What was the worst job you ever had?

I did telemarketing for one day. Was awful having to ring businesses who were busy and they last thing they were in the mood for was a cold caller trying to sell them stuff.

Being a salesman. God I fucking hated it.

I like being the customer.

I worked at Jack in the Box (as a teenager); one of the most horrifying, and degrading jobs. People treat you like shit because you work at a fast-food restaurant.

I used to shovel shit on a dairy farm.

my first job was working in a bakery. i was in east san diego county and we worked in 100 degree plus condition. but that bread...

R4 I did as well on a horse farm with a chicken coop. Disgusting but at least it was mostly outside.

I made bank as a telemarketer in the 90s. They used to pay good and give good bonuses before outsourcing. I worked at a fun place.

the difference between R7 and all the other posters just shows how we've gotten to our current state. you're an asshole. BUTT i expect that was the impact you wanted.

Call Center Representative for a behavioral health insurance company.

Absolutely the most stressful job I ever had. Every day, all day long, I took calls from inner city mental health centers, impatient shrinks, rude clinicians, obnoxious nurses, arrogant doctors, suicidal patients calling from phone booths, angry mothers with autistic children, drug addicts, and, anyone involved with the related billing and billing disputes. Other than someone who was suicidal, senior reps would never take over your call to de-escalate the situation.

It’s hard to pick.

One of my first jobs, as a teenager, was cleaning our local mall after hours. I didn’t last long. I flooded it when I did something wrong with this zamboni-like machine used to spit polish the floors. I had to call my dad for help.

Worked for temporary manpower cleaning the insides of these old dryers. It was 8 hours of being curled up inside using a power drill to chip off build up. For minimum wage.

Working at my father’s paper mill during summers when I was off from university. I was so out of my element working with so many manly Neanderthals. I did it for 3 years though. Ugh.

Working the night shift at a group home for the mentally ill. It’s the only job I’ve ever been fired from and that gave me hives. I was told to call one of the regular staff if I needed to. I did in the middle of the night when a resident had a knife. I was told when I was let go that I didn’t have the residents’ trust. Oh, and I was NEVER included in staff meetings despite being a casual employee.

My first teaching assignment (I’m a teacher) in 2001. I was the 5th or 6th teacher this class had gone through that year. It was HELL. The principal asked me to try to stick it out until June when he hired me.

I’ve done my fair share of crappy stuff.

At 19, I was a short order breakfast cook in a country diner in North Carolina.

Word of warning; Never eat at a country diner in North Carolina.

I worked at DQ for 7 days.

Cherry processing plant at age 16 in Michigan for the summer, working alongside old Czech ladies in hair nets, picking out bruised specimens all day. But got off at 2pm so afternoon at lake was payoff! I had a HUGE crush on the foreman Gordie who drove the forklift, I think he caught me many times checking him out. Fast forward 47 years, he now distributes the propane to our cottage. He didn't remember me, obviously. He is still somewhat doable but we are both olds now.

I worked in the dish room of Crystal's Spaghetti and Pizza, a cousin to Casa Bonita. It was miserable. We were in a contest with other restaurants within the company. My manager yelled at me for not doing something and then said, "Don't you want me to go to Las Vegas?" What a dick. The owner walked in on the assistant manager and wicked Doreen, who worked the drinks fountain, being intimate. It was a vile, vile place to work.

Memory Care CNA after my dad died. I thought I’d be a pro.

I had to prevent the grabbing of boobs and ass or punching. I had to change and clean them (bob, duck, and weave). I was self-righteous because I was “present” for people out of it instead of occupied by my phone. I was so full of shit.

Three words: Dubai Porta Potty

As a senior in high school I worked in one of those mall pet stores. We had manipulation training on how to sell pets, with the last level being "Cry". The script had us say, through tears, " I can see how much this [name animal] loves you and I am not qualified enough to help you complete its family. Let me go get my manager."

After that training, I quit.

I worked telemarketing for 2 weeks in 1989 as a summer job trying to sell Newsweek subscriptions to former subscribers. I hated it and eventually quit. The name of the firm was Entertel. All the employees called it "enterhell". It was.

A couple of years later I was interviewed for a position to go door to door to get people to sign petitions and more importantly raise "funds" for Michigan Citizens Committee or something like that. On my first day, the first hour was pep talks then they sent out us in groups to neighborhoods. As we were herded out to the vans, I broke free from my group, ran to my car and drove home. I couldn't do it. A year later I met a girl who did go out on the first day. After an hour of walking around neighborhoods ringing doorbells and having doors slammed in her face, she went to a nearby McDonalds' to hang out until it was time to go back to office. As soon as she got back she quit. Anyone else do this sort of job?

I've had many jobs -- none were careers until I landed in my present field. I loved restaurant work, and some were better than others. No "bad" jobs generally, but the absolute worst was at a PR firm. Crazy, crazy deadlines, screaming women, everything is a crisis, and the pay was shitty. I got laid off after they lost a big client and I practically walked on air when I left the building.

I was a legal assistant at a small law firm. The office administrator was insane and a control freak, and was the live in girlfriend of the head honcho attorney. During staff meetings she was outraged if anyone took any notes. She would say, "We don't take notes. We remember!" After staff went home in the evenings, she would go through everyone's desk and throw out any notes she found. She put a baby monitor in the ceiling so she could hear what the staff was saying about her during the day. The smoking area was behind the building beside the dumpster. She would sometimes hide on the other side of the dumpster to hear what people were talking about. The place was a revolving door of employees. They are now out of business, and I am sure it is all because of her.

I worked at a Friendly's, which I ultimately dubbed Bitchy's. You were supposed to divvy out the customers evenly to all sections. Most of the staff were old battle-axe broads who would steal the customers who tipped the best when it wasn't their 'turn' to get another table, so to speak. I was an evil bitch so I would sneak through the shrubs in the parking lot on nights I wasn't working and let the air out of the tires of the worst offenders. When I would call them out on it they would flip this attitude like "you don't even NEED a job!' I could (and still can) be very acid-tongued and retorted once "I'm workin this job to put myself through college - maybe if you had done the same you wouldn't be a waitress at Friendly's at YOUR AGE."

That shut them up.

I also routinely called in bomb threads on days/nights I wasn't working using a disguised voice.

This was in the 80s, pre-caller I.D.

R20 This doesn’t surprise me one bit. I too once worked in a law firm and both the attorneys and the admins were fucking deranged and sadistic. I will never work with attorneys again.

That said, the worst job I ever had was working for a government call center years ago when I was in my late teens. I swear they hire anybody and everybody. Complete white trash for managers and the lower level employees weren’t much better. To top it off, it was back to back calls all day long with people bitching. I quit after a few weeks.

I worked for a very small avant-garde art gallery in New York in the 1990s. It was me, the owner, and every fucking useless washed-up 1970s-era pretentious asshole he ever met.

It was a nightmare, and the owner wasn't even close to being the worst thing about it (although he was pretty bad).

On the other hand, I got to hang out with Debbie Harry and the art we showed was actually very good so there were some bright spots.

A low point: taking down the beautiful crayon drawings of a highly respected designer off the walls, where they had been thumb-tacked - as we had just been evicted - and taking them back to her stunning home/studio in plastic garbage bags. She was very gracious about it. I wanted to melt into a puddle and seep out through her floor boards.

[quote]"We don't take notes. We remember!"

Why is this the funniest thing I've read all day. LOL!

I worked for a miserable, mismanaged company about 13 years ago as a graphic designer for a company that made paper slide rules and wheel charts. The owner was a self-loathing MTF that did NOTHING to keep up as a "woman". A lot people were nice and friendly but most of them resigned to the fact that they would never get a job anywhere else, and yes, they still work there. The sales team had a base pay of 60K, which meant they did nothing to get more business to some old-fashioned company that was already succumbing to apps for mobile devices. They hired a CFO to "turn the company around" but he was just a yes man to the owner. We had a big meeting when he was introduced to the company. He looked like a deer in headlights that day. A good portion of work was outsourced to more MTFs that were blood sucking leeches. The company was in a long bitter decline, but, here in 2021 they are still around. I was let go due to downsizing, but what a relief that was.

I have been a telemarketer for 27 years now, great job I love it!

I laughed so hard at r21

My worst job was a temp position for an ambulance chasing law firm I held for 4 years during the recession, my current position is a close second.

Armani Exchange in the village in the early 00s. I came in my best slacks and cashmere turtleneck and they had me in the back lifting boxes and doing inventory.

Working on an assembly line for a plastics company. The same repetitive motion over and over and over. You lived for those 15 min. breaks and 30 min. lunch break. The pay was great, but I just couldn't do it, I quit after 2 weeks.

I was a waiter at a kids restaurant, which had a bear as its mascot. The new guy had to "be the bear" on their first day, which meant putting on a massive bear costume over our waiter's uniform, including a huge fur head that you could barely see out of. You were then led around the place to wave at the parents and play with the kids, once per hour. If you spoke you were fired, as some of these kids were return customers who would recognise a waiter's voice. The bear suit hadn't been washed in the history of the restaurant, so served as a memorial to the sweat of a hundred fallen waiters. Little kids would run headfirst at the bear and headbutt my testicles with depressing regularity. And all it earned me was the disgust of my wait team, who thought I was "goofing off work" by being the bear, since it was clearly easier than carrying two plates of reheated lasagne across the room and refilling drinks.

R30, oh, does that bring back memories of my first full-time job just out of high school.

It was factory work and those 10 minute breaks were like minutes made of gold for an undisciplined 19-year old like myself. I treasured them like someone starving to death would value crumbs of food. Those tedious hours of work went by like molasses in winter and I lasted all of three months before I quit.

I worked in an employment agency in the late 90s, when smoking was still permitted in offices. It was owned by a husband and wife couple who were relics from the 60s. They both chain smoked. The husband was grumpy, he wouldn't speak to me for months, yet sat at the desk next to me.

The work was hard, but I enjoyed it. We used typewriters and I had to beg and beg for them to buy a computer to modernise the office. Eventually they did and I was able to create a website for the company, get us more business, etc, but the male owner never said thank you, never spoke to me or anything. Made my life so miserable, that I just got up one day, walked over to them and said "I can't take this anymore" threw down my office keys and walked out. One of the best things I ever did.

I worked as a donor tech at a plasma center. I had to dress in, basically, a hazmat suit and set up machines used to extract plasma. The donors, for the most part, were ok, but the women who worked there were mean, nasty, and ugly. I gave them all unflattering nicknames to amuse myself during the long, dreary days. The pay was lousy, but I was desperate.

I worked at a large tourist attraction two years ago. The attraction was privately owned and operated by a president, general manager, and a couple other managers. All had been there for years. The work environment was like a time capsule, in terrible shape, unsafe. Environmental hazards like black mold in employee areas. I had a few different health issues while there including rashes, a weird urinary issue (was told at one point not to drink the tap water), other stuff. Had to escort at least two guests out of the property through a back exit because their allergies were affected so badly. Basic necessities, like vacuums to clean the guest areas, were years old and nearly unusable, like one old vacuum with a missing wheel to vacuum two entire buildings with multiple floors. Bathrooms had stalls closed & locked permanently because they would not get a toilet fixed. Management was verbally abusive. Guests would vandalize and steal items from different areas because there was barely any staff.

I worked at one of those testing center where people take various exams for a real estate license, GRE, etc.

The office manager was a flaming queen who told the other employees that he “wasn’t gay, but had hormonal problem due to a benign brain tumor.”

The whole thing was just too strange!

Split between working at a car wash in the winter in Connecticut, or working for a software company on cape cod as my first post-law school job. Both nearly demolished my soul.

Working for an agency and having to deal with the scum of the earth. Backstabbing, sexual harassment, racial discrimination, illicit affairs. It was all there. Never again.

Afterschool job at local funeral home.

1980, early years of college, a summer job at a health food store in San Francisco. It was at Embarcadero Center, right near the Hyatt Hotel. Owned by a husband and wife. He was cool, she was a cunt. I'm told to arrive at 9am on my first day. I'm just about there, a bit nervous, and there's an old church nearby and the steeple bells are 'bonging' that's it's 9am. I think to myself 'perfect, I'm right on time." I walk in precisely at bong number nine, say good morning, and she says "You're nine seconds late."

The next day at lunchtime I left and never went back. But they did pay me eventually.

Too many to count. I once worked at a sleazy motel in Denver for about 6 hours and quit when the arabic owners 6 year old came walking in carrying a used hypodermic needle and she acted like she couldnt give a shit. I knew it was a marginal place,but I wasnt prepared for the endless stream of hookers with their johns at 9 am . Then there was the pizza delivery place where it was a 110 degrees and those broke ass bitches had no intention of fixing the air. I swear I lost 10 lbs that week . Another place I hated was a restaurant where the GM was a psycho bully . Everybody hated him but we all needed a job so we put up with his crap . I was working the register one day when a really handsome guy wearing a gorgeous suit comes in and recognizes him and says "I remember you . You used to bully me in highschool " Then he gives him the up and down look and said " I see how that worked out for both of us" . The GM was brick red in the face and steam was coming out of his ears. I smirked in his face and said "you'll be okay Honey" and went in the kitchen,clocked out and went right out the back door .

I worked for the 2010 census, going door-to-door in rural Louisiana. I had the police called on me more than twice. People would refuse to answer the questionnaire because they didn't want Obama to know their info, or they thought I was really working for Acorn (remember that?). A few times I really felt like I was in danger.

I was Head Teller in a sperm bank, that is until I was fired for drinking all the profits.

Working for my parents for 17 years

I had to beez the varsity ledy for four yearz while my Cheeto husband was prez. He even made mez let him in poosey once a month while Penz watched and took notes.

Thread closed bitchz.

Warning: if you go to a hospital and have important lab work done, just know that someone who is handling your precious body specimens does not need to be a high school graduate nor speak English. Often they are 3rd party employees with no benefits. It doesn't matter how prestigious your doctor is or how good the hospital's reputation is - simply assume you are lucky that no one amputated the wrong limb or deliver your transplant organ to the wrong place or transfuse you with the wrong blood type.

This wasn't necessarily my worst job, but it was the most odd one. I was temping in Nashville--I was probably about 24--and after a long-term temp job on Music Row that nearly hired me (except that the office didn't want to "buy me out" from the temp agency), the temp agency sent me to a short-term assignment at a--wait for it--tobacco dip manufacturing plant downtown. I was just filing and typing upstairs in the office, but once a week when we went thru the factory gate at 9am, all employees got two cans of dip to do as we wished with. We called it "Dip Day" and I think it was on Wednesdays. In the office I worked in upstairs, there was a spitoon at each desk, and anyone who wanted to could smoke as well. Keep in mind this was 2004, and I'd never worked anywhere that indoor smoking or dipping was allowed or encouraged. The job was easy and one of my bosses smoked a pipe that I loved the smell of wafting thru the office, so it wasn't a terrible gig. I was there about three weeks and then the agency moved me to another assignment. I often wonder, though, if they still smoke and dip in that office.

Where do you live R46? A friend of mine is currently studying to work as a phlebotomist and while it’s obviously not med school level rigor you can’t just walk in off the street and get hired either.

Chief Content Officer for DL

In the late 70s, I worked at a public health clinic. I was barely out of high school and my job was to call people who had sex with someone being treated for STDs at the clinic. They would be asked about their partners and my job was to call the partners and tell them. It was insane. I hadn't even had sex yet and it scared me for a long time. Looking back on it now, I have to laugh. I could write a book about some of the reactions I got to my calls.

I've never done this but I think delivering pizza would be a tough job with a lot of dangerous possibilities. Or maybe hilarious?

Accounting Dept, DL

R50 pls tell us more.

R39 What were your duties at the funeral home that made it the worst job you ever had?

Asbestos abatement one summer during college. I laid on my back, high on a scaffold, just inches from the ceiling with a wire brush in each hand brushing insulation off the ceiling of a school's classrooms. In a full body, pressurized hazmat suit. It was hotter than Hades, since the building was enclosed in plastic wrap and all air flow was off due to the asbestos. Do you have any idea how sore your muscles get after this kind of work out? I lasted four days.

R47, I love that story.

As a teenager I worked in a shoe shop. It made me realise that some people have no awareness of their feet -coming in wearing sandals showing off their cracked hard skin, cheesy, yellow cracked nails, athlete’s foot, infected ingrowing toenails, and on a couple of occasions, leg ulcers with no dressings.

I worked like three weeks in a battery hen farm in Australia while I was travelling after high school. Terrible, terrible place. There were dead hens in many of the cages that the other hens just walked on. The first thing I was asked to do was scrape clean the conveyor belt that ran underneath the wire cages and caught all of the shit.

Apart from typical retail not much. I understand why many develop terroristic tendencies when they have to deal with the public. Working for Disney I heard is downright misery.

[quote]A few times I really felt like I was in danger.

I lived in rural Louisiana for a while and I always felt like I was in danger.

Telemarketing. Awful, soul-snuffing. I managed to do it for three months during the summer of 1992, when there was no work anywhere for teenagers because the recession was so bad that old men were taking the jobs at McDonalds.

Our manager quit abruptly, which helped save our jobs for a while because no one was ruling the roost and realizing that there was no market for lawn care in a state being ravaged by a recession. You ask how?

Because I refused to do my job, using the phones to call my friends during work hours, but filing 1 lead a night that I faked based on looking at the neighborhoods. You'd think they'd figure out quickly these were fake leads, but I kept picking people who actually accepted the treatment on their lawn without arguing! My coworkers hated me for not even trying, but realized I was keeping them alive with the stray leads (some of them spent an entire week making calls, 25 hours, and not making one "sale"). We should have been laid off in early June, but made it all the way to August, and though the $4.25 an hour (or whatever minimum wage was then) didn't add up to much, it kept me in cheap dates with my first boyfriend that glorious summer.

Another bad job was as a dishwasher in a restaurant the summer I turned 19. Hot and steamy to be sure. The first couple weeks I worked dinner. I did not mind dinners; it was mostly plates, glasses, and flatware. Then they moved me to days. That was terrible. There was no dishwasher for breakfast, so all the breakfast service dishes and forks were waiting with their dried egg yolks that the dishwasher itself did not remove. Then the prep cooks' pots and pans. I swear they used every single one every day and did not bother to rinse them or fill them with water. They just piled them up in the sink and on the counters around the sink. Those were the worst.

I praised the benefits of rinsing pots and pans to the manager several times, but she was a cunt and did nothing. The last week before going back to college, I went in Monday at 11AM and found a veritable disaster. Not only was the dishes/glasses area overflowing with breakfast dishes, the other area was stacked higher than ever. I turned around, clocked out, and walked out the back door. The phone was ringing when I walked into my home; it was the manager. She yelled at me before she started begging me to come back. The other dishwasher had quit the preceding Saturday, she had nobody else, and so on. Eventually I suggested that she step in and wash that stuff herself. That's when she hung up on me.

Worst job ever? Guess.

The summer after my freshman year at college I applied for a job at Stouffer’s in Solon, OH. At the time it was the world’s largest freezer.

I was assigned to the French bread pizza line.

But no, it was not glamorous feeding 50 pound bricks of Mozzarella into the shredder. It was kind of fun sticking a stainless steel pitchfork in the hopper of shredded cheese though.

I lasted a week.

Another shitty job i had was about 10 years ago. I worked as a consultant drafting a safety procedures manual for an oxygen supply/cpap machines small business. it was run by this psycho, bi=polar who was constantly hiring/firing employees (or they would quit because they had some self=respect and wouldn't put up her violent screaming). The owner would even scream at patients who would call to complain that their oxygen supply was late). i think i lasted there about 3-4 months and then had to quit, but also got recruited to work at a small bank as a loan processor. The stress was insane and about the only good thing about the job is i had my own office. I had never experienced that level of abuse by a manager. She begged me to come back about 2 years later...i didn't even bother answering her voicemail.

Don't ask.

r31, was it Black Bear Diner?

In college I worked for a temp agency one summer that placed me in a job at a laundry for hospitals. They’d dump truckloads of blood and shit stained hospital gowns and towels on a conveyor belt and our job was to sort it all and throw like items into separate bins. I saw an least a couple of used syringes come down the line too. They used temps to cover when the regular employees had to spend time in jail. I lasted one week.

One of the worst jobs I've had was at a law office which was known in the legal community as a "sweat shop" with a revolving door. I was miserable and developed an addiction to Starbucks coffee & scones (Starbucks was across the street). I got chubbier than I already was.

There were two relatively old-timers. I had gone into one of their offices to ask how to do something. At some point, both of them were in an office and when I passed by, they closed the door.

Forgot how it came about, but I was in a meeting with the boss and one of the old-timers. I was airing my grievances about the job and said that the two old-timers were sitting in an office talking about me (in a bad way). Surprisingly, the boss turned to one of the old-timers and said, "Is that true?" The old timer just looked down at the table. At that point, I didn't really know for sure, so the old timer confirmed what I suspected.

Anyway, that job lasted for 3 months (I quit). The pay was actually not bad, for that time. Otherwise, I probably would have left a lot earlier.

Dish washer. I was soooo slow.

This wasn't a bad set of jobs - but I feel bad about what I did.

In college in Boston had two work study jobs. One was as a desk attendant where I basically had to see student I.D.s of people coming in, have them sign in their guests. I kept a burn book for the other desk attendants about everyone's cumings and goings - who was fucking who, etc. I also would call my friend who was a FAT WHORE to tell them who had food being delivered so he could scour the fridge for leftovers. I also had access to the student mail center in that building.

I also took note of who the rich whores were and used my access at my other work study job in admissions to get social security numbers to active credit cards I stole from the mailroom. There had been a big Visa promotion on campus so there was a flood of new credit cards one month. I went shopping at Louis Boston and on Newbury Street, spending about 5k on various credit cards in one day. This was the early/mid 90s before chip cards and no one thought to ask me for ID because I looked pretty innocent. It was a lot of fun but I later felt terrible about how immoral it all was. I threw the credit cards in the Boston Harbor because it was still filthy then and I figured no one would ever find them.

I had an amazing CD collection and was exceptionally well dressed for a few years, thanks to that.

Telemarketing for basement waterproofing. I remember calling people who said things like, "Listen, I work nights and I'm trying to sleep. You woke me up for this?" I was just in high school and felt awful bothering people. When I found a number that no one answered, I called it over and over again just to pass the time, and so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. Since we were instructed to address everyone as Mr. or Mrs., I avoided some of the last names on the list, like Glasscock. Quit after two days.

Assistant crack whore

My current one. I am managing WAY too damn many people and corporate will not allow us to restructure until January. I am neglecting a good 50% of the people who work for me, many of whom are great workers. I'm almost at a point to encourage them to quit.

I had a telemarketing job in college-most miserable experience ever. These days when I get a TM call, I know the person calling is miserable, so I’m at least polite as I say “No thank you” and hang up. Those jobs should be illegal. Shuddering at the memory.

My worst job is working at Walmart as a customer, checking myself out and bagging my own groceries.

But I know that it's a sacrifice we all have to make, pitching in just a little bit, to improve Walmart's bottom line through our own labor, while also paying them for that privilege. (I've actually had worse 'jobs', but this crap irritates the hell out of me.)

You want me to do your work as a checker and bagger? Give me a damn discount!

[quote]Worked for temporary manpower cleaning the insides of these old dryers. It was 8 hours of being curled up inside using a power drill to chip off build up. For minimum wage.

I'm sure you could put those skills to use removing nacreous layers of permacum from adult bookstores.

I was a secretary in a law firm. They knew when they hired me that the job was a leap up for me, that it was my first time in that job, after having done word processing in another litigation firm for four years.

Right off the bat, the more demanding of the two attorneys told me not to speak to the secretary I had replaced. There was no one else to tell me anything at all, so I gleaned what I could from her on the sly, but I was expected to teach myself a job I’d never previously done, that involved filing pleadings in courts and jurisdictions about which I knew *nothing*.

The other attorney never spoke to me at all. It didn’t take me long to realize the job, for those two attorneys, had always been a revolving door but I kept trying, living in perpetual anxiety until I was ultimately fired. The bitch I’d replaced had been asked for her input into my performance evaluation! The same one I’d been told not to talk to! She’d had 17 years’ experience as a legal secretary when she was removed from the job, and I’d had zero when I had taken it over. You can imagine how much she had wanted me to succeed.

It took me a long time to see past the embarrassment and humiliation to the realization that being fired was the best possible outcome the situation had ever offered.

Being a working royal.

My first paid job was working at a Baskin-Robbins ice cream parlor in Phoenix, Arizona, which was a fun job due to all the fun and interesting people who cane in. But my boss was a holy terror, a tough, hard-boiled former New Yorker who paid some of the students working there less than the minimum wage and was awful towards employees in general. He was comparatively nice towards me. He tried to claim that he wasn't subject to the minimum wage law, because the ice cream came from California so it was interstate commerce. I saw him get angry and shed tears because some poor girl forgot to charge the extra 10¢ for a scoop of French Vanilla instead of regular Vanilla. And he was always trying to get us to give smaller scoops and use less of the ingredients whenever we made anything. I only worked there for 2 months and moved on. But he made me realize that any job coild be good or bad and it mainly depends on how the boss treats you. I learned from him the lesson of how NOT to treat your employees.

R80

[quote]I learned from him the lesson of how NOT to treat your employees.

That's the only redeeming factor to any of the crappy jobs we've had. I know some bosses who repeat the cycle of abuse, but the good ones know from experience how to treat employees well.

R35, I'm telling myself that the tourist attraction you worked at was Trees of Mystery.

OP, you reminded me of this sad episode of The Office

Telemarketing for a few months while in college. I hated it, even though the married couple owners were nice and the leads were decent. It wasn’t a hard sell product, and I made a bit of money. It just wasn’t for me.

On the other hand, In high school, I worked as a shelver at the public library. It was an easy job and I really liked it.

Law firm. From associate to partner. Worst job ever.

Also, I was held up twice at gunpoint when I worked at a diner in college. Both times, the criminals threatened to kill me. And it was still better than working at that law firm.

So far no one's mentioned stripper, escort, or working in a gay bar, adult bookstore, or bathhouse.

R21 I was a notorious prank phone caller but I never even stopped that low.

I also routinely called in bomb threads on days/nights I wasn't working using a disguised voice.

This was in the 80s, pre-caller I.D.

R68 what a fucking bitch you must be if that is your idea of worst job. A law office is was and never will be a sweat shop as you referred to it as.

R77 what adult book stores? Where?

Human tissue bank (dead ppl getting cut up and processed )

and veterinary college teaching students eye surgery techniques on cadaver dogs

Being an ice cream scooper at Disney was a low point as well

The bomb threat is so over the top borderline psycho, I'm awed.

The Navy.