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Worst Job You've Ever Had? (1 Viewer)

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Trying to kill some time on Friday, fat or rich is a fail, but this should be a more entertaining topic.

Mine was at Bubba Gump Shrimp in Times Square, I was around 21 and this was in the early 2000's when it opened. ####ty seafood, cheap tourists, Times Square... It was ####### terrible!! The general manager thought he was the man, I'd like to go find the guy and laugh at him now.

Fat hillbillies complaining about the troughs of food not being up to their standards at a ####ty chain restaurant in Times Square is unpleasant. I had a women complain that the shrimp she ordered was no good, there were 6 in the dish, there was one left, she asked for a new main course - I asked her why she ate the entire thing before complaining, she proceeded to called me an #######. I was nearing my end at this place.

I did nail two coworkers in the 3 months I worked there, so I had that going for me, but man, what a ####ty job.

 
Dishwasher at Sbarro's. At the end of the day, the giant pan full of sauce would have burnt, caked on sauce at the bottom. And the manager would sit on his ### watching me clean up while telling me to hurry up.

 
Waiter at Shoney's (think terrible what trash type of food). You would be lucky to make 20-25 per night. The smoking section, yes smoking section, was bigger than the non-smoking. Terrible food, terrible people I only lasted three weeks.

 
Tree-shaper at a Christmas tree farm. Walk around in the summer with a 25 inch blade swinging it at the top of the trees to shape them into pointy tops (like a typical christmas tree). Was hot, monotonous, and i cut myself a few times

 
I worked at the end of an assembly line in a factory that made bedframes. The end of the assembly line was responsible for sealing the box and stacking it on a pallet.

The long rectangular box would come down the line to where I was standing with a hot glue gun. I would squirt the glue onto the folds of the box and press it shut, then pull the box containing a metal bedframe off of the line, twist at the waist, and put it on a pallet that was on the floor. By the time you straightened back up and turned back around, the next box was waiting for you.

Eight constant hours of that, leaving you with hot glue blisters on your hands and a back so sore that you could barely walk out. And the place paid on performance. Everyone on your line got paid by how many bedframes you packed that day. So if you stopped to take a breath or stretch your back you had half a dozen people yelling at you.

I also spent a few months as an Internet connection support person at a Comcast call center. You know when your modem doesn't work and you call Comcast? That was me on the other line. Every day was just a constantly barrage of phone calls and people screaming at you, calling you names and sometimes genuinely trying to personally hurt your feelings. And when it came time for the review with your supervisor, they never gave a damn how many issues you resolved. You know how you call those places and at the end of the call the person says, "and while I have you, I noticed that you don't have HBO...". That's all the supervisors cared about. I was in a technical support position and all they cared about were my sales.

 
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Yeah my one and only restaurant job was the worst. I was used to retail where you got long breaks, could go make out with a cashier in the stockroom and steal boatloads of merchandise. Tried bussing tables at a Mexican place in Westport, CT which is a wealthy area. I loved the food so I'd get there early for free dinner and that was the one high point. The job itself sucked, always on your feet, pompous doouche customers, and awful pay. I lasted 2 weeks.

 
Cleaning out barns in the middle of summer. I will never forget the acrid burn of lamb urine and fecal matter in decaying hay.

 
Not my job personally, but I know what the worst job is. We were travelling across Alaska by train, enjoying the unbelievable scenery when the train unexpectedly slowed and then stopped. Eventually we were told that the train hit a moose. Another 45 minutes later, we asked why we were stopped for so long. It was because someone had to dig the moose out from under the train, and apparently it comes out bits at a time. I vowed never to ##### about my job again (although that's an impossible vow to keep).

 
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I did this for 3 summers and actually kind of liked it. I'd sleep on the bus on the way to the fields, fire up the Walkman as I walked the row, and when finished light up a Camel and shoot the #### with the supervisors while waiting for the others to finish their rows. Great money for a teenager.

 
Took a job as a dishwasher in the dorm cafeteria Freshman year when I ran out of money. Disgusting as hell but actually had a lot of fun ####### around with coworkers. Worst job was a job at a deli/bodega. Boring as hell, standing behind a counter waiting for people to come in, making sandwich, selling lottery tickets. Hated it. Lasted about 2 weeks.

 
McGarnicle said:
Yeah my one and only restaurant job was the worst. I was used to retail where you got long breaks, could go make out with a cashier in the stockroom and steal boatloads of merchandise. Tried bussing tables at a Mexican place in Westport, CT which is a wealthy area. I loved the food so I'd get there early for free dinner and that was the one high point. The job itself sucked, always on your feet, pompous doouche customers, and awful pay. I lasted 2 weeks.
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Funny opposite of my experience. I loved working in restaurants. Cash in my pocket all the time, easy girls, booze, drugs. Good times.

 
My first job working the register/drive thru at McDonald's.

Or loading boxes into trucks at the Montgomery Ward wharehouse one summer in college.

 
Drifter said:
Took a job as a dishwasher in the dorm cafeteria Freshman year when I ran out of money. Disgusting as hell but actually had a lot of fun ####### around with coworkers. Worst job was a job at a deli/bodega. Boring as hell, standing behind a counter waiting for people to come in, making sandwich, selling lottery tickets. Hated it. Lasted about 2 weeks.
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My best job ever was washing dishes in the dorm cafeteria. Loved that job, especially the spot in the line when the big water sprayer to clean food off the dishes. I got to stand there for however long the shift was, no customers complaining, no boss on my neck, no one to report to other than getting the dishes done and into the washing machine. Heaven.

My worst job was as a Best Buy cashier. I had worked retail previously, so they essentially droped me at the register with zero training during the Christmas season. No thanks.

 
Drifter said:
McGarnicle said:
Yeah my one and only restaurant job was the worst. I was used to retail where you got long breaks, could go make out with a cashier in the stockroom and steal boatloads of merchandise. Tried bussing tables at a Mexican place in Westport, CT which is a wealthy area. I loved the food so I'd get there early for free dinner and that was the one high point. The job itself sucked, always on your feet, pompous doouche customers, and awful pay. I lasted 2 weeks.
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Funny opposite of my experience. I loved working in restaurants. Cash in my pocket all the time, easy girls, booze, drugs. Good times.
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I enjoyed my time in the restaurant business as well. I also noticed that when a waitress hits her late 20's and realizes that her life will always be some form of service industry job whether waiting tables or cleaning houses, they tend to become very easy. Very.

 
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Digging post holes in the middle of summer during a drought with a well worn wooden handled post hole digger.

 
Delivering newspapers. Not that it was a terrible job, per se, but it didn't pay #### for the time I put in.

Super fun last day though. I was just firing papers at houses at random pretending to do the real life Paperboy.

 
We did this recently in GMTAN and I'll repeat mine, though in hindsight, it wasn't that bad, I just hated it, wasn't really good at it and the pay was atrocious.

My sophomore year in college, I applied for a job at The Gap. There was a girl I used to bang that was working there and I wanted to still bang her. I felt like taking a job where she worked was the best course of action. It wasn't.

I thought the Gap would be all about loitering around a highly trafficked store occasionally selling a pair of jeans all the while hitting on super easy hot mall chicks. I was wrong. The "G" in "GAP" stands for Gestapo. There's a store manager who plays nice when you first take the job, then turns into Genghis Hitler Amin on your first day. She (almost always a she) has about 45 assistant managers working under her, each one trying sabotage the retail careers of the other by out-jerking their colleagues to the new hires.

You learn right away that THE GAP isn't about selling jeans at all. It's about UPSELLING! In fact, they make you memorize this little diddy: GAP ACT -

Greet

Approach
Produce
Accessorize
Close

Thank

All the new grunts were forced to recite that in a form of retail brainwashing. If you did sell a pair of jeans, you were admonished for not also selling a pair of socks or a shirt. Routinely, there were sales contests where the winner would receive a crappy Swatch Watch, only the manager would treat it like it was a Cadillac. "Come on, Malaise....you don't want that sleek and stylish watch? Sell sell sell or you won't get to wear that stunning luxurious time piece to your food court date tonight".

And the folding....constantly and always folding. You learn to hate shoppers immediately as they comb through the store, take shirts or jeans and examine them, only to discard them in a clump on your neat pile of folded items. I actually appreciated the slobs who would just crumple them up and toss them vs the people that would half-heartedly try and fold the item before placing it back. Everything had to be stacked neatly in a folded fashion demanded by The Gap. Assistant managers would slap you around for untidy piles.

Then there was the music. One mix tape, about an hour long, playing over and over and over for the 4 weeks I lasted. A horrid cover of Dear Prudence, Mr. Postman, ABC...I can't listen to any of those songs today without breaking out into a cold sweat. When the calendar turned to November and the over eager, all too happy, supremely gay assistant manager clapped his hands rapidly saying "Soon we get to play Christmas music" I knew I had to get out of there.

I sucked at folding. I sucked worse at selling. I was abysmal at greeting people. They wanted you to act like every new customer coming into the store was a winner of the Sweepstakes and feign as much enthusiasm as possible...And how did I respond? Well, in typical smartasssssss fashion, I would bust out "OH MY GOD, ARE YOU HERE FOR JEANS!?!??! WE, LIKE, SOOOOOOOOOO HAVE THOSE HERE!" or "OH HELLO!!!!!!!!!! WELCOME TO THE GAP, WE ARE HONORED TO HAVE YOU IN OUR STORE!". I got yanked off that detail in half a shift.

Finally, they stuck me in the back to count items people brought in and items that people brought out. Essentially, I was there to ensure there was no shoplifting going on in the fitting rooms. Half a shift of that, I went out for a smoke break and never came back. I was called constantly at the fraternity house by Gap managers, asking where I was, but my brothers had my back and said I wasn't there. I came by to pick up my last check was scolded by a yappity assistant manager who said I needed to give two weeks notice. I double birded them, took my check and never went back to that or any Gap again.

THE END

 
BassNBrew said:
Digging post holes in the middle of summer during a drought with a well worn wooden handled post hole digger.
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oh... yeah. had to do that too... one time they were all through clay. brutal. and I don't think they actually make new post hole diggers- every one I've used is old, wood handled and hand shredding.

 
i worked for a start up last year for a few months. i was a field rep for their sales team and they were just bat-#### crazy. i quit my really cushy gig with an established company to take this gig and it was a fiasco. they had crazy, unrealistic expectations right out of the gates and it only got worse. incredible pressure, from them and on myself (because i have always pretty effective in my job), that gave me such stress. they were in love with their PR and, as is typical for some start ups, they were always in flux. it was a relief that i eventually got canned.

 
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Washing laundry at a hospital when I was 19. Was stuck in a tiny basement that was overheated, steam flying out of random places, dripping sweat, and surrounded by a bunch of chirpy old ladies that had worked there since Prohibition. Their hands looked like dried, crumbly shale from all the decades of chemicals, detergents, and whatever else got caked onto them.

Got to wash sheets and pillows covered, sometimes dripping, in blood, ***t, **ss, or any other bodily fluid you can think of. Once in a while the laundry would come down in red plastic bags labelled "Biohazard". Was never trained to handle those loads any differently.

Spent a good part of the day working with a giant Mangler-esque machine that dried and ironed the sheets. Giant, hot industrial rollers pressing together, waiting to take an errant hand or article of clothing you were wearing.

It's a miracle I survived those two weeks.

 
rail said:
Washing laundry at a hospital when I was 19. Was stuck in a tiny basement that was overheated, steam flying out of random places, dripping sweat, and surrounded by a bunch of chirpy old ladies that had worked there since Prohibition. Their hands looked like dried, crumbly shale from all the decades of chemicals, detergents, and whatever else got caked onto them.

Got to wash sheets and pillows covered, sometimes dripping, in blood, ***t, **ss, or any other bodily fluid you can think of. Once in a while the laundry would come down in red plastic bags labelled "Biohazard". Was never trained to handle those loads any differently.

Spent a good part of the day working with a giant Mangler-esque machine that dried and ironed the sheets. Giant, hot industrial rollers pressing together, waiting to take an errant hand or article of clothing you were wearing.

It's a miracle I survived those two weeks.
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I giggled right there.

 
General Malaise said:
We did this recently in GMTAN and I'll repeat mine, though in hindsight, it wasn't that bad, I just hated it, wasn't really good at it and the pay was atrocious.

My sophomore year in college, I applied for a job at The Gap. There was a girl I used to bang that was working there and I wanted to still bang her. I felt like taking a job where she worked was the best course of action. It wasn't.

I thought the Gap would be all about loitering around a highly trafficked store occasionally selling a pair of jeans all the while hitting on super easy hot mall chicks. I was wrong. The "G" in "GAP" stands for Gestapo. There's a store manager who plays nice when you first take the job, then turns into Genghis Hitler Amin on your first day. She (almost always a she) has about 45 assistant managers working under her, each one trying sabotage the retail careers of the other by out-jerking their colleagues to the new hires.

You learn right away that THE GAP isn't about selling jeans at all. It's about UPSELLING! In fact, they make you memorize this little diddy: GAP ACT -

Greet

Approach

Produce

Accessorize

Close

Thank

All the new grunts were forced to recite that in a form of retail brainwashing. If you did sell a pair of jeans, you were admonished for not also selling a pair of socks or a shirt. Routinely, there were sales contests where the winner would receive a crappy Swatch Watch, only the manager would treat it like it was a Cadillac. "Come on, Malaise....you don't want that sleek and stylish watch? Sell sell sell or you won't get to wear that stunning luxurious time piece to your food court date tonight".

And the folding....constantly and always folding. You learn to hate shoppers immediately as they comb through the store, take shirts or jeans and examine them, only to discard them in a clump on your neat pile of folded items. I actually appreciated the slobs who would just crumple them up and toss them vs the people that would half-heartedly try and fold the item before placing it back. Everything had to be stacked neatly in a folded fashion demanded by The Gap. Assistant managers would slap you around for untidy piles.

Then there was the music. One mix tape, about an hour long, playing over and over and over for the 4 weeks I lasted. A horrid cover of Dear Prudence, Mr. Postman, ABC...I can't listen to any of those songs today without breaking out into a cold sweat. When the calendar turned to November and the over eager, all too happy, supremely gay assistant manager clapped his hands rapidly saying "Soon we get to play Christmas music" I knew I had to get out of there.

I sucked at folding. I sucked worse at selling. I was abysmal at greeting people. They wanted you to act like every new customer coming into the store was a winner of the Sweepstakes and feign as much enthusiasm as possible...And how did I respond? Well, in typical smartasssssss fashion, I would bust out "OH MY GOD, ARE YOU HERE FOR JEANS!?!??! WE, LIKE, SOOOOOOOOOO HAVE THOSE HERE!" or "OH HELLO!!!!!!!!!! WELCOME TO THE GAP, WE ARE HONORED TO HAVE YOU IN OUR STORE!". I got yanked off that detail in half a shift.

Finally, they stuck me in the back to count items people brought in and items that people brought out. Essentially, I was there to ensure there was no shoplifting going on in the fitting rooms. Half a shift of that, I went out for a smoke break and never came back. I was called constantly at the fraternity house by Gap managers, asking where I was, but my brothers had my back and said I wasn't there. I came by to pick up my last check was scolded by a yappity assistant manager who said I needed to give two weeks notice. I double birded them, took my check and never went back to that or any Gap again.

THE END
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:lmao:

This should go in the ffa great posts archive.

 
Drifter said:
McGarnicle said:
Yeah my one and only restaurant job was the worst. I was used to retail where you got long breaks, could go make out with a cashier in the stockroom and steal boatloads of merchandise. Tried bussing tables at a Mexican place in Westport, CT which is a wealthy area. I loved the food so I'd get there early for free dinner and that was the one high point. The job itself sucked, always on your feet, pompous doouche customers, and awful pay. I lasted 2 weeks.
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Funny opposite of my experience. I loved working in restaurants. Cash in my pocket all the time, easy girls, booze, drugs. Good times.
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Yeah, the 20something waitstaff seemed pretty damn happy to be there. Then at the end of a busy night everyone's exhausted, I know they made great tips and the busboys were supposed to get 10%. My 17yo pimply faced ### went home with $15-20 if I was lucky, they'd all stay and get drunk.
 
No funny story here, really. Worked for a week or so at the "telefund" at my college... cold calling alumni to ask for money. I'm fine talking to someone in person, have since presented at city council meetings, and am now on a weekly radio show answering fantasy football questions live..... but just sucked on the phone especially given the strict script. If you deviated from the script, it was a huge no-no. And of course they had "supervisors" listening in on some of your calls.

I think I got maybe 3-4 people to donate just because they felt sorry for me.... "uhh, hi. I'm Nirad from the.... UCSB... telefund. Umm... I see here you donated $20 in 1992. Thank you for that. Do you think you could do $40 this year?"

Now as an alum, I get the calls from time to time and will gab with them, especially if they're female... because there's like a 99.99999% chance she's smoking hot. :oldunsure:

 
My first job was my best job ever...

A local guy was opening up an ice cream shop. The place was air conditioned, hard to find (very little business even in the summer), we had a TV, radio and all the ice cream you could eat. It was nice because buddies and cute chicks from high school would come by and hang out too in the seating area. I was the only male hired. The other 6 employees were cute females I went to high school with.

After 1 year there, I decided the following summer I wanted to make some real money before starting college. I quit to take a job at a local roofing and lumber company as a "general handyman" and because they paid me 15 dollars an hour.

The first day I spent 6 hours on a roof in 96 degree heat patching the roof. After a 20 minute lunch I was handled the cleaning supplies for all of the bathrooms.

It wasn't so much the worst job ever as it was unbelievable that I left the air conditioned ice cream shop for 3 months of hell.

Lucky the ice cream shop took me back the next day.

 
Hard to say:

  • Worked in several group homes with dual diagnosed (mentally ill and developmentally disabled) adolescents and adults. Breaking up fights, getting punched in the nose, cleaning up "smearing", explaining to a resident why he shouldn't put coat hangers up his ###, physically restraining a resident on the lawn at my college during a concert while trying to put her helmet on her, and sitting in the front row of a movie theater with a paranoid schizophrenic. Good times.
  • Retail during christmas season at a department store. The section I was in was right next to the entrance to the children's section which had an running video loop of Elton John's The Circle of Life from The Lion King. All day. For two months. Although that was better than the one shift I spent in women's shoes, which gave me much respect for the plight of Al Bundy.
  • "Sliming" in an Alaskan fish cannery. Most work consisted of standing in front of a cutting board and a faucet holding a knife while wearing rain gear, a hair net, rubber boots, and ear plugs in a super loud and wet fish house. Partially cleaned fish would appear, clean, drop down a chute, repeat...for 16-17 hours a day. Then I got "promoted" to stand on a ladder and direct where the fish went to feed the canning lines. Much of that time was spent trying to keep the fish from piling on to the floor the dozen times a day when the can lines would break, but the fish house would keep processing. I also worked the graveyard shift in the freezers during halibut season, wheeling several hundred pound carts full of fish into blast freezers and hand stacking 80-200 lb halibut onto shelves. If you dropped one you had to immediately slide your legs underneath it to keep it from instantly freezing to the floor.
Those were all during college, and let's just say by the end of my second tour in Alaska during which I was called a "lifer" by someone who actually was, I was very motivated to finish up my degree.

 
Briefly worked one summer at the place they make those plastic bags they use at grocery stores.

Sounded like a good summer gig at the time...3 12-hour shifts followed by 4 days off...

Didn't stop to fully consider standing on your feet for 12 straight hours in a hot plant with no air conditioning, pulling an endless flow of bags off the assembly line and breathing in a constant dose of burning plastic all day, every day.

Not to mention that no one wanted to hang out with someone that smelled like burnt plastic on the 4 days off.

 
Tin Cup said:
Briefly worked one summer at the place they make those plastic bags they use at grocery stores.

Sounded like a good summer gig at the time...3 12-hour shifts followed by 4 days off...

Didn't stop to fully consider standing on your feet for 12 straight hours in a hot plant with no air conditioning, pulling an endless flow of bags off the assembly line and breathing in a constant dose of burning plastic all day, every day.

Not to mention that no one wanted to hang out with someone that smelled like burnt plastic on the 4 days off.
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How many deaths from smoke breaks? One lighter could take out the whole 3rd shift.

 
Warehouse job for just above minimum wage. It was tiring work. I was on my feet all day carrying stuff. I probably walked several miles each day. I'd come home tired and with no money to do anything. After rent, electric bill and groceries I had basically nothing left.

 
Spent a summer on a processor out of Dutch Harbor, Alaska. Cold, wet, and surrounded by societal rejects. Small bonus was I got to see The Elbow Room in all its glory. I generally refer to the place as the armpit of the world.

 
As a teenager I worked in a warehouse for a fishing tackle supply company. I like fishing, so looking at all the product was cool for a few weeks, but it wore off fast. It was like 120degrees in there in August. I just walked around with an order and filled up a shopping cart.

 
I started working at a farm when I was 14. Was paid something like 5.25 an hour. Hard ### work, but it was the best thing for me. No animals, so it wasn't so bad, but sweating in those fields for eight hours on a hot day was an experience.

Then I worked at Chuck E Cheese.

 
I was a telemarketer for about three days one summer during college. F that. Life's too short. Otherwise, I haven't had a bad job.

 
Had a job in college delivering rental TV's.

Mostly in lower income apartment complexes.

Customers really sucked. Delivery vans rarely had normal service done to them.

One day, a van just died on me on the 605 FWY. Coasted off the ramp right into a 76 Station. Quit on the spot.

 
captain_amazing said:
I started working at a farm when I was 14. Was paid something like 5.25 an hour. Hard ### work, but it was the best thing for me. No animals, so it wasn't so bad, but sweating in those fields for eight hours on a hot day was an experience.

Then I worked at Chuck E Cheese.
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Tell me about Chuck E Cheese, captain amazing.

 
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