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Tell me, What is the shittiest job you've ever had?
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vixenbabe
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One summer I worked for my brother in his construction company. He was an ass since I was his lil sister and he did not want the other's to think I was going to get ANY special treatment due to that fact. He's damn lucky I still love him after that experience!
Pay: Not enough for the shit he put me thru...NEVER WORK FOR FAMILY PEOPLE...EVER!
Pay: Not enough for the shit he put me thru...NEVER WORK FOR FAMILY PEOPLE...EVER!
Burndaddy1
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the shittiest "Foster Freeze",,, "yeah man",,, everyone who worked there was a pothead...
did you mean shitty as in bad???
did you mean shitty as in bad???
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Citruscide
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Detassleing Corn... you lay on a machine all day in the blistering sun, get pollen all over you and you have to snip snip snip all day... for 5 bucks an hour...
SUcks
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No air conditioning, tin roof, covered in fiberglass dust and sweat at the end of the day. No lunch break either. Paid $11.00 an hour. That job sucked. [/B][/QUOTE]
I know what you mean. My job for the summer is like that, I had to shred about 70,000 lbs. of fiberglass copper circuit board, over the course of a couple weeks. have to use an endloader to move the shit around. 80-90 degrees, then I had to clean under the maching poor ventilation. Now i'm shredding stainless steel/copper, if I don't wear long sleeves it gives a bad rash, arms all red. Not as bad as some other jobs there.
I know what you mean. My job for the summer is like that, I had to shred about 70,000 lbs. of fiberglass copper circuit board, over the course of a couple weeks. have to use an endloader to move the shit around. 80-90 degrees, then I had to clean under the maching poor ventilation. Now i'm shredding stainless steel/copper, if I don't wear long sleeves it gives a bad rash, arms all red. Not as bad as some other jobs there.
SofaGeorge
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Worst job ever... I was thumbing across country back in the late '70s... stopped in San Jose to work for three weeks in a chemical supply plant... they bottled and shipped a ton of toxic chemicals (we all had to be out of the plant by noon because they were afraid that as it heated during the day we'd be exposed to toxic fumes - no joke.)
There were some loose laws back then regarding the disposal of toxic waste... much looser than today... so my job was to "condense" the toxic waste. What this basically meant was there were a bunch of beaker bottles... each with a small amount of some residual God-knows-what in the bottom. The bottles and chemicals had to be disposed of in special drums. I was supposed to smash up all the bottles by hand so they could fit more of them in one drum.
I used to put all the bottles I could in a 50 gal drum... then stand over the top with a sledge hammer and pound glass. Then I had a big packer poll to break it down more.
One day - no lie - I started smashing bottles and after a little while with the chemicals mixing together I started to hear gurgling... then this wierd purple smoke started coming from the drum. I ran like 50 feet away. This old black guy standing next to me started laughing. He said, "Yeah, that stuff can smell pretty bad. Huh?" I wasn't too concerned about smell... I was worried about future DNA damage or whatever.
FOOTNOTE - when I first took that job everybody kept walking around me and saying, "Yeah, too bad about old Muley. Muley was a good man." Turns out Muley was the guy who had the job before me. He worked there for five or six years. I asked what happened to him and one of my co-workers said, "Muley started out okay, but after a while he just wasn't right in the head. He started carrying around this picture of the spack shuttle blowing up all the time. Said he could see something in the picture that explained why it blew up... and he needed to call NASA about it. After a while they just had to let him go."
There were some loose laws back then regarding the disposal of toxic waste... much looser than today... so my job was to "condense" the toxic waste. What this basically meant was there were a bunch of beaker bottles... each with a small amount of some residual God-knows-what in the bottom. The bottles and chemicals had to be disposed of in special drums. I was supposed to smash up all the bottles by hand so they could fit more of them in one drum.
I used to put all the bottles I could in a 50 gal drum... then stand over the top with a sledge hammer and pound glass. Then I had a big packer poll to break it down more.
One day - no lie - I started smashing bottles and after a little while with the chemicals mixing together I started to hear gurgling... then this wierd purple smoke started coming from the drum. I ran like 50 feet away. This old black guy standing next to me started laughing. He said, "Yeah, that stuff can smell pretty bad. Huh?" I wasn't too concerned about smell... I was worried about future DNA damage or whatever.
FOOTNOTE - when I first took that job everybody kept walking around me and saying, "Yeah, too bad about old Muley. Muley was a good man." Turns out Muley was the guy who had the job before me. He worked there for five or six years. I asked what happened to him and one of my co-workers said, "Muley started out okay, but after a while he just wasn't right in the head. He started carrying around this picture of the spack shuttle blowing up all the time. Said he could see something in the picture that explained why it blew up... and he needed to call NASA about it. After a while they just had to let him go."
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HighIntensity
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I have had many intresting jobs, could write a book
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Air conditioning supply and installation was the worst job, worked with 40 something freaks whose bodies had been contorted after years of lifting heavy machinery. I was hot, the warhouse smelled and I prayed for the days to end. Made 10.50 and hour.
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Air conditioning supply and installation was the worst job, worked with 40 something freaks whose bodies had been contorted after years of lifting heavy machinery. I was hot, the warhouse smelled and I prayed for the days to end. Made 10.50 and hour.
Dr.RobertBanner
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washing dishes, payed min wage, busted my ass, got yelled at by everyone, did the work of two people, always got slammed, was constantly covered in grease up to my elbows (all the time), and it was SO FUCKING HOT back there, first all this steaming hot water, then bad a/c (in south LA in the summer), and the water heater was right next to me, they wouldn't even let me piss unless I asked b/c we got so busy (they locked the fn bathroom)
on a better note, my job now is making up for it
on a better note, my job now is making up for it
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