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Worst job - Friendly's Ice Cream/Restaurant - Southwyck Mall, Toledo, OH. First job and 16 yrs old.

1) Humiliating costume - had to wear their stupid white cotton canvas pants and cotton canvas short sleeve shirt, along with one of those soda jerk hats. The overall look - think 50's gas station attendant. If that wasn't bad enough I weighed about a buck ten and wore size 26 waist pants - their lowest pant waist size was 32. Shirt was equally as large on me. This was the mall, the place where you made/broke a reputation with the wimmens. I was new to the neighborhood and this did not bode well for me though the hair was still kickin.

2) Got Hosed on Breaks & Closing - Was always scheduled from 6pm to close - 4 hours (restaurant closed at 9pm) with an hour for close. IT NEVER ONLY TOOK 1 HOUR TO CLOSE. Paid breaks were mandatory after four hours work. I never got a break cause we were closing and the manager wanted to get out of there. We rarely got out of there before 11:30 since so much had to be done. So ended up working 5.5+ slammed hours and no break most nights.

3) Got Hosed on Work - They didn't have anyone doing dishes, busing or much clean-up all day until the 6 to close gimp showed up. The kitchen/grill is out out in front of the customers and all of the dirty dishes, glasses, utensils, cookware ...from the entire day were there just as the dinner crowd was heating up. No one would touch a dish. Manager, waitresses are on top of you immediately demanding they need more table settings. Then if more than a couple people lined up in front at the ice cream service counter then you had to go up and do that until there wasn't anyone there ...while the dishes piled up. In the meantime still having to bus tables, the waitresses would only clear tables if they had to and certainly wouldn't take the tubs back.

4) Got hosed on tips - Tips were to be shared with the kitchen. Don't ever remember getting more than a dollar or so in change, no folding money ...not once.

5) Manager was your typical mid-to-late 20s chubby loser guy who was a ####. I really hated that guy.

Largest point of satisfaction in my life to that time: Restaurant is getting slammed on an early Saturday night. Manager yelled at me in front of customers at the front counter about how I had inappropriately applied the chocolate "jimmies" to the butter pecan double dip cone. I slowly unpinned my name tag and handed it to him and said "I quit" and walked back to the kitchen to change out of my baggy ice cream guy outfit into my respectably awesome skin tight elephant bells and chess king rock shirt.
Wow, glad I never had to go through that when I was hauling 300 lbs of blow torches, hoses and pieces of steel, 75 feet down a shaky ladder into the bowels of a 75 year old leaking tanker, to stand in a foot of decades old sludge, in the dark with only a hint of oxygen. At least I didn't have to wear an embarrassing hat.

 
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Worst job - Friendly's Ice Cream/Restaurant - Southwyck Mall, Toledo, OH. First job and 16 yrs old.

1) Humiliating costume - had to wear their stupid white cotton canvas pants and cotton canvas short sleeve shirt, along with one of those soda jerk hats. The overall look - think 50's gas station attendant. If that wasn't bad enough I weighed about a buck ten and wore size 26 waist pants - their lowest pant waist size was 32. Shirt was equally as large on me. This was the mall, the place where you made/broke a reputation with the wimmens. I was new to the neighborhood and this did not bode well for me though the hair was still kickin.

2) Got Hosed on Breaks & Closing - Was always scheduled from 6pm to close - 4 hours (restaurant closed at 9pm) with an hour for close. IT NEVER ONLY TOOK 1 HOUR TO CLOSE. Paid breaks were mandatory after four hours work. I never got a break cause we were closing and the manager wanted to get out of there. We rarely got out of there before 11:30 since so much had to be done. So ended up working 5.5+ slammed hours and no break most nights.

3) Got Hosed on Work - They didn't have anyone doing dishes, busing or much clean-up all day until the 6 to close gimp showed up. The kitchen/grill is out out in front of the customers and all of the dirty dishes, glasses, utensils, cookware ...from the entire day were there just as the dinner crowd was heating up. No one would touch a dish. Manager, waitresses are on top of you immediately demanding they need more table settings. Then if more than a couple people lined up in front at the ice cream service counter then you had to go up and do that until there wasn't anyone there ...while the dishes piled up. In the meantime still having to bus tables, the waitresses would only clear tables if they had to and certainly wouldn't take the tubs back.

4) Got hosed on tips - Tips were to be shared with the kitchen. Don't ever remember getting more than a dollar or so in change, no folding money ...not once.

5) Manager was your typical mid-to-late 20s chubby loser guy who was a ####. I really hated that guy.

Largest point of satisfaction in my life to that time: Restaurant is getting slammed on an early Saturday night. Manager yelled at me in front of customers at the front counter about how I had inappropriately applied the chocolate "jimmies" to the butter pecan double dip cone. I slowly unpinned my name tag and handed it to him and said "I quit" and walked back to the kitchen to change out of my baggy ice cream guy outfit into my respectably awesome skin tight elephant bells and chess king rock shirt.
Wow, glad I never had to go through that when I was hauling 300 lbs of blow torches, hoses and pieces of steel, 75 feet down a shaky ladder into the bowels of a 75 year old leaking tanker, to stand in a foot of decades old sludge, in the dark with only a hint of oxygen. At least I didn't have to wear an embarrassing hat.
Ya got me. :D

 
Worst job - Friendly's Ice Cream/Restaurant - Southwyck Mall, Toledo, OH. First job and 16 yrs old.

1) Humiliating costume - had to wear their stupid white cotton canvas pants and cotton canvas short sleeve shirt, along with one of those soda jerk hats. The overall look - think 50's gas station attendant. If that wasn't bad enough I weighed about a buck ten and wore size 26 waist pants - their lowest pant waist size was 32. Shirt was equally as large on me. This was the mall, the place where you made/broke a reputation with the wimmens. I was new to the neighborhood and this did not bode well for me though the hair was still kickin.

2) Got Hosed on Breaks & Closing - Was always scheduled from 6pm to close - 4 hours (restaurant closed at 9pm) with an hour for close. IT NEVER ONLY TOOK 1 HOUR TO CLOSE. Paid breaks were mandatory after four hours work. I never got a break cause we were closing and the manager wanted to get out of there. We rarely got out of there before 11:30 since so much had to be done. So ended up working 5.5+ slammed hours and no break most nights.

3) Got Hosed on Work - They didn't have anyone doing dishes, busing or much clean-up all day until the 6 to close gimp showed up. The kitchen/grill is out out in front of the customers and all of the dirty dishes, glasses, utensils, cookware ...from the entire day were there just as the dinner crowd was heating up. No one would touch a dish. Manager, waitresses are on top of you immediately demanding they need more table settings. Then if more than a couple people lined up in front at the ice cream service counter then you had to go up and do that until there wasn't anyone there ...while the dishes piled up. In the meantime still having to bus tables, the waitresses would only clear tables if they had to and certainly wouldn't take the tubs back.

4) Got hosed on tips - Tips were to be shared with the kitchen. Don't ever remember getting more than a dollar or so in change, no folding money ...not once.

5) Manager was your typical mid-to-late 20s chubby loser guy who was a ####. I really hated that guy.

Largest point of satisfaction in my life to that time: Restaurant is getting slammed on an early Saturday night. Manager yelled at me in front of customers at the front counter about how I had inappropriately applied the chocolate "jimmies" to the butter pecan double dip cone. I slowly unpinned my name tag and handed it to him and said "I quit" and walked back to the kitchen to change out of my baggy ice cream guy outfit into my respectably awesome skin tight elephant bells and chess king rock shirt.
Wow, glad I never had to go through that when I was hauling 300 lbs of blow torches, hoses and pieces of steel, 75 feet down a shaky ladder into the bowels of a 75 year old leaking tanker, to stand in a foot of decades old sludge, in the dark with only a hint of oxygen. At least I didn't have to wear an embarrassing hat.
Well wasn't everyone in the Greatest Generation expected to kick in and help beat those damn Japs?

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Your what?
My brother is 9 years older than I am. His daughter was born when I was 15. She has a kid. That makes him my great-nephew, you dip ####.
You are so old.

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Your what?
My brother is 9 years older than I am. His daughter was born when I was 15. She has a kid. That makes him my great-nephew, you dip ####.
You are so old.
Like a fox.

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Fisher Price Bakersfield International Airport Playset
Lol at "international"The airport's motto should be "BFL....Gateway to PHX"
:lmao: I thought you'd like that. I have been to the Kern County courthouse a couple of times but couldn't find the airport with an AWACS. No guess where it is.

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Fisher Price Bakersfield International Airport Playset
Lol at "international"The airport's motto should be "BFL....Gateway to PHX"
:lmao: I thought you'd like that. I have been to the Kern County courthouse a couple of times but couldn't find the airport with an AWACS. No guess where it is.
Oildale, baby. It's on Merle Haggard blvd. not kidding

 
I don't know who bumped the Russian Bride Draft, but it cost me about four unscheduled hours. Man, Bentley was really a dicxk back then.

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Fisher Price was pretty ####### awesome back in the day. Loved the barn that moo'd when you opened the door
You win the cushiest job as a juvenile award
Thanks?

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Fisher Price was pretty ####### awesome back in the day. Loved the barn that moo'd when you opened the door
You win the cushiest job as a juvenile award
Thanks?
moooo

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Fisher Price was pretty ####### awesome back in the day. Loved the barn that moo'd when you opened the door
When I was around 9 I became the crown prince of humor to my 3 yr old sister with the Fisher Price See-N-Say Farmer Says Wheel. Just give the pull string a little tug mid-way through the recording and it changes to a different animal.

"And the pig says ...(tug cord) ...meee-oowwww!!" This can go on until you cannot take it anymore. Never gets old for the kid.

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Fisher Price Bakersfield International Airport Playset
Lol at "international"The airport's motto should be "BFL....Gateway to PHX"
:lmao: I thought you'd like that. I have been to the Kern County courthouse a couple of times but couldn't find the airport with an AWACS. No guess where it is.
Oildale, baby. It's on Merle Haggard blvd. not kidding
No, you're not, says Google Maps! It's actually not that far from downtown and I probably should have realized where it is

Should have been on Buck Owens Boulevard. :angry: I guess Merle is okay despite his phony Okie act. And what is a 7th Standard Road, now?

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Fisher Price Bakersfield International Airport Playset
Lol at "international"The airport's motto should be "BFL....Gateway to PHX"
:lmao: I thought you'd like that. I have been to the Kern County courthouse a couple of times but couldn't find the airport with an AWACS. No guess where it is.
Oildale, baby. It's on Merle Haggard blvd. not kidding
No, you're not, says Google Maps! It's actually not that far from downtown and I probably should have realized where it is

Should have been on Buck Owens Boulevard. :angry: I guess Merle is okay despite his phony Okie act. And what is a 7th Standard Road, now?
"Seventh Standard Road lies on the Seventh Standard Parallel. Standard Parallels are the method used in surveying to compensate for the curvature of the Earth's surface and the convergence of the lines of longitude. These Standard Parallels are generally 24 miles apart."

It's about as creative as 8 Mile Road or County Line Road.

 
Just finished watching part 3 of 3 of the Frontline on the Pan Am 103 Lockerbie bombing. All I can say it is a pristine piece of journalism so if that bombing interests you, it's worth the time invested. Link

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Fisher Price was pretty ####### awesome back in the day. Loved the barn that moo'd when you opened the door
omg
If one was in front of me right now, I'd play with it for hours.

 
Worst job for me was working in a wire factory one summer during college. It was very hot, dirty, breathed in ozone fumes while spot welding, cut my hands to ribbons on the sharp wire and the work was really repetitive and boring.

I should have known exactly how bad it was going to be when I saw the lack of teeth and the missing fingers of all the employees.

 
DA RAIDERS said:
Abraham said:
$2k more in earnest money buys me another 30 days to get the house closed.
refundable? your escrow officer and loan officer seem ######ed. had you locked in your previous rate? and if you're borderline a/b paper you may just encounter this again. it sounds like your LO tried to sell you/push through a loan that you didn't quite qualify for and it got rejected. that blows and is ####ty of them
Don't care. Not that I'm Rich, but $2k to buy thirty days isn't that big of a deal. It's in escrow. The loan passed all the metrics and was approved. Then we repulled my Credit and something went wrong. It will be fine. Or it won't. Kind of too tired to care at this point.
do what you will, but you might want to do a bit more due diligence. "Passed the metrics" isn't exactly encouraging if a 15-25 point ding to your credit score, due the credit check sunk the whole thing. I wish you luck.
 
I don't think I ever had a job I hated. I grew up on a farm, so most real jobs seemed like gravy to me even given stupid office politics.

One job I did for several summers when I was a kid, though, is one I'd never want to do again - cutting tobacco. That is the most labor-intensive, nasty, common work ever invented by man or deity. It's done in August/early September, so hotter than hell. Tobacco gum is Nature's super glue and is impossible to get off of your hands (gasoline worked best, though that probably wasn't good considering all the cuts in your hands). I put spears through my palms more times than I can count. Hanging that weed in the top of a barn with a tin roof when it's 95 degrees outside ain't no fun, either.

Money was good, though, for a teenager in the 70s - $4-6/hour and 60-70 hours a week. Tax free straight cash homie when gas was $.40 a gallon and cigs were about the same per pack.

 
Anyone ever put down luxury vinyl plank flooring? I was going to out down tile in my daughter's bathroom but after looking into this stuff I'm thinking of going with the vinyl plank. It seems like it would be much warmer in a bathroom and not as slick as most tiles are when they get wet. Also sounds much easier to install.

 
DA RAIDERS said:
Abraham said:
$2k more in earnest money buys me another 30 days to get the house closed.
refundable? your escrow officer and loan officer seem ######ed. had you locked in your previous rate? and if you're borderline a/b paper you may just encounter this again. it sounds like your LO tried to sell you/push through a loan that you didn't quite qualify for and it got rejected. that blows and is ####ty of them
Don't care. Not that I'm Rich, but $2k to buy thirty days isn't that big of a deal. It's in escrow. The loan passed all the metrics and was approved. Then we repulled my Credit and something went wrong. It will be fine. Or it won't. Kind of too tired to care at this point.
do what you will, but you might want to do a bit more due diligence. "Passed the metrics" isn't exactly encouraging if a 15-25 point ding to your credit score, due the credit check sunk the whole thing. I wish you luck.
We have the Fha approval locked and loaded, the conventional is what fell apart Thirsday late and there wasn't enough time to get the paperwork for the FHA in order by the next morning.

 
Worst job was a six month stint doing air-quality testing at power plants. It was a real treat to somehow be hot and cold at the same time up in a smokestack along the Ohio a River in West Virginia in December for 30 hours at a stretch, filling your lungs up with crap the would take a couple days to clear before you left town again for the next plant. The best part was when we finished a job only to find the stack elevator was broken and had to climb down a couple hundred feet of filthy ladders.

The silver lining was that I found a perverse joy in "accidentally" knocking the grounding clamp off the safety rails if the "probe monkey" was moving too slow, thus delivering an awesome static shock to the poor guy whose only job was to hold the steel pitot probe steady at various points along the perimeter of the stack.

 
Dayum, you guys have worked some dirty (yet still interesting and sort of cool to hear about now) jobs. I will now refrain from complaining about Partner W who was probably banging Associate X, Partner In Name Only Y who couldn't figure out how to use Lexis and always demanded assistance with the same, CEO Z the Morning Clockwatcher, etc. Moar stories that sound like they came from Grapes of Wrath or an Upton Sinclair oeuvre, please!

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Fisher Price Bakersfield International Airport Playset
Lol at "international"The airport's motto should be "BFL....Gateway to PHX"
:lmao: I thought you'd like that. I have been to the Kern County courthouse a couple of times but couldn't find the airport with an AWACS. No guess where it is.
Oildale, baby. It's on Merle Haggard blvd. not kidding
No, you're not, says Google Maps! It's actually not that far from downtown and I probably should have realized where it is

Should have been on Buck Owens Boulevard. :angry: I guess Merle is okay despite his phony Okie act. And what is a 7th Standard Road, now?
"Seventh Standard Road lies on the Seventh Standard Parallel. Standard Parallels are the method used in surveying to compensate for the curvature of the Earth's surface and the convergence of the lines of longitude. These Standard Parallels are generally 24 miles apart."

It's about as creative as 8 Mile Road or County Line Road.
Ahhh. Nah, more creative because I learned something. I first saw that and figured it was the name of some country/folk ballad Merle used to play. "This here's a little one we call 7th Standard." Thanks, teach. :grad:

 
Worst job? All of them? Working pretty much blows.

Probably loading dock. It was like the mail(it never stopped coming), but way, way heavier. Idiotic supervisors(one wanted everyone trained to do his job so he could, you know, not work the other was just incompetent), dirty, etc, etc.

 
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Anyone ever put down luxury vinyl plank flooring? I was going to out down tile in my daughter's bathroom but after looking into this stuff I'm thinking of going with the vinyl plank. It seems like it would be much warmer in a bathroom and not as slick as most tiles are when they get wet. Also sounds much easier to install.
Never heard of this stuff before but seems good, especially the Anderson Alterna. Now I'm starting to wonder if I appraised homes as having stone tile but it was actually LVT.

 
Worst job? All of them? Working pretty much blows.

Probably loading dock. It was like the mail(it never stopped coming), but way, way heavier. Idiotic supervisors(one wanted everyone trained to do his job so he could, you know, not work the other was just incompetent), dirty, etc, etc.
Now imagine there's a forklift.....

 
Is McDonalds the worst job you've ever had? Mine was The Gap, chasing after a girl I liked. I lasted about a month and was horrible at it. Hated it. Took a smoke break and never went back.
I had a lot of crappy summer and part time jobs as a teen and through college, but laying cable was the worst. And no, that isn't a euphemism. In this case, it meant digging ditches, putting in PVC piping and pulling cable through the pipe. It was the worst job ever. Shocking, I know.
I had that job a few months one summer. Really sucked. Not as bad as shipfitter's helper, but close
At least I did it in the Pacific Northwest. I can't even imagine working that job in Texas, or the South, or most of the rest of the country.

I was living with my parents that summer and my mom made me undress in the car port, which was totally understandable, as I typically looked like one of the Snoats brothers after they tunneled out of the prison in Raising Arizona.

I also had some pretty epic mud boogers.

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Fisher Price Bakersfield International Airport Playset
Lol at "international"The airport's motto should be "BFL....Gateway to PHX"
:lmao: I thought you'd like that. I have been to the Kern County courthouse a couple of times but couldn't find the airport with an AWACS. No guess where it is.
Oildale, baby. It's on Merle Haggard blvd. not kidding
Yeah you are.

It's Merle Haggard Drive.

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Fisher Price Bakersfield International Airport Playset
Lol at "international"The airport's motto should be "BFL....Gateway to PHX"
:lmao: I thought you'd like that. I have been to the Kern County courthouse a couple of times but couldn't find the airport with an AWACS. No guess where it is.
Oildale, baby. It's on Merle Haggard blvd. not kidding
Yeah you are.

It's Merle Haggard Drive.
important safety tip

 
I had that airport set as a kid. It might still be in my parents attic
I had it too...and the garage and the house. My mom still has them. My great nephew played with them just a few years ago.
Fisher Price Bakersfield International Airport Playset
Lol at "international"The airport's motto should be "BFL....Gateway to PHX"
:lmao: I thought you'd like that. I have been to the Kern County courthouse a couple of times but couldn't find the airport with an AWACS. No guess where it is.
Oildale, baby. It's on Merle Haggard blvd. not kidding
Yeah you are.

It's Merle Haggard Drive.
True. Got it confused with Buck Owens Blvd

 
I gave ***la the keys to my account for a couple days a few years ago so he could delete some things that he really regretted. Tried to give it to him permanently but he said he was happily retired from FBG.

 
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I've had a lifelong battle with batteries. I always have a million of them in a drawer, but am constantly one short no matter what size I need. I did a ####-load of consolidating the last couple of weeks. Just had a hands-free soap dispenser arrive that takes 4 AAA batteries. Guess how many I have? Anyone have a contraption that needs C or 9V batteries? I have more of those than Costco.

Finally met with a surgeon yesterday to cut the rotten gall bladder out of me. He was hilarious. "Now listen, when the girl signs you up tell her that you want to be at earliest the 3rd of the day; it takes me a couple to warm up." Anyway, 10-27 is the date.
Good luck GB.

Be thinking about you

 
I've had a lifelong battle with batteries. I always have a million of them in a drawer, but am constantly one short no matter what size I need. I did a ####-load of consolidating the last couple of weeks. Just had a hands-free soap dispenser arrive that takes 4 AAA batteries. Guess how many I have? Anyone have a contraption that needs C or 9V batteries? I have more of those than Costco.

Finally met with a surgeon yesterday to cut the rotten gall bladder out of me. He was hilarious. "Now listen, when the girl signs you up tell her that you want to be at earliest the 3rd of the day; it takes me a couple to warm up." Anyway, 10-27 is the date.
Good luck GB.

Be thinking about you
Good luck with the surgery too.

 

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