Skip to comments.VANITY: Worse Job you ever had and still didn't "Occupy" anything.
Posted on 10/15/2011 7:31:06 AM PDT by JNRoberts
Watching these narcissists on Wall St. who think I should pay for their college loans, etc. I got to thinking, how come I never occupied or blamed anyone else for my lot in life even when I had the worse most humiliating job known to mankind. A door to door salesman for Trane Air Conditioning.
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Nothing like walking up to somebody's house at dinner time, having the whole family in the dining room window look at you walking up their driveway with utter disgust and knowing in about 10 seconds, someone is going to answer the door and you are the absolute last person in the world they want to talk to about anything much less try and sell something too.
Worse than Mcdonalds! (But I did it and made good money too and it got me through college and not a single college loan)
Worse job ever and you still didn't occupy anything?
1987, Burger King, $3.35 per hour to be yelled at by 400 lb women at least weekly that she ordered a TRIPLE WHOPPER, not a DOUBLE WHOPPER!
Involuntary military conscription ranks right up there. But I did get an extra $45/month because I had 2 dependents which was real decent of my employer.
>>>1987, Burger King, $3.35 per hour to be yelled at by 400 lb women at least weekly that she ordered a TRIPLE WHOPPER, not a DOUBLE WHOPPER!>>>
Damn. Didn’t take long for me to reconsider my door to door as being the worse job. Sorry.
Speaking of Burger King, One job I wouldn’t want for sure. Is cleaning the restrooms in the Burger King directly across from the park where these hairy children are sleeping. Poor guy.....
That’s pretty bad. Night Janitor, for me. Cleaning office building toilets at 3AM. Five bucks an hour, under the table.
You know, “Hairy Children” is a pretty pretty pretty good description of these people. If it goes viral, I want credit. I think I just invented it. “Hairy Children” fits perfectly........no?
Honestly I can’t really think of any “worst” job. For most of my life, just having a job at all has been a prize in itself.
I used to make fiberglass truck caps and lids which means being cut up and itchy a lot but it was still solid work.
NOTHING was free.
>>>Thats pretty bad. Night Janitor, for me. Cleaning office building toilets at 3AM. Five bucks an hour, under the table.>>>
Cleaning toilets definitely has it’s downside BUT, unlike a door to door salesman, you didn’t have to deal with the rejection.
Well, the rejection you dealt with was more of a physical or bodily rejection, I guess, you know, technically speaking.
Mine was pure psychological and at the time, that was tough.
I kind of liked being a school janitor, especially on the night shift. I took my laundry with me and washed it in the home ec class at night. I even cooked a Thanksgiving turkey breakfast for the morning maintenance crew once.
I have no sympathy for these losers. My husband works on Wall Street - started in the mailroom, put himself through college at night - hardly a Wall Street fat cat. My oldest son currently working two jobs to support his family. My youngest graduated college class of ‘09 - right after the collapse. Took a BS job at a start up firm, worked his butt off and proved himself and is now in management. The protesters are lazy leeches.
1979 part time at Bowling Green State U working in the cafeteria scraping uneaten food into the garbage. It wasn’t all that bad until Super Bowl Sunday, when I had to be there at 6 AM, nauseated and hung over as all hell. THAT was a stomach-churner!
Spending summers hoeing weeds by hand 8 hours a day. Gave me a lot of time to think.
Either can I. Have spent my whole life around cattle, ranching, & the outdoors. My body has definitely paid a price (especially my hands)...but I wouldn't change it for anything.
>>>Honestly I cant really think of any worst job. For most of my life, just having a job at all has been a prize in itself.>>>
Absolutely. Agree 100%. Work itself is noble. Even Martin Luther King, in his great “Streetsweeper speech” said, in so many words, “If it is your lot in life to be streetsweeper, sweep the streets like Rafael painted, sweep the streets like Michaelangelo sculpted, sweep the streets like Shakespeare wrote, sweep the streets so that all the hosts of heaven above will proclaim.....here lies the greatest street sweeper whoever lived.”
These narcissists down in New York, these Hairy Children are as far away from that message as one can get.
“Mine was pure psychological and at the time, that was tough”
I hear ya. I did a stint doing telephone sales for Olan Mills photographic studios. It was horrible. One man told me that sales people like me were “lower than a snake’s belly” I dreaded going there. I finally had to quit.
First REAL job at 16, $1.35/hour, working as a summer kitchen aide on split shift in a non-air conditioned convalescent home. Hours: 7 a.m. to 1:00 p.m., then back at 4:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m. for the dinner shift. It must have been 110 degrees in that joint and I had to bend over huge greasy aluminum trays - and a hot, steaming stainless steel sink - to clean them by hand. I had to take the bus because I had no car, and then hang around our downtown area for 3 hours until the second shift started, then back home on the bus. Lots of walking involved!
Still, I was THRILLED to get my first real paycheck and open my first bank account. I felt, as the kids like to say, "empowered." :-)
>>>Baby sat in early teens.>>>
Yeah, Baby sitter is right up there with Newspaper delivery boy on his bike I guess. I did both of those too. In fact, I liked to babysit next door because it was usually on Friday nights and we are Seventh day Adventists and couldn’t watch TV on Friday Night (Sabbath) so it was the only time I got to watch Love American Style and the Brady Bunch since my parents couldn’t see that far.........
Here’s your ping, kid. ;-)
I started out picking rocks on local farms as a teenager. $5 an hour under the table was damn good money for a teenager in the early 80s.
I also worked as a garbage man for about 18 months. Again, not a bad job for a young guy at $9 an hour in the early 80s.
Oh my. Even without reading the rest of the thread, I think you win.
>>>Working in construction during summer while in high school and having to install fiberglass insulation in attics. In Texas to boot. >>>
I Hear you. When we moved here (Dallas) I had em install Dish Satellite and it was in the summer of 09, and the Dish guy told me a colleague of his actually collapsed from the heat in an attic and fell through the roof. Working in attics during summer in Texas. damn........
Actually the worst part is having been a forced union member here in Michigan despite loving my job.
>>>First REAL job at 16, $1.35/hour, working as a summer kitchen aide on split shift in a non-air conditioned convalescent home. >>>
Got to admit, when I saw “convalescent home” I got real concerned about what I was going to read from you. But I guess there are worse things to do in a convalescent home than work in the kitchen right?
I had a boss that was soooo bad, he would tell other customers that he only hired me because no one else would work for him...once he called a customer and told him that I had lied to him, and that his job was not going to be delivered on time. I was in the customers office handing off the job while his call was going on. The customer hung up, thanked me for getting his job to him, and promply cancelled the remainder of the contract... of course this was my fault
Acquisitions and copy editor for a small publishing company based in San Francisco. The owner of the company was an absolute demon, and his wife was a bully.
Well, it was only a one day job (all day), and I was only a child, but picking cotton in Fresno was by far the worst. The second would be working at a drive in restaurant for minimum wage when I was a teen. They even deducted the cleaning of our aprons from our pay.
“Rack stripper” at a fiber glass plant stripping fiberglass remnants from spools. Swing shift. Horrid, horrid job with little to no thought required. So for twelve hours a night, I would drive myself crazy worrying about ‘things’. Thank the good Lord I no longer work there, and I no longer worry. 8 )
Even though my ears rang for 9 months after I quit the job (developed equilibrium problems due to the work and sleep deprivation), I was blessed to have that gig as it allowed me to be home 100% with my youngest babies and raise them myself. I wouldn't trade that for any amount of money.
Plus I developed a GREAT right arm. :-)
It was like a prison sentence. I totally hated it.
But, I still had to pay some federal income taxes: about $50 for the year. I eventually got that back in the first "income tax rebate". After that year, I've had to pay at least some personal income tax every year --- so I've been in the "53%" ever since.
Some job highlights? Changed blown-out truck tires. Changed oil, fueled the trucks, washed trucks. It was fun in the winter time, when trucks came in with chains, and I had to break them off with a sledge hammer before repairing the tire. I also broke tires off rims with two crow bar-like devices, and replaced them with new tires. Very back-breaking work, but I got better at it. I got to drive 12-speed tractor trailers with three trailers on them around the yards. Fun stuff.
Working in the shipyards.
One of my fun tasks was prepping pipe (up to 60” x 20’) for shipment overseas. I had to take a mop and coat the pipe with Cosmolene, a tick, goopy mess. I also got the clean the weld slag from the inside of boilers - that’s where I learned that I have claustrophobia.
I remember working in a house (new construction) during the summer installing insulation and passed out from the heat. I fell into the room below and landed on top of the bundles of insulation. Itched like heck the rest of the day.
Ugh, me too. Can you handle airplane flights? I can't.
I pick window seats and make out alright. Recently we had a missed connection due to equipment breakdown and I had to “make-do” in a center aisle, center row seat. Thank God it was only an hour flight!
My worst was supermarket checker. Just hated it!
I had a flight from KC to Phoenix recently with extreme turbulence over Phoenix and I almost lost it. It took every ounce of willpower in my body to get me on that last flight back home to SoCal. My last flight, I think. It’s just too much for me.
Baling hay at 13 and 14 for $30 a week, it was hard work and we thought we were getting paid well (’74 - ‘75), one summer during college I worked as a conservation assistant (commonly known as a ‘con ass’) at a MD state park, $3.05/hour picking up trash, cleaning campground bathrooms and showers, cleaning up mounds of two-day old crab feasts, people would treat that park like crap, and we were just glorified janitors...
Best job ever: Tutoring chemistry as a junior and senior in undergrad for freshman women nursing and physical therapy students...$40/week and the opportunity to meet lotsa freshman women...sigh...I miss those days...
21 years old, fresh to the urban jungle of NYC, working as a receptionist for a sex-crazed lawyer who spent his entire day placing ads in Hustler. He had a female enforcer of a bookkeeper who helped lure young girls into the office. If I google his name, his court records come up when he was convicted of tax fraud and served time in Sing Sing for other crimes.
Never blamed the government or bankers for this missed hit.
Sorry to hear you got sick, Truthie. You’re too nice for that to happen. But you’ve got to sue God for that one!
Wash rack at a chicken feed factory at age 14.
I’ve had terrible jobs, but I have occupied lavatories on airplanes. Does that count?
I sold the New York Times over the phone as a kid. I was fired for not selling ONE. But then every person I talked to would scream: “I’m not buying that commie rag!” and would slam the phone in my ear. I didn’t think I deserved to be fired.
Dang...I think we may have worked at the Same BurgerKing for the same Boss! LOL (Seriously did have a huge female boss that yelled at the employees and then went back to her office to smoke Menthols!) I also worked for as a Custodian for a Middle School....YUCK! Nastiest bathrooms I have ever encountered(one time a kid used the sink to take a number 2!) I bypassed that one and gave it to the new guy..LOL
That's funny. My worst job was also at Burger King back in 1988. Right off the beach. Got all the drunks. My maroon corduroys were two sizes too small and looked like track tights. $3.35 an hour.
How about standing in a concrete pit full of old car batteries and smashing them with a sledge hammer to recover the lead - while wearing a full set of rain gear and face shield. The pay? $1.60 per hour.
Bucking hay for $2 an hour lured me away since the farmer had a great swimming pond and fed us well.