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Your least favorite job

Spiderman

Spiderman

Veteran Member
What was your least favorite job?

I couldn't stand fast food, teletech, or working in a warehouse full of beer and wine and being an alcoholic.

I went crazy at my car detailing job and come to think of it, hated all my jobs save for being a janitor was quite peaceful and joyful at times, but went nuts on that job at times too...

I'm amazed by people who work full time or overtime at a job they hate, to make ends meet and support a family...it sounds like hell Imo...but such people are heros in my book...
 
Shadow Wolf

Shadow Wolf

Certified People sTabber
I've hated pretty much all my jobs, except the work study I had at the university library. I've done fast food and worked at a gas station, did 55-60 hours a week at Dollar General's warehouse, construction job with a crap boss who didn't pay, I drove rail road workers around (this job messed with my blood sugar levels pretty bad), and counted the inventory at various stores.
My current job, I like helping people, I like most of my clients way more than my coworkers, but at the same time it's an incredibly difficult job for me with my social impairments and anxieties.
 
Cacotopia

Cacotopia

Let's go full Trottle
I had a job managing a bar in Kuta, it was fun at first, but babysitting drunk people for 8+ hours and having to listen to tourist tales all day made me hate the job.

Everyone talks about the same general thing. It feels like it's all scripted.

I have enjoyed all the jobs I had, there are aspects of the jobs I don't like, Like currently. I don't particularly enjoy the business side of my career. Website management, and spreadsheets managing where all my art is, what's on sale, whats on display, what's rented by hotels, all the dimensions and prices, spreadsheets are inherently boring.

Scam emails, oh yeah those are fun. And getting a commission is great, but not great if your patron wants to jump in the middle of the creative process throughout the process. That's not their job. I have had to fire a couple people before because they can't make up their mind. Or charge them double, if they want me to change it entirely at the end again. Those people are the worst.
 
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Father Heathen

Father Heathen

Veteran Member
Many years ago I had a temp job at a facility that produced sheets and rolls of plastic. The process involved would create a strong static charge. Eventually you would be zapped by it when touching either the equipment or the product coming off of it. You never knew when it would happen, only that it inevitably would, so you would always brace yourself whenever you touched anything. Sometimes it would even get you right in the nuts when you had to lean over the equipment to reach something.
 
Dawnofhope

Dawnofhope

Non-Proselytizing Baha'i
Staff member
Premium Member
I had a mind numbing job during summer vacation at University. I would put a sticker on a hair dryer and put the hair dryer in the box and that's what I did all day long.

I was walking to work on the second day but turned around and went back home instead never to return.
 
David1967

David1967

Well-Known Member
Premium Member
Hauling hay as a teenager for summer cash. That was hot miserable work. At the time I didn't mind so much, but looking back .....
 
Shadow Wolf

Shadow Wolf

Certified People sTabber
adrian009 said:
I had a mind numbing job during summer vacation at University. I would put a sticker on a hair dryer and put the hair dryer in the box and that's what I did all day long.

I was walking to work on the second day but turned around and went back home instead never to return.
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I wouldn't be able to do it either. I spent one night in a "food" processing plant pushing around big buckets of ingredients on a wet floor. The temp agency said "you may come into contact with a wet surface while working" and the entire work floor was flooded. They also said you "may lift up to 50 pounds." That's more than what my doctor wants me to lift, but where I was it wasn't too bad, but in reality these buckets were upwards of 200 pounds. I almost walked out that night when I slipped and landed on my back, and bumped my head a bit. I wanted to lie there for a moment to recoup, but then I felt my shirt getting wet through the smock I had to wear. But I beared through it, and pushed buckets around for 8 hours. It was worse than Dollar General's distribution center, where for 10 to 12 hours I put a sticker on a box and put the box on the conveyor belt.
At least at Arbys we got to play Metallica as long as it wasn't so loud the customers could here it. Until the lobby closed. Then we were jamin'.
 
Skwim

Skwim

Veteran Member
In 12th grade I worked at a Mom & Pop salad dressing company where I filled each bottle of salad dressing by hand. Case after case after case.

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Subduction Zone

Subduction Zone

Veteran Member
One college summer, desperate for a job, I took one on with Green Giant in a corn processing plant. 12 hour shifts 7 days a week. And every two weeks you would switch from day shift to night shift. Brain dead work that went on and on. And worse yet a bus ride at least one hour two and from the plant. When overtime kicked in it was bearable. But not by much.
 
Father Heathen

Father Heathen

Veteran Member
Shadow Wolf said:
I wouldn't be able to do it either. I spent one night in a "food" processing plant pushing around big buckets of ingredients on a wet floor. The temp agency said "you may come into contact with a wet surface while working" and the entire work floor was flooded. They also said you "may lift up to 50 pounds." That's more than what my doctor wants me to lift, but where I was it wasn't too bad, but in reality these buckets were upwards of 200 pounds. I almost walked out that night when I slipped and landed on my back, and bumped my head a bit. I wanted to lie there for a moment to recoup, but then I felt my shirt getting wet through the smock I had to wear. But I beared through it, and pushed buckets around for 8 hours. It was worse than Dollar General's distribution center, where for 10 to 12 hours I put a sticker on a box and put the box on the conveyor belt.
At least at Arbys we got to play Metallica as long as it wasn't so loud the customers could here it. Until the lobby closed. Then we were jamin'.
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Another job I worked a while back was a place that made cold cuts. Since it dealt with raw meat, it was very cold and sterile, and of course we had to wear smocks, boots, gloves, hair/beard net, bump cap, etc. I operated a machine where you fed raw poultry into it, then it shredded and extruded it into casings (think gigantic sausages) that were loaded onto rolling shelves and then transferred to be smoked and sliced. Once you got over the cold and sterile environment, the raw poultry, nepotistic management, and meth head coworkers, it was an easy job.
 
BSM1

BSM1

What? Me worry?
Potato Chip delivery route. It was advertised as a "sales" position, but it was non-stop all day restocking shelves and racing to the next store.
 
Duke_Leto

Duke_Leto

Active Member
I currently work at a gas station. There's nothing physically 'wrong' with it -- it isn't physically strenuous or anything -- but I always feel terrible after working. Most sales are of alcohol, lottery, and tobacco, and it generally goes to people who are addicted. I feel like scum helping people further kill themselves.

I don't like the other employees much either, especially the ones I'm generally scheduled with; most of them are addicted to cigarettes or some type of drugs, and are generally unpleasant and badmouth each other behind their backs.

Finally there's customers. They're not the worst part of it by far, but being yelled at by some fat, entitled individual who thinks that since I work in the service industry I'm subhuman garbage doesn't really make my day. I've taken lately to avoiding cashiering as much as possible.
 
SalixIncendium

SalixIncendium

अग्निविलोवनन्दः
Staff member
Premium Member
There was this forum that recruited me to moderate...

...wait...

...never mind.​
 
Craig Sedok

Craig Sedok

Member
David1967 said:
Hauling hay as a teenager for summer cash. That was hot miserable work. At the time I didn't mind so much, but looking back .....
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I was paid with no expectation 9 dollars for lifting 300 bails 3 times by my grandpa. I work because I am able. I actuallly got a ten and then he offered to buy me a tin of copenhagen in the grocery store.

My least favorite was when I worked for a temporary service to move car batteries onto a pallet. The acid gave me a headache that night. Hey, I do have a memory for things. God given this was 30 years ago. lol
 
Draka

Draka

Wonder Woman
I don't know what it would be. There have been good and bad for about any job I've had. I guess, working at a food court? I was good at my job, didn't mind it really. I was the night shift supervisor and responsible for financials at end of nights and reports at end of week. I really didn't mind that work. I actually liked it, but...the pay sucked. Honestly, I started off making $5.15 an hour (started as part time while going to college) and when bumped to sup my raise was all of ten cents. Yep, I held the sup job, closed every night, did all the drawers, end of night reports, deposit, and end of week financials including royalty reports for a whopping $5.25/hr! I was offered a delivery driver/pizza making job at a Happy's Joe's for starting pay of $5.50 plus tips. Could not get the owner of the food court to budge on pay to keep me so I left.
 
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