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Max
Moderator
08-12-2000
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 8:35 am
I did computer work for a couple who ran a dance competition company. THey worked out of their basement. They fought constantly and in front of whoever happened to be there. They were very nasty to each other. Both their mothers worked for them, too, doing things like helping with mailings and cleaning the house. They treated their moms like dirt, cussing and yelling and screaming at them just like they did each other. This went on daily and even kept up when the copy repair guy was there. It was extremely stressful and embarrassing. I was very happy when I found a different job. When I gave notice, they got very angry and at first said I needed to work the two weeks, but a couple days later, she called me into her "office", handed me a check and told me to get out. I was SOOOO happy to be out of there!
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Cndeariso
Member
06-28-2004
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 8:49 am
i worked one week as cashier at a scap yard. there was no heat (it was november) and so much stuff piled up in the office there was only a path. no bathroom. they wanted me come in and be set up at the window by 8 by not clock in until 8. they wanted me to stay until everything was balanced out after the last customer but clock out at 5. the government has since shut them down as a toxic waste dump.
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Vee
Member
02-23-2004
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 8:52 am
Adven, you scamp, you! Worst job? Cleaning 23 toilets a day for three months.
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Twiggyish
Member
08-14-2000
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 9:07 am
Worst job working for a realtor who was a heavy drinker. It was a shame because he was a very talented salesman. I'm very happy to be doing what I love now! 
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Hukdonreality
Member
09-29-2003
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 9:10 am
I've never had a horrible job. As a 15-16 year old, I cleaned motel rooms, and at 17 I washed dishes at a restaurant. Many people would hate those sort of jobs, but I didn't!
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Shadoe
Member
11-04-2004
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 9:29 am
I don't think I have ever hated any of my jobs but the first one I had when I moved to Vancouver was putting together fabric swatches to be displayed at bedding shops. I was there for about 3 weeks until I found another office job. I never quit, I just never went back there.
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 9:43 am
((((Adven)))) OMG...you are the funniest thing on two feet!!! If you ever write your...ahem..."memoirs" please keep me in mind for a signed advance copy!!! (Oh and please include lots of piccies!) Chambermaid...managed to hack it for an entire six months.
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Eeyoreslament
Member
07-20-2003
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 10:19 am
Adven, I like that you called your show "epic". Nice touch. I've never really hated my jobs, although I've gotten fed up with a couple, and just never went back. I worked once for the Iranian family-owned bar on our night-club strip, and he would actually swear at you in front of customers, and if customers would say anything, he'd kick them out. LOL. I am convinced it is a money laundering operation, because it is located RIGHT on the most popular block of bars downtown, and they didn't get enough business to truly be able to make the rents that are charged in that area. I think that's also why he didn't give a crap about the customers. That was one where I just never went back. Only worked there 3 months.
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Auntiemike
Member
09-17-2001
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 10:23 am
I think I picked the beans from the field you weeded, Heyitslori. I was 12 years old and earning money for a bicycle. Hated getting there by 6 a.m. and picking pounds and pounds of beans for mere pennies. There must have been a lesson in it somewhere however as it developed work ethic and stick-to-itiveness.
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Marysafan
Member
08-07-2000
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 10:38 am
Hands down...my worse job being a nurse's aide on the pediatrics floor of our regional hospital. My very first patient was a most adorable seven year old boy, who had leukemia when having leukemia was a death sentence. Dealing with sick and dying children on daily basis was more than my tender heart could stand. The last straw was when I was caring for the cutest 8 month old baby girl. Her mother never came to visit, and her father was an airman overseas. I spent as much time with her as possible. She had a broken arm. She was back 4 months later, and I was assigned to take her down for X-rays because I was the only one she felt safe with...for some reason she responded to me. She had multiple fractures this time...and died a few days later. The mother was arrested. I went home and cried so hard and so much, that my father told me that they weren't paying me enough to suffer that much, and no job was worth that much pain. I resigned the next day and went to work in our local hospital on the surgical wing.
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Seamonkey
Moderator
09-07-2000
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 11:15 am
For my real jobs, I never had a job I hated, but a couple of bosses who made life unbearable and quitting wasn't an option. Worst non-paid job, when my Dad decided we had to re "paint" our wooden fence, which had a very intricate design, with LOG OIL.. UGH. Scariest and saddest was babysitting for a rich spoiled couple and I happened to sit the night she went into labor (after I had gone home) and in less than a week they hired me to sit for their less than week old infant and the hyperactive two year old The mom just couldn't bear to stay home and they stayed out 13 hours. I never sat for them again.
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Pamy
Member
01-02-2002
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 12:12 pm
LOL Adven! that made my day!! my worst job..putting make up on butts
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Calamity
Member
10-18-2001
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 1:00 pm
One summer I worked as a cashier at a convenience store. The highlight of the week was when the cigarettes were delivered because I got to take a break from the register to sort the brands and put the packs in the overhead racks. But it also caused me this moral quandary as I despise cigarettes and so felt like a total sell-out. Although actually you have to be 21 to legally sell them. I also had to deal with printing lottery tickets and selling the instant tickets. I know this sounds snobby but customers who most likely never passed their third-grade math class had elaborate systems for deciding which instant ticket they wanted (there's a code at the bottom of each ticket and they'd make me read all of the d*mn numbers to them before they'd pick which ones they wanted). And then there were the folks who'd buy their tickets and scratch them off, right at my counter, as I'd try to ring up the next customer. When they lost (poor saps), they'd just leave them there instead of throwing the tickets away. And I don't even want to think about the byzantine methods for cashing in a winning a ticket. I did have an elderly man give me a ten dollar tip after he won a thousand dollars though. It almost always pays to be nice to the old folks. And about once a month a pair of folks from the lottery commission would come in with a locked stainless steel briefcase that was handcuffed to one of their wrists. It contained the new rolls of instant tickets. Once I asked them about the silvery substance on the tickets that rubs off to reveal the prizes and such. They said they didn't know what it was but they could try to find out. Did I want them to? "Oh yes!", I replied and they looked really worried. They never again came in when I was scheduled to work. And there was a deli department and people would always ask me if the "corned beef was good today?". How the heck would I know? I'm a vegetarian. And as I suspected the manager would frown on me detailing the nutritional deficiences of the white bread pizza rolls that sat under a heat lamp all day, I just dreaded any questions about the food. Oh, I did learn - kind of - what antipasto was. I saw one of the other girls mixing up a batch of it. It was a mixture of the end pieces of all sorts of different deli meats and then she squirted bottled Italian salad dressing all over it. *Bleck* Anyway, I came to the conclusion that "antipasto" was sort of slang for "not pasta". Sort of like the anti-Christ, you know. I later learned that wasn't correct though. I also got to sell tabloid newspapers to lonely women and dirty magazines to, I presume, lonely men. It was all quite depressing. And the store's speakers played a horrible light rock station that repeated the same songs over and over again. I remember blurting out in absolute frustration to the girl in the deli, "Forty-six minutes! They played this same song only forty-six minutes ago!". Yes, I watched the clock while I was working there. P.S. This isn't meant to be a knock against convenience stores!
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Karen
Member
09-07-2004
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 1:34 pm
Calamity, I worked in a store almost exactly as you described above! Worst part of that -- I had the closing shift, 3 - 11. Store closed at eleven, and the last bus home came a block away at 11:14. I had three tills to cash out, an alarm to set, and a bus to catch in 14 minutes. By the end of my year there, I'd get to the bus stop with two or three minutes to spare, LOL. My absolute worst job, though... I spent three months as the manager of an adult video store. Don't ask.
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Nickovtyme
Member
07-29-2004
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 2:24 pm
When I was 15 and 16 years old...I worked on a chicken crew. In the evenings we traveled around to different chicken houses in the area...there were about 10 of us, if everybody showed up to work...and we took the old laying hens out of the chicken house, loaded them on a truck to go to the soup factory. It was a nasty, smelly job and the pay was terrible...being a teenager, I was willing to work for any money. Sometimes we would clean a chicken house out one night, then the next night bring fresh new laying hens to replace the old ones. It was hard work and you always had to work in the evening and there were many times I seen the sun come up.
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Rupertbear
Member
09-19-2003
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 2:25 pm
(((((Marysafan)))))...sweetie, I can only imagine the anguish working on the pediatric ward must have caused you. I've heard from a friend that the children's ward and the burn unit have the two highest turnover rates in a hospital due to emotional distress for the nurses.
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Babyruth
Member
07-19-2001
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 4:42 pm
It's a toss up between two of the jobs I had when I was a college student... a) motel maid. (eewww! Yuck!) b) mail sorter at a magazine subscription center. (Borrrrring!)
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Costacat
Member
07-15-2000
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 5:03 pm
Calamity, "antipasto" means hors d'œuvre in Italian. And it's literal translation is "before the meal" (not "before the pasta"). (A true antipasto will not have lettuce in it, either!) Just FYI... To the question... I've never really had a bad job. I once worked for a mom/pop ad agency, and they tried to screw me by not paying taxes. But I learned a lot at that agency, moved on to another one, and eventually began my current career. So I can't say it was all bad.
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Herckleperckle
Member
11-20-2003
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 5:13 pm
My son's weekend-only paper route. Need I explain? And Babysitting (in junior high) for this one family with 3 little ones whose house always smelled of pee. The kids were always sick; there were never sheets on the kids' beds. I'd be asked to wash the dishes in the sink--blech. (I finally got smart and stopped accepting any babysitting job offered just to make some spending money.)
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Mocha
Member
08-12-2001
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 5:24 pm
I was a Winnie the Pooh. Nuff said.
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Babyruth
Member
07-19-2001
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 5:50 pm
Not NEARLY enuff, Mocha!! Tell us more!!!
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Irishtxgrl
Member
12-07-2005
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 8:02 pm
haven't really had a bad job...had bad work environments but not a bad job
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Seamonkey
Moderator
09-07-2000
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 9:00 pm
{{{Mocha}}} I had a friend who was Mickey Mouse and while he did enjoy much of it, he hated being kicked and abused by kids..
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Herckleperckle
Member
11-20-2003
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 9:03 pm
<My son was a bagel--had to stand and wave at cars.>
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Mameblanche
Member
08-24-2002
| Saturday, February 04, 2006 - 9:04 pm
I admire people who can work as restaurant waitstaff. In my 20's I tried it (3x in my life), and believe me that was such a bad fit it was a combo of pathetic and hilarious. Twice behind the counter, and once in a restaurant. (I never lasted more than a shift or two. And was glad of it.) Same deal with cashiers. I use the OTHER side of my brain, not the one that works with numbers and cash. Anyhow, I worked at 2 different movie-theatres when I first moved here. A couple of times I accidentally gave someone a 20 for a 10, (Ya gotta know they musta loved me!) And of course I was short at the end of the day. So of course I was turfed. I was so upset because I was worried the big boss thought I had taken the money. But his assistant said, trying to quell my tears, 'oh no honey, he doesn't think you're a crook, just stupid!' (And I was so relieved, I actually felt better. LOL) I've never worked with money again. Too nervous. I always think its a good thing to know your weak points as well as your strong ones.
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