What’s the worst job you had that you left quickly?

What’s her name?

I hope you fucked her over before you left if she was as awful as you say..

In college: a telephone sales job that was advertised as marketing. They wanted me to call strangers and say, "The reason I am calling you is that I have a great surprise for you. Could you use a great surprise today?" I made 3 calls and took my things and left. It was humiliating.

In college I signed on with Kelly temps thinking I’d answer phones or do filing all day. Instead I got sent to an industrial laundry that washed soiled sheets and gowns from hospitals. A truck would dump the dirty laundry on a conveyer for us to sort out by type of item. Needless to say a lot it was soiled with shit, piss and blood. Plus the occasional syringe. The person I was temping for was in jail. I don’t think I lasted out the week.

r3 What was the surprise, and was anyone actually surprised?

Good surprise: "You've won a set of knives, and I will personally deliver them to your home."

Bad surprise: "I'm calling you from inside your home! SURPRISE!"

Working for a coked-up, DAWG-FACED BITCH named (beleive it or not) Hala Moddelmog. Fucking asshole.

When I was younger I did temp to perm office work hoping to get a feel for the environment before accepting the job offer. They sent me to an insurance office doing phones and general clerical work. Nothing difficult. First day on I noticed an oddly oppressive air. No one spoke, not even casual office chitchat and none were friendly at all. The office manager in charge was a BITCH from Hell. She ruled with fear. If anyone was caught whispering over their cube wall to another worker she'd come out of her office and glare until the talkers were cowed into silence, then stalk back inside. One very slow day she stalked over to me on the phones, which were not ringing, and snarled that she wasn't paying me to sit around and stuck me inside a closet with files. I didn't care about the work but she was such a cunt about it. She really had it in for some poor young girl, a knock out, who she had her in tears a lot and I'm sure was just waiting to fire her out of jealous spite. The manager was a big fat ginger with the freckles to match. Very unattractive.

That same day I called the agency and told them to get me the hell out and told them the problems with the office. I avoided insurance companies after that.

Telemarketing. White trash Ms. Horn told me to read the script they wrote and call every number on the list. When I got someone willing to buy time at the resort I’m to turn on my overhead flashing red light. It looked similar to a cherry light on a police vehicle. I called the first number on the list. It was a male hot head. “What is your name”?! He demanded. He was unwilling to listen to my script. .He proceeded to threaten my life by saying if and when he finds out my name he’s gonna break into my home while I’m asleep and kill me. I hung up the phone and walked out the door.

R8 I’m laughing my ass off!!!!

White House Press Secretary

Director of Bohemian Rhapsody

I got a Security job once and I was so thrilled because I'd been unemployed for a while and was dead broke. The office people were friendly and helpful and I had high hopes it was something I could do for a while.

The first day at the location was a kind of orientation, and the guy who was training me was filled with warnings: the homeless will harass you; there are gun shots at night; don't park your car there... it was too much and after it was over I just never went back.

I did however have to return a ton of uniforms, etc. they had issued me. They sort of averted their eyes and said sorry it didn't work out for you.

I was hired as a VP at the Goodwill in the deep south. The "headquarters" was a converted Sam's Club. One of my direct reports was an old lesbian nun. The 18 other VPs and the CEO overused non-profit-speak full of jargon and strange initials for unimportant procedures and processes. It was a long couple of months. I went on to buy a company, worked it hard for several years, and retired comfortably at age of 59. Goodwill can suck it.

You were not kidding R6.....woof!

Whore. Then I married Donald.

The "great surprise" was an overpriced magazine subscription

I worked at the Ohio State fair for one day. Standing for 8 hours in an area that smelled like manure. I am shocked I lasted that long.

Credit card collection. Nasty business, I left two weeks after training. They would promise to drop off a payment, you’d have to file suit the following week when they failed to show.

High school. McDonald's. Assigned to "fry duty" for whole shift. Often, "whole shift" was about two hours, during the really busy part of the day. Left wearing, smelling, and tasting oil.

And when you need to answer your manager with a "yes," instead you are supposed to say "working"...I guess to remind you of what you're doing.

At least it motivated me to study hard.

My neighbor got an office job after a year of being unemployed. She got a new hairstyle, some new business casual clothes and some heels for her first day on the job. I happened to be driving past the office where she was working and to my utter surprise she was mowing the grass in the front of the building with a gas powered push mower while wearing high heels and a new dress. I began laughing so hard I nearly drove off of the road.

When I was in college I started a job working in an Aaron Brothers store, The person who hired me was supposed to train me, but was late that morning. It was awkward for me and the staff was rather unfriendly. 2 hours into the day I was told to take my lunch and the person that was supposed to train me would be there when I got back. I ended up taking my lunch and never going back.

also, took a job at a one hour photo place. I arrived about 30 minutes early. My new boss wasn't there yet. One of the employees called him to let him know I was there. The employee handed to phone to me, and the boss got really snippy with me because I had shown up too early. He told me to leave and come back in 20 minutes and he would be there. I ended up going home.

R22 I would have done the same thing. Why did you think you were special??

When I was a kid I was hired as a cook at a Pizza Hut. Within two hours the manager told me to put on the pizza costume and go outside and wave to cars. I was horrified. I went to throw out the trash and just went home thru the back.

#21 + #22 is my kinda person. I've done that at about 20 McJobs. Once I showed-up at a temp job and no one knew why I was there. Was told to "sit tight" over a couple hours. Went on a break and kept walking

R22 was being unreasonable by showing up at an entry level shift job 30 min early and expecting to begin immediately just because he was there.

Age 16 at a vegetable canning facility- Pea division. My job was to sort thru the cooling cans of cooked peas searching for those that didn't quite get cooked enough. Underdone --- the peas ferment and explode thru the can. The smell ... I lasted until lunch shift on day two.

My last film - no particular reason.

Governor of Alaska

R8 and r22 are HILARIOUS

At my last job the owners were (still are, probably) using client monies to cover payroll. We're talking $100,000 kind of money- if they get caught, somebody is going to to a three-year stretch with the Feds. It would be interesting if this post fell into the wrong, um, right hands.

Last year I got hired to work in a cannabis shop run by a nice gay couple. I applied for management but they said because of my inexperience I couldn’t be manager but I could be a budtender and it seemed like reasonable pay seeing as I was unemployed. I took the job and I was happy.

They hadn’t opened yet so I had to wait a few weeks. Then I had to fill out my official employment stuff and they asked what size shirt I took and I was sent a mock up of what my schedule would look like - the store was open from 9 in the morning until 10 PM at night and there would be like morning, mid day, and night shifts.

When I found out I could be doing 2-10 in a uniform shirt, I immediately went out and sought another job. Now I work in management for a beauty supply company that’s 9-5 with office hours schedule and holidays off! I couldn’t be happier.

But I stayed on their email list and they do fun activities like clean up trash on beaches on the weekends!

It’s not crazy or horrible, they were very nice people and it seems like a nice place but I definitely wouldn’t have fit in and would have been unhappy. I’m much happier being in an office full of gossiping women trying out beauty products.

I stayed at my worst job for 11 years.

When I was about 25 I got a job running all of the bars in a fairly large hotel, after about an hour I realised that they expected me to work 18 hour days/nights.

I said that I was going to the bathroom and disappeared out of the front door.

Must be horrible working for the gay in the gray sweater. I'd kick him in the balls of my check was late. Isn't that illegal?

Apparently Gordon is OK to work for, it's mainly the suppliers and customers he's a cunt with.

In college I signed on for a job that meant calling people and asking for confirmation of their primary phone number, or so I thought. I figured, if you can reach them by the phone number, then that confirmed it, and it should be easy enough. Instead, we were told to ask questions about who lived next door, addresses, home prices, all sorts of nosy stuff, and they were real shady about it. Went through orientation, made about 2 calls (most people weren't home) and left.

This thread just made me realise that I'd walked out on about 40 jobs in the first week before I was 30 years old.

Asbestos abatement one summer break in college, mid-80's. Small company whose owner's sons also worked there, so I figured it could not be too bad. I lasted four days. The first day, they dropped me off at an elementary school to brush off the asbestos on the pipes around the giant hot water heater. Full gear, but absolutely no training. Days 2-4, the owner loaded us in a van and drove us an hour to a high school. It was hot and humid, and the building was sealed with plastic wrap. We lay on scaffolds about a foot from the ceiling and used a wire brush in each hand to remove sprayed on asbestos from the ceiling. It was hellish. Despite drinking a liter of water during every break, I became dehydrated every day such that I lost about ten pounds every day at work. The pay was good, but I was between my junior and senior years of college and remember thinking that my life was shit. I no-showed on day five. Got a job at Frito-Lay the next week and stayed there the rest of the summer.

Stockboy at Kmart. I started in the summer. The managers were trashy abusive assholes. I lasted a couple weeks, walked out one day, walked across the highway and got a job at Marshalls. Which was a very pleasant HS job in the 70s.

I was working on a mag in SF as an editor; my boss was interfering and controlling. During my third week, the staff was sent on a weekend retreat. The first night the boss wanted to talk about my position and his expectations. He went on for a few minutes. I looked at him long and hard and said, "Why don't we just say I don't work for you anymore.? I checked out of the hotel, drove home in the middle of the night. Slept. Found a new job in a matter of days.

He hired me to do a job and he fucking had to get outta the way so I could do it. No regrets. He was an asshole.

I needed a job quickly one summer and got a job as a waiter in a Greek restaurant. They sent me home with a menu to study and it was overwhelming. I would never be able to describe or spell these items.

I called and lied, saying I was, regrettably, dyslexic and couldn’t make out the names of the dishes. Byyyeee!

I was hired as an actor/singer on Disney Cruise Line. I quit during rehearsals. Went back to NYC and booked a Broadway show.

Working on the grounds crew of a 3M chemical factory for a summer job.

Had to get up at 5:45 in order to be at the plant at 7 when my shift began.

God, I hated it.

On my last day, as I walked out to the parking lot, I thought “I will never work like this again.”

And I never have.

One summer when I was 16 I worked temporarily in a pickle factory. After a few weeks they moved all the seasonal pepper cutters from the shed into the factory building to stuff cucumbers into jars . Had to stand at the conveyor belt and start stuffing. There was slippery pickle juice all over floor. Very nasty environment to work in. Some people were working there full time supporting their families. I did it long enough to buy back to school clothes.

Starbucks mall kiosk, lasted 1 day.

I've only worked at a few places in my life. Guess I got lucky. The worst was my first job at a telemarketing company at 17 years old. They had us signing people up for trail subscriptions to magazines I think, in exchange for a gift card. There were a couple of assholes asking why I sounded like a woman and if I was gay. I ultimately went off script and made a ton of commission in a month before I left. My next job lasted 20 years.

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Making outbound satisfaction surveys after a customer dealt with an outsourced customer service call centre in India.

When I was in my mid-20s and just getting into acting in Chicago, an actress friend told me I could make money kind of like being a brand rep/demonstrator in store. She had a friend that booked people for her service. When I met with this woman, I should’ve known something was up because she acted like she was Louis B. Mayer giving me the opportunity of a lifetime. I can’t remember what it paid but she really made it seem like it was a casting and I’d gotten the part. It was promoting a suntan lotion or something in the cosmetics department at Bloomingdale’s. I went in on the day and reported to someone at a counter. They gave me a bag with a costume I was supposed to wear - which I knew about in advance - and I went to the bathroom to change. In the bag was a bathing suit - I think it was square cut or a speedo - that had clearly been worn by someone else who’d left behind pubic hairs, a cheap mesh tank top and super cheap plastic sunglasses. I stood there for a minute. I couldn’t subject myself to that kind of humiliation, certainly not in public. I left the bag in the bathroom and left, didn’t say anything to anybody and went home.

This woman left so many messages on my answering machine, she was so pissed, that I’d let her down, that I was unprofessional, etc. (which I wouldn’t argue with but she was just taking advantage of people). She finally said I had to phone her or else security at Bloomingdale’s was going to report me as being kidnapped. Right. I never phoned that bitch.

Was sent on a temp job which was in a weird industrial park area. Two women were in an empty suite of offices and sat me in one of them with a TV tray and phone. They were selling some kind of specialty kitty litter and when their ad would run on local TV the phone would start ringing and I'd fill out order slips. They literally forgot me the whole day. At some point I just got up and went to lunch and didn't even see them. I stayed the day but it was bizarre.

Walgreens. Worked one shift and quit. Boring and horrid. I enjoyed my high school job at McDonalds more than that.

"... asking why I sounded like a woman and if I was gay."

Just say your named is Marcella. I get more respect on the phone if I pretend I'm a big woman than a gay. It's all, "Yes, ma'am".

[quote] [R22] was being unreasonable by showing up at an entry level shift job 30 min early and expecting to begin immediately just because he was there.

Unreasonable? I wasn't expecting to begin working 30 minutes early, nor was I expecting the manager to be such an asshole over punctuality.

I worked on a TV series and the entire cast were fucking assholes. Left after 2 episodes and flipped everyone off.

I always arrive early. Looks much better.

R50 was it Pretty Litter? I just love the idea and concept of that shit!

Yes r53 you were in the wrong.

I was 18 when a friend and I got a job at a cloth factory as spotters for material flaws in bolts of cloths rolled by us on an assembly line. At lunch on the first day we smoked weed and made the welcome decision to not go back to work. No regrets.

R57 = Hobby Lobby store manager.

I once worked at a sailmakers in Santa Cruz California, AKA Silicon beach.. Beautiful place but all my money went to rent. The Loft was patrolled by a Mexican lady cartel who answered only to the boss. A self appointed strict protestant capitalist fundamentalist sect leader type. The Mexican ladies gossiped with a vengeance casting a vapor of oppressive stench on the operation. I was fired one day for no specific reason. It was the best thing that could have happened. When I hear the word Cunt I think of those women even now.

I had one job that where I just drove to the place on my first day, looked at it, then turned around and went home.

A stinky blowjob

How very cruel of you, r20.

R59….

Thanks r63!!

Private investigator for Townsend and Associates

I have two (tied for worst).

First one was a temp job at a factory that made popcorn balls. Sounds fun, right? The reality: the factory was housed in a former mushroom cave. The walls were wet and dripping and there was water all over the floors. We had to stand on duckboards to keep our feet out of the water. It was an assembly line with a giant popcorn popping machine that they'd feed fifty-pound sacks of popcorn kernels into. The popped popcorn then went into a huge kettle with corn syrup and whatever else, then the candied popcorn passed into a machine that molded the popcorn into balls or whatever holiday shapes they were making. This was October and they were molding popcorn ball bunnies for the following Easter (which gives you a hint as to how old those suckers are by the time they hit the store shelves). If anything, the break room cavern was even more dire than the assembly line cavern. Trash all over the floor and rats, too. We all had to take our breaks at the same time. They explained it was because the temps had a tendency to show up, work a few minutes, take a break and disappear. Yeah...coming back from break I slipped and fell onto the wet muddy floor. I worked out the shift and never went back.

Second worse job was also temping. This was at a student loan company. Told it would be office work, so I got all dressed up in a business suit. My, but those student loan company offices were plush. But that's not where we temps were sent. We ended up in the basement, another dark, dank environment with overhead wires cris-crossing the space and black plastic sheeting hanging off the wires to section the basement into cubicles, each with a 100-watt lightbulb hanging overhead. My job: filing death certificates from people with student loans outstanding, and also replies to dunning letters from people whose loans had gone into default.

It was so fucking depressing seeing how many people died so young, and how they died (mostly accidents and ODs). Worse were the semi-literate letters from the defaulters, all basically saying the same thing: "I only went to the Ace Barber College/Acme Beauty School/Shady School of Business for two weeks before I dropped out, so since I didn't finish, I don't owe you any money". These people didn't realize the crooked schools had taken all their loan money and now they were on the hook for thousands. I called the temp agency on my lunch break, told them I'd finish the day but I wasn't going back after that.

Korner oof Lenyng and Mayn. Baad baad korner

R67. How on earth could any food item produced in something called a mushroom cave, be fit fot human consumption?!

Aside from mushrooms...

I worked the streets

The summer after freshman year of college I had a good paying job working at Stouffer’s Food in Solon Ohio. The world’s biggest freezer was there. My job? Working on the production line for French bread pizza and macaroni and cheese.

Now compared to some of these stories, the working conditions weren’t too bad but the day shift started at 4 or 5 AM which was just too fucking early.

But I got to feed 25 pound blocks of mozzarella cheese into the shredders and collect the shredded cheese in a stainless steel hopper. I lasted a week.

[quote]R72 The summer after freshman year of college I had a good paying job working at Stouffer’s Food… My job? Working on the production line for French bread pizza and macaroni and cheese.

A veritable patron saint of fat whores who rejoice, doing meaningful work in the trenches!

I see nobody has posted working laundry at a nursing home yet.

Summer job cold-calling homeowners to sell them windows. I didn’t last long!

Did a man threaten to kill you r75?

I just thought of another one. I babysat for a couple while I was in college. I thought it would be a one time thing. Their house was disgusting. Moldy health food in the fridge, unpainted drywall, stuff piled everywhere. I felt sorry for the two little boys. They were very sweet. The mother kept reminding me she had connections in the field I was studying.

I babysat all day - and left starving - and figured they’d call when they needed me again.

The next morning I came back from a shower to a bunch of agitated messages on the answering machine. I swear they never told me to show up every day. Plus, they knew about my summer internship and my campus job. I didn’t have the balls to call them back and say what the hell.

That was a long time ago. For a while I wondered if it was me. Then I said screw it.

I worked at Wendy's my senior year in high school and the summer after graduation in an upper middle-class Northern suburb of Detroit - I LOVED it. I used to close and during that last summer I would make myself a double w/ cheese & bacon and take home apple dumplings and Frosty's, etc. I had a high metabolism, it didn't stick. Nice people.

The following summer I was at university in southern Ohio. Thought I'd make some extra money and work at Wendy's again (in addition to my day job on campus, doing administrative assistant work). It wasn't the same. The place was trashy and poorly managed, the people were nasty. I lasted less than two weeks.

About 15 years ago during the Great Recession I took a job described as "financial counselor". I needed a job so thought sure, okay, so long as they'll train me. Training was about 20 minutes, and the job was really about conning the elderly and/or gullible to buy our special tutorial on how to restructure debt which, once paid for, consisted solely of calling their credit card and asking for a rate reduction. That cost them $200. By Wednesday I was trying to decide if whether being homeless was better than this. Then Thursday I heard that my coworkers had not been paid in weeks, and one for a couple of months. They said they were owed so much that they just couldn't walk away. I was feeling sick to my stomach. Then came Friday when a former employee showed up unexpectedly and caused a scene in reception. The panicky office manager rushed us all out of the building fearing he had a gun. I quit on Monday and when I threatened to expose them they paid me my week's pay. I never felt dirtier, and I once took money for sex.

Housecleaner while I was in college. I lasted a day. The guy was a disgusting slob, owner of a big, beautiful Main Line house. Half eaten sandwiches on plates under the bedroom furniture, and so much laundry to be done that doing just that all day would barely have made a dent in it. And in the laundry room was the largest collection of obscure disco LPs that I could ever have imagined.

I have a second one. While in college freshman I worked ONE DAY as a busboy at a very fancy four-star French restaurant in Coral Gables (Miami). Everyone else there was a 10-20 years older than me, gay and for the most part creepy as fuck. The maitre'd insisted on being called "Sally". The work was not for me. But the gross out point came relatively early in the evening when I went to get fresh bread for a table. I open the bread drawer and yell out when I see a ginormous waterbug (big flying cockroaches in Florida) crawling over the bread. I slammed the drawer shut and call out to the waiter (who I was shadowing) that we needed to throw all the bread out. He laughed, opened the drawer and with his bare hand grabbed a few rolls, dropped them in the basket I was holding and told me to get back out there. I hate eating at restaurants.

I had a year in the 90s when I held eight jobs in one year. Can't remember any details but the market was wide open so I felt confident walking off good jobs...I would always find another one. Wow. How lucky was I to land on my feet?

Kmart, in the deli (when they had them in the 80's). I was 16. My first day, they set me to work washing dishes. Some ancient biddy got pissed because I actually was scrubbing the dishes and "taking too long." What grossed me out was that they would fill the sink with soapy water in the morning and wouldn't change it all day. So basically I was washing these large trays and I could reach into the water and pull out handfuls of gross food that would stay there all day. They wouldn't let me clean the sink out.

I went home, told my mom that I wasn't going back and how gross it was. She thought I shouldn't quit. I did anyway. Took my polyester tan pants and dark brown shirt back, got my paycheck which was like $15 for my first day and never went back.

Worked as "shift-lead" for a few months at what they called a "multi-purpose call center" but was really an answering service. They had converted an old ranch-style house living room into a phone bank with about 12 seats. The manager's offices were where the bedrooms would have been and the kitchen was the break room.

Each call that came in was different. One might be to page a doctor, another might be after hours apartment maintenance. We also did phone screenings for boner pills, lots of informercial stuff, and a few virtual secretary things.

I was young and it wasn't that bad... until I found out that a lot of the other employees were felons hired from half-way houses. One girl was an attempted murderer. Another dude was on his 6th DUI.

I had a foot out the door once I found out about the criminals, but when a cardiologist told me he was going to come down there and wring my neck for paging him on his day off, after explaining how very important he was and how he could kill me and not go to jail, I had enough. Finished out the week so I could get my paycheck then never went back.

You should have written that dick cardiologist's phone number on every bathroom wall in town.

Telemarketing selling coupon books. One trouble maker young dyke decided to try to get the place in trouble by calling the BBB. I joined forces with her because it felt dangerous and fun. I called the places where are coupons could supposedly be used. Restaurants, Dry Cleaners, Karate Studios and etc. None of them honored the coupons we were selling. What we didn't realize was our boss was monitoring calls for "quality control". He freaked out and went bananas on her. When she grabbed her purse and walked out, I followed her. Stupid in hind sight. I was 16.

R93, I have one word for you: UNION.

^^ R83

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