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Kapow

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 10:45 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I took care of lab rats in college. Cleaned cages and gave them little rat baths. What was your worst job?

Earthmother

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 10:56 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Looks to me like you have the same job now, you're just watching them instead..lol


My worst job was pre-school teacher: "he looked at me", "he hit me", "I'm gonna tell my mom".whine, whine, whine. I hated it because I wanted to tell them "if he looks at you stick your tonge out", "hit him back" and "go ahead and tell her ya little sh*t."

Countrymeadow

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 11:00 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Josh just walked in the HRD and was asked about his worst job. He said it was a telemarketing scam he was involved with. He started to explain how they would "sell" computer cleaning supplies to schools...etc, then make the packages so damaged that the companies received " not deliverable" notices.......then FOTH.

LMAO...BB doesn't want any more reputations tarnished in that house.

Earthmother

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 11:02 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
too late..lol

Gentoo

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 11:05 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I took after lab rats. That isn't a bad job! I enjoyed it. In fact, I look fondly upon it. They were all nice lil critters. Even the ones that we did brain operations on. It was always sad when we had to gas them at the end of their experiments.

I've had many jobs. Many which could be considered pretty awful.

One favourite was when I worked at the recycling centre, and my job was basically to stand on a giant conveyor belt and seperate garbage from cardboard. We found many things on that belt, from old porno mags, to a fully functioning VCR, to a deer head full of maggots (which I had to lit off the belt).

My other glorious (or not so glorious) job was groundskeeper at a cemetary. I was to have the lawn taken care of by Sunday morning and being the lazy person I am, I never did it until Saturday afternoon/night. One night, when I was weed wacking, this friend of mine decided to visit me. He thought it would be funny to sneak up behind me and tap me on the shoulder. He almost lost his face.

Fun stuff eh?

Scorpiomoon

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 11:08 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I was a chambermaid for six months.

I learned that people are vile, dirty and disgusting creatures. :)

Snee

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 11:08 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
aaah! earthmother, i get that with my grade 7's! are your 8's so much more refined, or what? (oh, and i want to tell them that too!)

my worst job was working for the big ferry corporation between vancouver and vancouver island. thousands of nice people would come through every day, but there were too many who cursed me out because the ferry was full or it had left (on time) without them. 'BRING BACK THAT FERRY, YOU BLANKETY BLANK!' and you wouldn't imagine how miserable people are on christmas day. it's my birthday and, even though i worked it, i was always upbeat and wished people happy holidays. one old man reported me because he had missed his ferry and thought i was mocking him. my supervisor was cute--told me to quit being so g'dd@mn charitable!

Wcv63

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 11:11 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I had a job as the "talking bear" in a little house around Christmas at the mall. The little house was stuffy, small and claustrophobic and I had to sit in there for hours.

I also had a job where I had to dress like a giant baby in a huge foam suit and walk around the mall. The costume was hot and suffocating. I kept having to run into clothing stores and take the head off in the dressing room so I could breathe.

Once I served strawberry daiquiries at a concert. Once. I was red and sticky from head to foot at the end, the machine kept freezing up and my tips were peanuts in comparison to the beer vendors.

I had a lot of jobs starting from age 14. :)

Snee

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 11:11 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
gentoo and scorpio, you've got me beat! (i did have to clean toilets all over the terminal one one year. yay!)

Earthmother

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 11:15 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
not more refined Snee but when they have a problem they just beat the crap out of each other, take the suspension and it's a done deal. They never threaten to tell their mother because I tell them "no, let me tell your mother. Get her on the phone right now."

Lurknomore

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 11:27 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I spent one of the best summers of my life at Michigan State. I went for a 4 week class and stayed the entire summer. Problem was the dorm director found out and I either had to be a current student or working on campus. They were desperate to hire someone so I worked out a deal that I'd work for 2 weeks and they would say I was employed the rest of the summer. My glorious job? A maid at a college Entomologist convention. These people had rooms filled with DEAD BUGS. BLECHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Oh it was just disgusting. All sorts of display cases.

Of course I had never made a bed with anything but a fitted sheet in my life. My boyfriend had to teach me how to do it.

Scorpiomoon

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 11:32 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Oh man, I am loving this thread!

Marymc

Sunday, August 04, 2002 - 11:33 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
i worked the dirty tray conveyor belt in the campus dining hall while i was in college. when the guys found out when i was working, they would send back creative sculptures. (i was an art student)....the worst was hot dog and mashed potato night.

Snee

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 12:16 am EditMoveDeleteIP
EWWWWWWWWWW! okay, it's getting difficult going from the food favourites thread to this (often) gross one!

(earthmother, the 8's at my school are actually the same way if i think about it--more action, less whining. hehehe, i've done the phone thing too.)

Guiltyviewer

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 03:00 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Snee and Earthmother----had to laugh at your descriptions...if you teach those ages, you must be so familiar with sex talk, poor hygiene, shallow romances, back-stabbing liars!! No wonder you're addicted to BB...school's out!!
(have to thank you both for your fabulous humor...can always count on chuckles when I read your posts. Puh-leeze don't give up the addiction yet...I couldn't bear our wonderful boards without ya!)

Trulyscrumtious

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 03:03 am EditMoveDeleteIP
I dropped outta High School in my last year, moved to the city and got a job in a Butcher Shop. it was the vilest, most disgusting place I had ever set foot in. I was never too big on meat in the first place, but 8 hours after the start of my first shift there, I became a full fledged vegetarian, and have never looked back.

I shoulda known better really, I spent the summer at my grandparents farm once (at 7 years old) and was never able to touch anything having to do with chicken ever again, lol.

Anyways, it was an awful job where I had to see awful things. School, no matter how bad it got, was never anything like THAT. So I went to night school and got a degree, actully two of em, lol. I guess crappy jobs are good for something. :)

Catbowl

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 03:14 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Worked in a hospice for 10 years. Won't tell ya the gory stuff but will share my most unique moment. A guy was admitted and wanted total privacy. He had a couple months to live we figured. Once I went in his room to check on him when he first came in and found him totally nekkid. He yelled at me not to come in at all. OK...so for the rest of his stay I didn't. Then one night the door was open and the light on. I peeked around the corner and saw him sitting on the toilet nekkid...asleep. Ohhhhh boyyyyy...do I wake him up and get him upset? Or just leave him? I went to an authority higher up..the charge nurse. She told me to wake him up. I went in there and then went...uhhh ohhhhh...sure enough..he had passed away on the toliet perfectly balanced with a wad of toilet paper still clutched in his hand....totally nekkid.

Auntkk

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 06:23 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Mine would be a toss-up. One job was working in Waldenbooks. My job was to walk up to every person that entered the store and ask, "What book can I help you find?" The other bad job was working at Roy Rogers fast food chain scrubbing toilets. I was hired as a cashier, but mostly I scrubbed toilets and urinals and the floor. Does it get any worse?

Bigd

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 07:51 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I worked at a restaurant opening on Easter Sunday dressed in a rabbit suit. The suit was hot and smelly and it seemed like the people were ticked off that I was there. Some guy (grown man) kept sneeking up behind me and saying "I'm gonna kill the wabbit, the wabbit" (Elmer Fudd) It was not enjoyable.

Draheid

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 07:54 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I worked cleaning a movie theater on a military base in Germany for a short time ... I wished they would have installed drains at the front of the theater and let me just hose it down with a firehose...

Mystery

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 07:58 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Okay, I'm ashamed to admit it but when I glanced at the title of this thread I completely misunderstood the kind of "jobs" being discussed.

Snee

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 08:07 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
i think i need to add another EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

guiltyviewer, maybe THAT'S what it is--withdrawl!

mystery, BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Lurknomore

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 08:08 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Mystery...follow my instructions closely for your soul's sake. TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF THE KEYBOARD AND STEP BACK FROM YOUR COMPUTER. When you return do NOT, I repeat DO NOT, turn on the BB feeds until you are cleansed. You have clearly been watching wayyyyyyyyyyy WAYYYYYYYY too much of these sex crazed, pimple picking perverts. I'd suggest a few days of ONLY watching feeds with Jason on it before getting back to full time addiction. Dr. Lurk has spoken :)

Mystery

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 08:10 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I know, I'm so ashamed! I'm going to go away right now and do something wholesome.

Reader234

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 08:21 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
ROFLOL!!

Its hard to think of a worst job for me!! (now my mind keeps going back to the summer in IN I was supposed to work at this small amusement park, privately owned... I had to do rest. work, sell Tshirts, and of course try and get the people to play those dumb games!!! They (the owner) actually tested you by giving you more money in your apron than you signed out (they banked you I think $20, but put in like $40) if you passed this (unbeknownest to this naive kid anyway!!) stupid test you got "promoted" I quit right after!!! I Hated this job!!

I confess to LOL at Earthmother, as I too experienced preschool teaching, my worst day was when a 3yr mom didnt see her child in the line from the playground... (I had been at the doc w/ my own kid and joined the class at recess) ended up the boy had gotten locked in the bathroom (fire doors, tiny boy) and it also turned out the boy had been abused a few months earlier, AND he had had heart surgery as an infant!! I couldnt take the pressure of the preschool teacher... NOW I ....


SUBSTITUTE TEACH!!! roflol, and my fav is 5-8th grade!! actuallly I really LOVE it!!! So many stories, and so many kids (and teachers) that need me!!! So you see, its

to each his own!!

Earthmother

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 08:47 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Thank you guilty viewer...and yes the hgs this year remind me of my 13 year olds. Same behavior but I can control mine.

Reader234..ohhhh subbing is hard they are always testing the limits. Most subs at my school threaten to send them to me if they don't behave. lol

Wcv63

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 08:48 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Come to think of it, my worst jobs of all time were unpaid.

We lived down at the end of this reeeaaaaallllyyyy long dirt road that didn't have a turn around at the end for several months. I had back out down this reaaaaalllllyyyyy long dirt road every day. If you went a little to the left or a little to the right you would get stuck in soft mud. Pushing my car out of this mud has got to qualify as one of the worst things I ever had to do. And I had to do it a lot. I'm not too good at going straight backwards.

At least 2 times a week I would end up covered in mud, cursing like a sailer and kicking my car like a crazed lunatic. Then I would have to go back home and shower and change before I could leave the house again. Once again...down a reaaaaaalllllyyyyy long dirt road. Backwards.

Onlyhuman

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 09:33 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I spent summers gathering eggs on a chicken ranch. Picture rows and rows of hens in cages with chicken sh*t piled up to your waist. Now add 100 degree temperatures. Imagine the smell...the flies...the annoying clucking. It would take two hours in the morning to gather 100 flats of eggs and another 2 hours in the afternoon. It felt like two years!

snee & earthmother, I teach preschool through highschool aged students...I know exactly what you're talking about!

Earthmother

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 09:41 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
ewwwww Onlyhuman..you got my vote for icky job..

Jane_Bond

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 09:51 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Well, let's see, there was the job in highschool at a catering company. I would work the weekend student shift where all of us young folks would stay behind after all the catering's were finished (and the dishes brought back) and we'd wash the dishes and put them away. There would be a crew of 5 or 6 of us and 2 people would work the dirty end, 1 would spray the stuff before it went into the washer, 2 of us would load the cleaned dishes into crates and one guy would stack the loaded crates.

I worked the dirty end once and forever refused to do it again when I realised that by the time we started doing the dishes, the first load had returned at least 4 hours pervious from a catering. That meant that the flys had enough time to lay eggs in the food and those eggs had enough time to hatch into disgusting squirmy maggots!

Handling glassware that's just been washed (immediately after it leaves the washer) was an exercise in mind over matter as the washing water was set to about 150 degrees to erradicate any bacteria! HOT!

Jake

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 11:04 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I equate my worst jobs with eejit bosses I couldn't STAND to work for anymore. So my bad job experiences there were physically mild compared to some I've read out here.

I had to laugh at Wcv63's jobs. What a hoot! *lol*

Like Scorpiomoon, I was a maid in a no-tell motel one time and I agree, some of these folks can be incredibly gross!

I guess the job I really didn't want to do again was when I was a manager-in-training for a hotel. I had to work every department in the hotel and housekeeping was a breeze compared to working for the security detail. We often had bomb threats and it was security's duty to seriously search for anything out of the ordinary in the public domains of the hotel. I was assigned the ladies' rooms. I had to search every nook and cranny (of the BATHROOM, the BATHROOM! *rotflmao*) to find a possible bomb. For someone with no experience in this field, I can tell you I was pretty scared.

Cathie

Monday, August 05, 2002 - 11:41 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
My worst job was in the pet deparment of a local department store. Aside from it being a pretty grungy job, the absolute worst was when I was assigned one evening to clip the wings on parakeets so they could sell them as young birds that were tame and wouldn't fly away (actually the secret is to clip only one wing so they are off-balance and can't fly until the feathers grow back out). To top it off, they didn't want me to do it out in the open so they set me up in the kitchen of the snack bar because it had already closed for the night. Knowing how many of the birds escaped and flew around free for a few hours, I never ate in that snack bar again.....

Ellenkats

Tuesday, August 06, 2002 - 06:34 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Can't compete with some of these. For me, shoe store. Before I began the job, I actually thought it would be a cool job since I love shoes. I erred. Esp in late afternoon/evening -- some stinky damp swollen feet come in and need measuring. I learned a lot of men simply don't know their show size ... and most women won't admit theirs. These women ask for a size you know won't fit, you keep bringing out box after box that you know will not fit (well, the box itself might have). And some women just enjoy trying on shoes -- keep you running back and forth to storeroom for shoes they have no intention of purchasing. Irritating when working on commission.
okay, I prolly shouldn't work with the public -- lol


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