I bet these will be fun. I saw this guy's epic video of him quitting his job and I thought this would be a good discussion.
Job appraisals courtesy of David Brent
Job appraisals courtesy of David Brent
Worst job you have ever had?
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Call center for xerox. They ran the call centers for met life's tricare dental insurance. It was such a joke.
Installing central a/c systems in houses during the summertime... 120 degree attics, sweat, open pores and fiberglass insulation.
Face on pillow at night felt like you're being stabbed with a trillion needles.
I also worked in a dry ice packaging plant in Newark with Teamsters. Shoveling ice pellets, 50lb blocks picked from container onto cutting table, jumping in dumpsters to compact paper, ice burns up and down arms, frozen solid boots, ice bombs.... Did I mention it was in NEWARK?!?
Face on pillow at night felt like you're being stabbed with a trillion needles.
I also worked in a dry ice packaging plant in Newark with Teamsters. Shoveling ice pellets, 50lb blocks picked from container onto cutting table, jumping in dumpsters to compact paper, ice burns up and down arms, frozen solid boots, ice bombs.... Did I mention it was in NEWARK?!?
Taught middle school for three years. Good, steady work, but ... no.
Tobacco work in high school. Pay was ok but the work is pure hell to me. When I see people cutting and housing now I am truly thankful I don't have to do it.
OMFG! What an awesomely great, loaded f*cking question for my politically incorrect ***. PASS!
See Willy for more info.
See Willy for more info.
You undoubtedly experienced the wrath of my present wife. Kudos for your tact.
Shoveling rich people feces in rubber boots to my knees in 100 degree Florida heat outside at a private sewer plant in a wealthy neighborhood. That sucked. I made $43.04 for 8 hours of work.
Based on the year I spent there, I'd say there is a 99.99% chance she was right about the situation and had every reason to be angry. It was such a horribly run company. When people asked what I did for a living I'd just tell them "i tell military families they are getting screwed over".
To give you an idea of how absurd it was: Claims would get processed wrong all the time. The majority of the time it was just a scanning error and it was easy to get fixed. But the thing was that *I* couldn't correct a claim. I had to email someone to get it corrected. Usually it would get done the next day. Sometimes they would get rejected saying we needed further information, despite it being on the claim form in the first place.
Now here in lies the problem. The office that had people in that corrected the claims was right across the hall from where I was. And I couldn't just print off a claim and walk it over there to show them. Nope, I had to email back and forth. Crap that would take 5 minutes to resolve would last days if not weeks because of that crap.
Dude, Tricare Dental = nightmarish reflections from times gone by. You, sir, possess exceptional fortitude. I salute you.
Worst job I actually got paid for? Stripping tobacco in the Tennessee heat.
Worst job I did for free (family)? Stripping hog intestines for fresh chitlins. I was the washer. Uncle Dug had a yard long butcher knife he used to slit open the intestines and scrape out the dung. I rinsed them out in an old washtub, rinsed them again in the sink and passed them over to Aunt Oglean (actually they were my grandaunt/uncle, but hey, you didn't say grand aunt/uncle when I was a kid)
I don't eat chitlins today. As much as I hated cleaning them as a kid, you CAN tell the difference between fresh and frozen. And nobody (not even Mom) came close to Aunt Oglean in cooking them.
Worst job I did for free (family)? Stripping hog intestines for fresh chitlins. I was the washer. Uncle Dug had a yard long butcher knife he used to slit open the intestines and scrape out the dung. I rinsed them out in an old washtub, rinsed them again in the sink and passed them over to Aunt Oglean (actually they were my grandaunt/uncle, but hey, you didn't say grand aunt/uncle when I was a kid)
I don't eat chitlins today. As much as I hated cleaning them as a kid, you CAN tell the difference between fresh and frozen. And nobody (not even Mom) came close to Aunt Oglean in cooking them.
Tip of the hat to you.
I was a carpenter's helper during one of my summer jobs, which wasn't that hard, even though it was in the South Louisiana heat... and one time (thank God it was only once!) we installed some fiberglass insulation. I remember thinking "What the Eff!?!" for a couple days, due those prickly bastards. I can't imagine doing that for days and days.
Good thing wealthy folks' feces smell like roses, or that'd of been a tougher job.
Mr Gattis gameroom....manager tried to have us "on call" at all times. I guess he was afraid of a surprise mass birthday party explosion.
He called one weekend when I was out of town...those were my last days
He called one weekend when I was out of town...those were my last days
Rabbits are disgusting. We had two for pets right after we were married. Thought they'd be cute and fun to have around. Wrong. WRONG. Crap everywhere, worst smelling piss of any animal I have ever been around, just disgusting creatures. Their cute to disgusting ratio has to be off the charts.
Sold cars for about a year and half. I actually kept a list of salesman that quit during my run and I was number 54. It was such ********. I have such a dislike towards finance managers at those places. They really are the worst in the dealership. To give you an idea on turnover we had about twelve-fifteen salesman on the floor.
The final straw for me was when UK played UL on Labor Day. We had been given these crazy goals and mine was 18.5 cars sold. If we reached the goal we would get a $500.00 bonus. Well, I reached my goal with the sole purpose of reaching it and then going to the UK game. Well, the day before the holiday weekend they decided to open on Sunday/Monday of LABOR DAY to try and help others reach their goals. However, they tried to force me to work too. So I told the assistant manager to go get pumped and went to Lexington.
If you can sell cars you can selI real estate.
The final straw for me was when UK played UL on Labor Day. We had been given these crazy goals and mine was 18.5 cars sold. If we reached the goal we would get a $500.00 bonus. Well, I reached my goal with the sole purpose of reaching it and then going to the UK game. Well, the day before the holiday weekend they decided to open on Sunday/Monday of LABOR DAY to try and help others reach their goals. However, they tried to force me to work too. So I told the assistant manager to go get pumped and went to Lexington.
If you can sell cars you can selI real estate.
I hated tobacco, but at least there are some benefits. At the end of every day we'd roll some up. Kinda like growing your own tomatoes and vegetables, there's something about enjoying the fruits of your labor.
That's the only way to get rid of the itching/sticking, hot showers only make it worse
Starting to think I'm pretty weird, because I always enjoyed working in tobacco and hauling hay.
Worst job for me was dishboy at Pizza Hut. Took off my grease stained, ratty-*** polo, threw it on the counter and bounced mid-shift about 2 weeks into that one. Already had a sweet gig lined up at Save-A-Lot and I was tired of their shat.
Worst job for me was dishboy at Pizza Hut. Took off my grease stained, ratty-*** polo, threw it on the counter and bounced mid-shift about 2 weeks into that one. Already had a sweet gig lined up at Save-A-Lot and I was tired of their shat.
The tobacco wasn't bad. The snakes, on the other hand, were. In the shade, you had to watch out for the rattlers. In the sun, if you were ANYWHERE near water, you had to watch out for the water mocs. At least the rattlers warned you. Water mocs... they strike first and ask questions later.
Dishwasher/busboy at Cracker Barrel one summer in college. Constantly covered in slop, water, grease, & sweat. In the dish-room, I usually had the job of emptying the bus tubs. No gloves back then. Pull out the dishes, silver wear, & glasses, then stack them in racks. The last part was to put a hand on one corner of the tub & turn it up to drain the slope out of it. So all the nasty bits of half-chewed food & cigarette butts would run thru my fingers. We did this to make sure no silver wear got dumped.
It was like drowning in a pool of mom jeans, flavored lube, Aqua Net, and Bartles & Jaymes.
First job was working an amphitheater where I sold concessions, picked up trash, and killed snakes six nights a week for minimum wage.
What I'm about to mention was by no means difficult but it makes me laugh so I'll tell you. I was like 20 years old and working at a pizza place on Sunset Blvd in Hollywood that was open til like 2 a.m. for the club crowds. This is where I served Paul Heyman's fat ***.
Anyways, on the nights they needed a delivery driver, I would do it and it sucked balls and you got less tips. They had this 30-40 minute policy for delivery and expected me to get some pizza in the Hollywood Hills on a Saturday night and this was before everyone had GPS.
So I try to find this freaking place and it's all one way streets and traffic is ****. I'm getting angry phone calls from my boss and then the customer is calling pissed wanting to know where I am and how I'm supposed to deliver a pizza and then come back and get him a hot pizza and return. So I said "Eff it" and took the guy's pizza (delivery bag and all) and just quit and drove home and ate that bastard's pizza.
What I'm about to mention was by no means difficult but it makes me laugh so I'll tell you. I was like 20 years old and working at a pizza place on Sunset Blvd in Hollywood that was open til like 2 a.m. for the club crowds. This is where I served Paul Heyman's fat ***.
Anyways, on the nights they needed a delivery driver, I would do it and it sucked balls and you got less tips. They had this 30-40 minute policy for delivery and expected me to get some pizza in the Hollywood Hills on a Saturday night and this was before everyone had GPS.
So I try to find this freaking place and it's all one way streets and traffic is ****. I'm getting angry phone calls from my boss and then the customer is calling pissed wanting to know where I am and how I'm supposed to deliver a pizza and then come back and get him a hot pizza and return. So I said "Eff it" and took the guy's pizza (delivery bag and all) and just quit and drove home and ate that bastard's pizza.
Kroger meat department in college. As the "night clerk" I was the guy responsible for grinding the day's trimmings, cleaning all the saws and the grinder with a hose and washing the cutting utensils by hand in a giant three-compartment sink.
The most terrible part was pulling the seafood from the display case each night after the department closed. The people I worked with were great, but going home every night with wet everything, cow blood on my shirt and reeking of past-its-prime salmon got old after a while.
And it paid a nickel more than minimum wage.
Others have had it much worse than me though.
The most terrible part was pulling the seafood from the display case each night after the department closed. The people I worked with were great, but going home every night with wet everything, cow blood on my shirt and reeking of past-its-prime salmon got old after a while.
And it paid a nickel more than minimum wage.
Others have had it much worse than me though.
The only job I truly hated was claims adjusting for Allstate. It was fine until I started handling Bodily Injury claims, then it was constantly a battle of not giving enough to people who were truly hurt and being taken advantage of by crooks gaming the system and hardly ever being able to tell the difference. Plus I realized at that job that no matter how fun I am to be around and how much I like hanging out given the right situation I am an introvert by nature and constantly being tied to a phone talking to whiny injured people was slowly driving me out of my mind.
Actually, have two to report. First was cutting/housing tobacco. Hot sun, sun up to sundown, back-breaking work for a very small amount of pay. Second was worked part time in a coal testing lab. Problem with the second job is that everything was timed, so you had to stare at the clock the ENTIRE time you worked, making each shift seem like it lasted years.
However, NOT as bad as the worst job I've ever seen.
However, NOT as bad as the worst job I've ever seen.