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Calamari  (Level: 12.4 - Posts: 249)
Thu, 4th Mar '10 7:52 PM


I'm getting such a kick out of everybody's response to their favorite car that I just had to ask this question. What was your crappiest job?

Mine is a tossup, and I'll chime in later once I've given some thought to it. But, the top contenders are:

1) Working the Grill at McDonalds during lunch rush (I'm 5'3", so the grease from the grill coated my contacts ...)
2) Working in the Financial Aid department of a community college before computers existed in the workplace ...
3) Detasseling corn in the hot, humid summer of Illinois with a bunch of 8th graders at the age of 27.

Alllllll RIGHTY then .. working with bitching 8th graders when I was 27 in the hot hot hot humid Illinois July suddenly got catapulted to the top of the list!


I'm dying to hear about your crappy jobs! Don't hold out on us now!

1mks  (Level: 220.9 - Posts: 5928)
Thu, 4th Mar '10 8:36 PM

I worked during Christmas vacation while I was in college as a clerk in the toy department of a major department store. I never will forget that job. I hated it with a passion. People would just drop their kids off there and that they would come back to pick them up.......after they had wrecked every display that had been put up. aaarrrggghhhhh

1mks  (Level: 220.9 - Posts: 5928)
Thu, 4th Mar '10 8:46 PM

Oh, how could I forget? I lasted one week at my first teaching job in downtown Dallas. I was hit over the head with a book, had a knife pulled on me, had my head lights broken out and told to keep my classroom door LOCKED. Hell, I didn't want to be locked in there with them. Absolutely awful, I was scared to death.

Lynnm  (Level: 237.8 - Posts: 2048)
Thu, 4th Mar '10 8:47 PM

I can't compete with either of those, but I really hated the 3 days I lasted as a telephone solicitor. I got hung up on, cursed, and screamed at all day long. It was a horrible experience.

M48ortal  (Level: 263.5 - Posts: 3846)
Thu, 4th Mar '10 8:51 PM

Strange you should use the word "crappiest." In 1969, my brand-new wife and I had just finished the summer college term and had three weeks until the fall semester started. We needed to make tuition money quickly, and the state fair was in town, needing many temporary employees. My wife got a job selling "Pineapple Whip" in an air-conditioned food booth. They handed me a shovel and told me where to find the cattle show barn.

I can assure you that all of these fat, sleek, blue-ribbon cattle were very well fed. My job was to keep the walk-way between the stalls and the show ring free of, shall we say, "carbon-based exhaust emissions." I had to put dry-cleaner plastic bags over my car seat and we rode home each day with every window of my '65 Barracuda (that started the car favorite thread) rolled down. I would drop my outer clothes at the back door and don a robe when we got home, then take a long hot shower while my wife fixed supper.

Mickeym  (Level: 88.2 - Posts: 1803)
Thu, 4th Mar '10 8:56 PM

Has to be pin setter at my college two lane bowling alley in the women's rec hall! You sat on a hump saddle between the two lanes, and students taking bowling classes were more interested in hitting the pinsetter than the pins! Also the pins jumped up to hit you. However, I was in the best shape of my life, as I jumped down to hand set the pins and return the balls. Did this for two hours twice a week....who needs aerobics?

Gotta admit I'm among the lucky people who've loved all the jobs I've ever had, otherwise. Fun among them was the elevator repair summer job where they let me dispatch to embassies with a language challenge. Imagine my horror when the caller said in answer to my question that 50 were stuck halfway up! Turned out it was their dumbwaiter and 50 dinners!!!!

M48ortal  (Level: 263.5 - Posts: 3846)
Thu, 4th Mar '10 10:24 PM

I forgot about another job (finally!). I was a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman for all of 8 days!

I lasted longer shoveling the real BS above than I did here. At least the cows didn't slam the door in my face. However, I did get to work with a cat-hating Cajun from Nyawleans.

Bigbird  (Level: 250.2 - Posts: 3345)
Thu, 4th Mar '10 11:22 PM

My very first summer job after high school graduation. I stupidly refused to use any of my parents' contacts, and instead got my job through the New York Times. Big mistake! Spent the summer crying from boredom as I typed index cards for a Linen Supply co. that was redoing its filing system - 4 aprons @17 ยข and stuff like that. The big thrill was when they taught me how to use the addressograph machine. I literally cried as I typed, but I was too proud to quit.

Virtus  (Level: 170.3 - Posts: 2493)
Thu, 4th Mar '10 11:23 PM

Can't compare with any of these. But I laughed so hard I cried. Thanks for the belly laughs!!

Salzypat  (Level: 162.6 - Posts: 5426)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 2:49 AM

My crappiest job was as city clerk in a small town. I lasted 6 weeks - 6 weeks of hell. It's a long story, but the short version is that I got caught in the middle of an orchestrated fiasco. In addition, I had to keep the former city clerk on as an employee, direct orders from the mayor.

But it turned out to be the best thing for me because I moved out of that town, went to college and got hired at the daily newspaper where I had some really good (and some not so good) years.

Jeannette  (Level: 115.1 - Posts: 1735)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 2:56 AM

iworking at a butchers for a month was like the general dogsbody had to clean as well grease all over yuk ,asked me to clean cellars up and didnt pay me for it
then wondered why i didnt go back ,i was polite informed them on last shift i wouldnt return
worked as a private cleaner she did same ask me to work right through no breaks because she had an appointment took money off sigh didnt go back there ,

Sargon  (Level: 112.9 - Posts: 1256)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 4:32 AM

Literally the crappiest job I ever had was working on a farm and scrapping crap off the floor before the cows were milked. It is amazing how it was possible to become accustomed to the smell.

Smoke  (Level: 96.7 - Posts: 12009)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 8:19 AM

Pocket checker at a dry cleaner. Think about it. Two weeks.

Ladyvol  (Level: 212.9 - Posts: 5673)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 9:11 AM

Mine has to be when I worked for two weeks as a sewer in a garment factory sewing labels on underwear! Talk about boring...didn't make much money at it either as it was production work! I still cannot sew! LOL

Felix  (Level: 109.3 - Posts: 2500)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 9:34 AM

Chicken Debeaker.

Smokydevil  (Level: 163.0 - Posts: 5381)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 9:42 AM

Well, I once took a job moving heavy rocks across somebody's yard by hand to build a wall. Horrible, but at least the job only lasted a day! The worst job that I took though, imo, was several I could list during my short time as a nurses aide. Horrible profession imo, cleaning up puke, changing dirty diapers, and I don't know if nurses are always PMS'ing or what but I wouldn't wish that job on anybody.

Smoke  (Level: 96.7 - Posts: 12009)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 10:15 AM

Dunno if you're kidding, Felix, but the shortest job I know of was when my teenaged brother got a job at a big industrial chicken farm, and the first task he was given was to smother hundreds of baby chicks in plastic garbage bags. Job lasted maybe 10 minutes and he was unemployed again. He called my mom to come back and get him before she made it back to the house. It's like 30 years ago and it still makes him shudder when he tells it.

Felix  (Level: 109.3 - Posts: 2500)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 10:16 AM

The hardest part was holding on to those tiny needle nose pliers.

Donden  (Level: 112.5 - Posts: 2127)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 10:18 AM

Shoveling molding sand from a boxcar to a holding bin at my grandads foundry one wheelbarrow at a time. I got paid $25 per boxcar back in '53 when I was 16. That was one summer that I was glad to see come to an end and get back to school.

Tazmaniac72  (Level: 196.2 - Posts: 213)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 11:09 AM

I spent part of my senior year in high school doing weekend work at a local fried chicken restaurant. Hopefully some things I seen going on don't happen now, with so much more scrunity from the FDA...... I had to make biscuits for part of the day, and then clean out nasty chicken fryers. I quit when it had become really cold during the winter, and the pipes in the back of the store ruptured, causing several inches of freezing water to be on the floor, and I was made to clean most of it up myself. I was supposed to work the next the weekend, but that day was enough for me.

Felix  (Level: 109.3 - Posts: 2500)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 11:51 AM

Thanks Taz. You reminded me that my parents managed a KFC when I was a pre-teen. I made biscuits and tried to fart a lot to drown out that awful chicken fat smell. Sheeeeeeeze. I may not sleep for days.

Mickeym  (Level: 88.2 - Posts: 1803)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 12:23 PM

very funny, but you didn't really do it by hand did you? They've got a machine for that! Ann

Felix  (Level: 109.3 - Posts: 2500)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 12:33 PM

Now you tell me!

F5laur  (Level: 31.1 - Posts: 823)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 3:09 PM

Being a dental hygienist. After 2 years of college for this, it only took me 5 months before I quit that job. Some people have really discusting mouths and sometimes need a specimen taken to check for certain diseases. But finding things that swim on a lab slide was NOT anything I learned in college about! I left the patient in her seat, told the dentist that I quit, and went home!

Irishpainter  (Level: 165.7 - Posts: 224)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 5:03 PM

Working for my uncle who was a butcher. I had to go to his boiler house in the morning time before school and scrap the skin off cows stomachs to make tripe. They would be boiling hot and the smell could knock a horse. Needless to say the smell got onto me as well so even though I'd change into my school uniform i'd still be stinking to high heaven. No deodorant could kill that rancid smell o+(. Ah the days of my youth me @rse

Suzer22  (Level: 166.3 - Posts: 1982)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 7:00 PM

I actually enjoyed being a substitute teacher for several years except for one day when I subbed for the an Agriculture class in a rural middle school. The teacher had left a film for me to show. I put it in the machine and watched with the first class - it was about a horse giving birth. When they showed the vet giving the horse an episiotomy those pre-teens were utterly grossed out and I was horrified!

I refused to show it to the other classes during the day - we just sat around and colored pictures! There's no way that teacher had previewed that film for those kids - he just pulled out anything to leave for the sub. Idiot!

Osuzannacollage  (Level: 132.1 - Posts: 1299)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 7:20 PM

The absolute worst job I ever had was also one of my first. My high school friend's father owned a local cemetery, and he hired Nancy (his daughter) and me to deliver Christmas presents to every preacher within an hour's drive of my hometown. The size of the package of fresh unshelled Georgia pecans depended on the size of the church, and the list of reverends was coded with a number that indicated such. You'd never believe how many churches were located in our area, which included parts of Alabama.

Here's the problem. Neither of us could read a map to save our lives. Nancy was the head honcho, and I was her peon. She drove and I attempted to navigate. It was a disaster, and actually effected our friendship in a negative way for quite some time afterwards. It was truly a case of the blind leading the blind. What should have taken three days ended up taking up our entire Christmas vacation. Her father was constantly telling us of his disappointment and frustration with our efforts, and we dreaded informing him of our daily "progress" with the pecans.

I still can't read a map. If it's possible to get lost, I probably will. Still love those pecans, but will never again spend my vacation loading up heavy bags of them and driving around in circles with an upside down map. On the positive side, I did earn five dollars a day -- a small fortune back then. And Nancy and I are again on speaking terms, although we rarely see each other.

Fudypatootie  (Level: 207.0 - Posts: 1302)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 7:21 PM

Man, I thought I'd had some bad times as telephone solicitor and waitress back in my college days, but they just don't compare to some of these stories.

Bbear  (Level: 168.0 - Posts: 2297)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 8:04 PM

How on earth does one debeak a chicken? Is is dead or alive when it is debeaked. Inquiring bears want to know.

And, if you use everything on a pig except its squeal, do you use everything on a chicken except is beak?

Bbear  (Level: 168.0 - Posts: 2297)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 8:07 PM

In high school I worked at a Green Giant canning factory outside of Madison Wisconsin from Early June Peas through Cabbage (sauerkraut) i.e end of May until October. $1.60 and hour but.....

workman's comp for the winter to the tune of about 50 bucks a week. sweet.

Disgusting filthy natsy smelly. Don't eat canned veggies.

Kaufman  (Level: 269.7 - Posts: 3943)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 8:15 PM

If a debeaked chicken walks into a pharmacy and buys some Chapstick, how does it pay for it?

Just wondering ...

Felix  (Level: 109.3 - Posts: 2500)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 8:35 PM

The chicken beak is an aphrodisiac in many parts of Illinois.

Bbear  (Level: 168.0 - Posts: 2297)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 10:20 PM

Why does a debeaked chicken cross the road?

Osuzannacollage  (Level: 132.1 - Posts: 1299)
Fri, 5th Mar '10 11:06 PM

So he can't hear a tree falling in the woods.

Mickeym  (Level: 88.2 - Posts: 1803)
Sat, 6th Mar '10 9:30 PM

Sorry to tell you folks, but debeaking is just like nail trimming, just a little off the end and it grows back -- job security. Otherwise they peck each other to death. The quickest way to become a vegetarian is to visit a chicken "farm" factory!

Calamari  (Level: 12.4 - Posts: 249)
Sat, 6th Mar '10 10:21 PM

I forgot about the week that I spent working in a convenience store ... similar to a 7-11 at the tender age of 18. As a non-smoker, I was completely befuddled by all of the varieties of cigarettes ... longs, shorts, fats, skinnies, boxes, soft packages, filters ... non filters! OMG! The cigarettes were behind the counter, and it was my job to somehow find the exact combination of filters/lengths/widths/brands desired by the customer. I used to just ask people what color the cigarette package was. It was horrifying for everyone involved.

I think the management was relieved when I turned in my notice ... LMAO!

Lynnm  (Level: 237.8 - Posts: 2048)
Sat, 6th Mar '10 11:14 PM

Wait, wait, I'm not letting it pass - people in Illinois eat chicken beaks?

Felix  (Level: 109.3 - Posts: 2500)
Sun, 7th Mar '10 7:32 AM

Yes. Most grind them to a fine powder and mix with their snuff.

Mickeym  (Level: 88.2 - Posts: 1803)
Sun, 7th Mar '10 8:41 AM

Felix, do they only use pullets? My leg hurts from being pulled so much! Ann

Amyt  (Level: 142.8 - Posts: 240)
Sun, 7th Mar '10 8:48 AM

I worked as a cashier at a grocery store when I was in college. On one particular night, the bakery person didn't show up so I was placed back there. I had to "close" the bakery--wrapping/sealing the leftover pastries in plastic dishes. I had no idea what I was doing--the conveyer belt kept moving them towards me (kind of like the Lucille Ball episode with the candy) and I couldn't get them to seal properly. I had chocolate all over me. I guess they had to throw everything out the next day.

Artcr1715  (Level: 100.1 - Posts: 165)
Mon, 8th Mar '10 8:26 PM

Try working as a roofer's assistant in a southern Louisiana summer. The temp. on the ground was around 95 degrees. Add about
10 degrees on the roof while climbing up a ladder with 50 Lbs. packs of shingles on one shoulder. I managed to do that for one week and I was done!

M48ortal  (Level: 263.5 - Posts: 3846)
Tue, 9th Mar '10 3:50 PM

I worked for 30 days in a pizza parlor my junior year of college. Less than half of minimum wage, only two employees to do everything, and college town, so tips were nonexistent. We mixed the "secret ingredients" for the sauce in new 30-gallon galvanized garbage cans. Pour in tomato sauce, add bag of unlabeled secret powder, and break up the clumps with your hands. After I left, I noticed that my "stirring arm" had less hair on it than the other one.

Took a while before I wanted another pizza.

How about you?

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