What is the worst job you have ever had?

It's pretty well documented. Don't care to go into it, but I did get a call from the Boston Globe about around Thanksgiving. Didn't want to talk but an attorney from there did call right after that so you might hear more about.

Thanks for asking.

Please don't leave us hanging.

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The place I worked at would dip the waste grease out of the grease trap and mix it with prepacked spices, etc. and it would 'become' gravy.

Keep in mind that the grease pit was on the floor and was syphoned out weekly by some guy sticking a dirty plastic hose into the pit and hooking th eother end up to a vacuum device.

I know good gravy is made out of grease droppings, but not from a grease trap at floor level.

My worst jobs (chronological order):

1) During high school I worked at a summer day camp. Just prior to summer, before the kids arrived, I would get assigned all the crappy jobs. One year, I had to sand the scuff marks off our white bottomed pool that a bunch of skaters had messed up. I was burnt to a crisp crouching in the pool for hours on end.

2) Just after college before I started teaching in the fall, I took a job at a fabric treatment (Scotch-guard and flame retardant) plant. My job was to climb up in the sprayers and clean the heads. Then I was to roll the fabric that was coming out of the sprayers onto rolls and load them into the delivery van. I would spend the rest of my day sitting in traffic throughout Southern California waiting to deliver fabric to garment, furniture, and interior design businesses.

3) This summer, I worked at the county fairgrounds in the maintenance department. I did a little of everything: unplugging toilets, hauling trash to the dumpster, cleaning out the drain traps from food row after the county fair, shoveling horse/cow/pig manure out of clogged drains, and assisting carnies with landscaping as they set up camp. I also got to do some cool stuff like drive a tractor, a 4x4, a forklift, and a water truck.

$7.25 per hour.

I'm not donating to Africa anymore. I think North America has more poverty stricken people. Pathetic.

I worked at a choke and puke diner in Alamosa for two weeks. The first weekend, I got there at 10 pm and waited on one customer the first 4 hours. At 2:30 am, I was waiting on all 11 tables in the place and the cook was not very fast. I got about 6 bucks worth of tips. A couple days later I ate some of the chile and got food poisoning. After two days in bed, I called in and quit.

That winter after xc, I needed a job so I applied as a substitute cook at another diner down the road. After no work for a couple weeks, the owner calls and tells me he wants me there at 5 am the next morning. It was f***ing 30 below zero and nobody was there to unlock the door. I had to go to previous choke and puke diner to stay warm until someone else came to open the door. I ended up being the dishwasher making a dollar less an hour than I was supposed to. I worked that day and quit. Finally got a part time job at the Pizza Hut waiting tables.

Worked in a "managment training" program at a trucking company. It was hell. Nothing but dudes and it seemed to be a contest on who could be the biggest A-hole. Worked 12 hour shifts some starting at 11 pm. The computer system had not be updated since the late 80's and if there was a lag in the time the manager would have you take out the employee hand book and start reading it.

I heard the place went belly up a couple of years ago and I laughed my @ss off- unemployment couldn't have happend to a more deserving group of people.

HS substitute teacher by the day.

Lasted only a week. It is a job that should not exist.

Worst was a summer as a waiter in a restaurant working for a guy who had built himself into a VERY successful owner/operator from HS dropout, but was in the midst of losing it all to gambling, doing the waitresses, and cocaine. By the time it ended I had to take orders 3-4 times because we could only make 30% of the items on the menu as our suppliers wouldn't deliver without pay. The owner would show up mid-day 3 times a week and clean out the register to go to the casino or his dealer. Customers took it out on me and it was hard to blame them.

I did a lot of harder jobs (farming, roofing, etc etc) but I didn't mind those. The dishonesty and sheer stupidity of that restaurant owner took the cake.

Bigfoot wrote:

The place I worked at would dip the waste grease out of the grease trap and mix it with prepacked spices, etc. and it would 'become' gravy.

Keep in mind that the grease pit was on the floor and was syphoned out weekly by some guy sticking a dirty plastic hose into the pit and hooking th eother end up to a vacuum device.

I know good gravy is made out of grease droppings, but not from a grease trap at floor level.

You have got to be kidding me. Ugggh