to see you.
When I was 20, the summer between sophomore and junior years, I worked at a dry chemical plant.
This process was previously done at the tire plant in Mayfield at union wages. It had been outsourced to a company in Paducah and I was making $1 above minimum.
The recipe was usually 4-6 chemicals added together to make the polymers that hold your tires together. The process was simple enough. Every station had 55 gallon drum of dry chemical. A five gallon bucket with a plastic liner bag was passed by conveyor from station to station until the recipe was completed and then the bag was sealed and palletized.
It was my first job working with rough, real(not really rough) people. The warehouse the plant was operating in was about as comfortable as a sealed attic.
Worker protection was offered(jump suit, mask, goggles, gloves etc), but you weren't made to wear them. Since it was hotter than hell in there, few were going to add any more layers.
- If you were stuck adding a resin, the dust would settle on your eye lids/lashes and it would be hard to blink.
- The end product you were making helps the tire wear longer and hold together better. Workers would spill chemicals at their station. Workers moving from station to station would mix those chemicals with their foot traffic. All of this would bond to the soles of your shoes. It would just keep building up. The only way to remove it was to knive it off. You were always walking on uneven soles.
- Your pee would be glorious shades of deep, dark yellow/orange.
- All of that I would have endured. It's just the summer, right? These guys, like alot of plants operated on a swing shift. 7-7. I couldn't get used to that. I was just a zombie.
After the Fourth of July, I decided that working for my dad wasn't so bad and I finished out the summer with him. I'll always salute the guys that swing shift their whole career.
The best summer job was as a floral delivery driver. No tips, but there were no bills to collect and everyone was happy to see you.
Worked as a busboy/barback before moving up to bartender at the old TW Lee's restaurant on Richmond Rd during my UK days.
They say shite flows downhill... and busboys/barbacks are at the bottom.
They say shite flows downhill... and busboys/barbacks are at the bottom.