While we're on the topic of jobs...
My father-in-law is addicted to that show -- "Worst Jobs Ever," or something like that. (I'm trying to find the actual name and am not having much luck -- anyone know what I'm talking about?) There are days when I may be frustrated in my job, but I do have to admit that it is not the Worst Job Ever. In fact, I actually like it most days. And on the days that I don't, well... at least I'm not cleaning Port-O-Potties for a living.
I know some of you have had some rather, well, interesting jobs. Take a break from your [hopefully not horrible] day and tell us about your Worst Job Ever. Or, if you don't really have a horror story, tell us about some of the weirdest things you've ever done to make a buck and put beer food on the table.
Friday, March 14, 2008
What a way to make a living.
Posted by Tara at 3:39 PM
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Okay, that's odd. For some reason, this post showed up in February. Hm.
Well, anyway, I'm posting Andrew's original comment, since I had to delete the old entry and create a new one.
From Andrew:
The show is "Dirty Jobs", I think. I've never watched it, but I hear him talking about it a lot.
My worst job ever was probably working as a veterinarian's assistant in high school. I really wanted to be a vet until I worked that job. I could handle checking the stool samples for signs of intestinal worms since I focused on the science behind it (I can still recognize the difference between roundworm and hookworm eggs under a microscope!). But, watching the spayings and neuterings always made me uncomfortable, and cleaning ear mites out of ears disgusted me.
What really got me turned off from the job, though, was the number of people who came in with pets they clearly didn't take care of. The pets just smelled terrible and I had to wrap my body around them as they got vaccinated. Ugh! I can still smell them in the back of my mind...
Ugh - Andrew, I cringed as I read that.
My worst job ever...man, there have been a lot of them.
McDonald's - my boss asked me if I would "erin-go-bragh-less" one Saint Patrick's day and I walked out on the spot.
Headhunting - my boss threw a chair through a plate glass window because one of our jobs didn't go through and I walked out on the spot.
Current - my boss is just a plain idiot, but I have yet to walk out. Not long now.
The worst however was the two wonderful 90 degree plus weeks I spent working in a non-air conditioned metal shop bending rebars. Rebars are those metal rods they use to anchor concrete on the highway (usually they are green because they are painted with apoxy). I was the only female there and because I was the only one small enough to fit, they made me clean all of the machines (and these were huge machines) with diesel fuel and a toothbrush. I couldn't get the smell off for weeks.
The worst thing was that my now ex-husband worked their too and while I was cleaning these huge machines, all the "guys" were in the office reading up on the latest economic policy (i.e. girly mags).
UGH! No bad boss needed, I had enough and quit.
Cleaning the floor grout in the meat/seafood department on my hands and knees at a "Superstore".
And I quote, "Well, I guess there is nothing else to do. You might as well make yourself useful."
(I think I saw some of those hookworm and roundworm eggs, too, Andrew.)
I served coffee and put cookies on a plate at a funeral home!!
Not really a "horrible job" story, just more of a funny on-the-job story.
When I was a student aide in college, I worked for the math/cs department. I was basically copy and phone girl. I'd have big documents to copy and I had no idea that you could throw the whole darn thing in the feeder and the copy machine would automatically collate it for you. Why would I? I'd never touched a copy machine before. So, I copied each page, laid the stacks around the office and manually collated them. I mean, we're talking 50-100 copies of 25-50 page documents.
And no one told me.
To this day, every time I make a mass copy like that, I think of how funny I looked, walking from stack to stack in a circle around the work room, collating my documents.
Did they think I was just bored and needed a way to kill the time??
OMG, lboz, I always forget about that!
ROTFL!!!
Ahh, McDonald's. So many unpleasant stories...I have seen food dropped on the floor and then served; drinks spit in and then served; hair put on sandwiches and then served. People, be very nice to the drive thru staff! They are serving you food they can do anything to before they give it to you!!!
I saw some people do some amazing things...but the worst was the day that someone came back through the drive through because her drink was wrong. She asked to see our manager and said she wanted her .98 back because her drink was not what she ordered. The manager gave her the change back, which the lady proceeded to THROW back at her and yell "That's what bi***es get!" as she drove away.
Seriously? I just couldn't believe how upset people get about things that aren't that big of a deal. It's not like we killed anyone or tried set her house on fire. People are amazing.
My top three worst jobs (or parts of jobs):
1. Digging a hole in the sand to take a crap in the 125 degree heat of an Afghanistan summer, then crapping in it wearing 50 pounds worth of gear, then burning that crap (worst smell ever) before you cover it back up, and then getting mortared.
2. Working at the Johnson and Johnson Maxi Pad factory in the Quality Control Department. Yes, the summer after my freshman year in college I spent testing maxi pads to see how much red dye they could hold.
3. My current job. My boss recently told me and my co-workers that he was going to "strangle you people." He's a little light in the loafers so I was in no way intimidated, but talk about a hostile work environment!
i actually didn't mind my summer jobs too much in high school. i worked at a gift shop in the water park "splashin' safari" which is attached to "holiday world." anyway, the job was fun. my friends worked there too and we had a good time. the worst part about that job though was having fat, nasty, hairy men walk through the gift shop in a speedo. seriously, men, speedos are never good swim wear. never. and your hairy torso and bulging 'package' will never convince me that it is.
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