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.
>>>That’s 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 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.>>>
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.........
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