Worse job?
 

I was so impressed with the stories of the jobs that people were most proud of, it made me start thinking about the worse jobs we have had.

Mine is an easy choice. In grad school I had to remove brains from rats skulls, cut microthin slices and then prepare slides. ICK! The scientist in me was OK with it, but the woman was a definite ICK. They wanted me to kill and decapitate the rats too, but I drew the line at that. No way. So I would walk into the lab every evening to a row of heads in jars. Now top that for a lousy job!! Well, it did pay for that semester's fees...

I had a job briefly during the dot com era trying to sell business to consumer ordering websites.

It was a horrible job with unrealistic expectations. I hated going to work and the people I was involved with had nor morals or ethics.


I actually thanked them when I was asked to leave.

One summer while I was in college I worked on a road crew patching potholes with hot pack asphalt. The hot pack was loaded into a truck bed and we had to shovel it out and into the potholes. Try handling steaming asphalt on a Missouri summer afternonn with 100 degree temps and 90 percent humidity. Not fun, but it made me determined to get my degree.

When I was in my early teens I worked on a tobacco farm. it was an awful job making a pittance for pay. The day i quit we were sitting in mud in the rows of tobacco suckering the plants in a steady rain. I don't recall ever being so miserable!

I was wrong; some of you had it much worse!

Do jobs in the military count?

Thinning peaches.

Actually it was the people at some of the jobs that were the issue not the jobs themselves. I figure people are the same where ever you go, it's just the faces that change!

I was 15 and it was my very first summer job, working for the Electric company. I had to call people and inform them if they did not pay their bill, their power was going to be cut....boy, did I learn lots of new words from that experience!!!!
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I worked after school for a collection agency.

Learned a lot from that. Learned every excuse in the book.

Remember my grandmother saying..." If you CAN'T pay for it, then DON'T buy it!!

Middle school -- picking strawberries. Hot, backbreaking, smelly work. They used kids (12-15) and migrant workers. You filled crates, took them to the loader. Loader would claim at least half the strawberries you picked were rotten, not ripe enough or bruised. Amazingly, these bad berries were still loaded onto the truck. At the end of the day, if a kid earned $5.00, it was a small miracle. The migrant workers usually managed to earn between $10 and $15 per day. It took me five years before I could even tolerate the smell of a strawberry. It also was the beginning of my liberal leanings.

I too as a young teen worked picking cotton - for 2 cents a pound. We crawled down the rows with a long burlap bag dragged behind - where we put the cotton we picked. We tried to pick as early as they would let you, as the dew was still on the cotton and weight more, when the sun was high we quite and weight out - the scale was a 2X4 like a see-saw If you made tobacco you got $5 a day and if you drove the mule you got $7 a day. I never worked tobacco.
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I worked a second job calling people on the phone at night trying to sell them cemetary plots. The location was in the funeral home at the cemetary. The owner would lock us in at 5:30 and then open the doors at 9:00pm. Horrible job, but really horrible when we heard someone in the embalming room at 9pm. My friend and I got my .357 and went to investigate. Nearly shot the balls off the owner who thought he was being funny to scare us. We quit that second. Next worse job was working for The Villages at the Villages Golf Cart store. A woman spit in my face because the cart she rented had mildew on the back of the seat. When the mgr. told me to suck it up, I left there too.

WOW....I am feeling really fortunate that though I have had jobs I haven't liked all that much I've never had ones like those listed here.....The worse I had was working retail and having to deal with some really really rude nasty and demanding customers. I loved those jobs though and all the other customers.
Suzanne

Lucky me, I guess - I never had a job that really sucked. Sure, there were aspects of all the various jobs I've done over time that weren't pleasant - EVERYONE can relate! But I'd have to say that in the mix of things, I enjoyed each and every job I've ever had.

Bill :)

I thought I was the only one suffering through that misery. I’ll bet it was Enfield Connecticut or thereabouts. It was first pickings and you had to drag your but on the ground and pile the leaves in your lap. It was hot and muggy and by the time I got home I was caked in mud and who knows what else from head to toe. I only lasted about a week.

Boy did I hit the books after that experience!

As a kid, earned money topping corn. Three cow rows, one bull row. If you have never walked in a corn field you don't realize how sharp the corn leaves are. Hot summer, wearing long shelves so that your arms don't get all cut up. Made $.25 a row.

Spitting at someone is assault, I think. Did you talk to a lawyer?

Actually locked you in? Now that has to be illegal. Was there a way to get out if there was a fire?

That my friend is assualt. But if that would have been me, that woman would have taken several months before her lips healed as I don't think I would not have been able to control my first reaction and that would have been to fatten her lips for her, then I would have called the police and made an assualt complaint as you were only protecting yourself from further assualt. As for the manager, he would right now have been looking for another job, most likely in another state sucking it up.

I believe in advoidance, if at all possible and this person put you into a position where you could not avoid being assualted.

Compared to others, I guess my first summer job during college was not as bad. I worked at Chicago's Pick Congress Hotel front and back reception from 4 p.m. to 11 p.m. I enjoyed the front as many of the airlines used the hotel for pilots and stewardesses. In the 50s, many of the stewardesses were beautiful like movie stars. They came in late in the evening and loved giving them their keys. I didn't like the back where I had to type the names and room number of customers on to addresograph where carbons will smear my fingers. Added to that I as a telephone operator had to deal with irate callers or customers. But now all those events are pleasurable memories.

With all due respect to the jobs where someone has to endanger their lives. policeman, firemen, military personnel, etc.

IMHO - The worst jobs in the world are the ones where employers don't readily allow you to take care of bodily functions. It's very tough to concentrate on work until someone can relieve you of your duties.

One feels like a little kid in having to raise their hand to tell everyone that you need to use the restroom. Very embarassing to have people constantly know of ones needs. :(

Just sayin........but TMI

The mgr at the Golf Cart Store has now been promoted. I was told that in TV the customer can do what they want. As for the cemetary job, yes they locked us in and this was in 1979 and I was too young and stupid to know it was illegal. I was working an extra job to pay off a credit card because my fiance wouldn't marry me with debt. We've been married 31 years now so I guess it worked out - and we have no debt.

Glad to know your okay and things worked out for you. :)

Both of those situations, the boss acted totally inappropriate to what transpired.

working on a sewer pipe job in a residential area. We would be making the house connections from the street and I would be holding the pipe for the pipe fitter and the residents of the home would be flushing their toilets. :cus:

Actually, Mondays were the worst for the job as that is wash day and the bleach smells that would come through the pipes were overwhelming.

I did this on summers while in college.

Forgive me if this is crude, but I saw it on TV on a show about bad jobs. This guy was working at a chimpanzee research place. One of the things they did was inseminate chimps. This guys job was to get the bodily fluid needed to do this. All I can say was the chimp was drinking a bottle of soda while the guy was......ummmm...well, you can guess. All of this was televised. The only thing I could think of was the workers family, happily sitting around the TV waiting to see Daddy at work.:shocked:

Did the chimp smoke a cigarette after?

No, but the guy did...that was the weird part!!!:1rotfl:

I think the worst job I ever saw was captured in a picture in Life Magazine many years ago. There were about 20 guys lined up with their shirts off and their right arms raised above their heads. A woman in a white coat was the "deodorant tester" and she went from armpit to armpit sniffing to see how effective each deodorant was. I guess that job really was the pits.

You're close- it was Granby, Ct! As I recall I think I lasted about two weeks. It really made me appreciate the summer vacations as a kid with no responsibility except having fun! (is that what retirement is like?)

I actually shoveled elephant poop for a small family circus that stopped in my hometown when I was 14. There were other odd jobs as well but I worked for the circus for one week and made $5.00...the most money I'd every earned up to that point.

Q: "Do you smoke after having sex?"

A: "I don't know - I've never looked........." :shocked:

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Bill :)

worst job
 

picked up golf balls at a driving range with a long handle with a small basket one at a time putting them into a bushel wire mesh basket. After loading 4-5 on a golf cart did it all over again. The next year we got a tractor and the auto ball retriever but the range was so wet I still had to pick them up by hand. Dodged the balls with no protection. This was a summer job during high school and college and I had the pleasure of working 7 days for 8 hours per day and the pay was 85.00 per week. Fun!

One of my brothers had a job as a teen working at a chicken farm. His job was to cut off the chicken's beek before it was shipped to the processing plant.

Maybe my worst job was trying to sell Kirby Vacuum Cleaners door to door.

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My son "worked tobacco" when we lived in Granby in the seventies. After a couple of weeks of that he quit and worked at Guay and Kellog market (does that ring any bells ducat?). He liked that job.