I got the idea from a spin-off conversation that was going on in the KFC thread.

 

So, what is the worst job you have ever had?  What made it so bad...and please, the more details the better!

I don't know what the KFC thread is but I did work at Kentucky Fried Chicken.

 

Probably my worst job was answering a newspaper ad when I was 18 for a "fun sales job" and it turned out to be selling those cheesy framed posters you see in office break rooms that say "Imagination" or "Determination" with some stock photo.  I went around the first day with this guy named Jason and we only sold two, then the next day I went around with the boss and the day culminated with him taking me to a place called "European Massage" out by the airport where he half-tried to get the girls to buy the posters for the massage parlor, half chatted up with them, and half tried to impress me with the kind of fine women I'd be getting with this job.  That was my last day, I think I made about $25 total for both days. 

the next day I went around with the boss and the day culminated with him taking me to a place called "European Massage" out by the airport where he half-tried to get the girls to buy the posters for the massage parlor, half chatted up with them, and half tried to impress me with the kind of fine women I'd be getting with this job.

 

That sounds like 1.5 days

I worked at Western Bowl for approximately 2 weeks (or weekends).  I was a lane monitor for the Hoinke Classic Tournaments that they hold every weekend.  I was susposed to keep the official score, keep track of those who won special prizes and most importantly deal with people who would smoke like their life depended on it.

 

The whole thing was ridiculous and I just couldn't take the smoke...factor in that I had absolute MORONS for bosses and that they were total hard-asses when it came to the job and you have yourself a miserable work environment.  It was the ONLY job where I have ever quit on the spot.  I was in HS and it was Homecoming night...it was an extremely slow day and I asked if I could leave a bit early so that I could get ready for my date.  The hag of a lady said no, so both me and my friend walked out...headed for Wendy's and then got ready for our dates.

my first job - paper boy at 12.

 

Delivering the paper wasn't bad.  I woke up early on Thursday and went around my neighborhood delivering the paper.  It was collecting each month that was horrible. Some people claimed they hadn't ordered the paper and weren't paying.  Some people told me to come back another time (even though I accepted cash or check).  A few people actually paid.

 

At 12, there's not much you can do about this - going door to door asking for payment.  The problem was, as an employee, I was not paid - at all.  My "earnings" were only tips.  So I had a list of subscribers that owed X amount each month.  I had to pay the newspaper that amount and I could keep whatever else I had.  Obviously, since about 1/2 of the people actually paid, I ended up not having enough money to pay the total.  So I actually lost money on my first job.  I quit after two weeks of trying to collect.

My worst job was at a Jewish country club where tipping caddys was outlawed.

My worst job was at a Jewish country club where tipping caddys was outlawed.

 

A jewish country club?   :wtf: 

Well I guess if you can't get into one, you start your own!  Welcome to the Canterbury Golf Club.  8-)

^there's a jewish country club in cleveland heights.

which one?

Oakwood

oh geez.  i totally forgot about them!  duh!

I was a jewish caddy at a muslim country club. Well, I'm not really jewish, but I can pass.

I think Losantiville CC in Cincy is or was one.

I was a jewish caddy at a muslim country club. Well, I'm not really jewish, but I can pass.

oye.  who knew?

Worst job? Keeping you numbskulls on topic! :whip:

^We'll be good Mr. Mayday.

 

My worst job was much like jmeck's, only it was poorly-printed cookbooks. I was very successful. I quit at the end of the first day.

 

Other jobs that were so bad they were good:

 

Factory Job. Seven days a week, 5PM-5AM. That lasted for about three months.

Detroit Free Press, Paper Boy. Three years. Michigan weather. 'nuff said.

Valet Parking Attendant at Ladbroke DRC Racetrack (RIP). Three months--job cut short by 6-week out of Mononucleosis. Tons of running my ass off, absolute low-life patrons.

 

Recently I came to the realization that I've been steadily employed for 26 years. Not bad for a 37 year old. Or is it?

 

 

I think Losantiville CC in Cincy is or was one.

It is. Well, they changed their name to The Ridge Club, but that's the one I worked at.

I used to drive a Zamboni at two city ice rinks in the Cleveland area in my undergrad years in college. 

 

But that was the cool part of the job.  The flip side was that I had to clean locker rooms after putrid-smelling hockey players and dirty, humid locker rooms at a swimming pool.

Baling hay out in Xenia in the miserably hot summers.  On days as hot as we've had the last few weeks, where I was totally drenched in sweat and had to lift and pitch the 60lb bales; all the while the dust/flakes from the hay would be covering the body sticking to the sweat.  They you'd blow your nose and it'd come out black.  Then you'd have to go up in a barn loft which was about 20 degrees hotter than the temperature out side and stack hay up there.

 

Most miserable physically demanding job ever.  And all for $8/hr.

I was a male stripper for a few months but I got sick of being degraded by women. I needed to do something a little more empowering.

I was a male stripper for a few months but I got sick of being degraded by women. I needed to do something a little more empowering.

:roll:

Baling hay out in Xenia in the miserably hot summers.  On days as hot as we've had the last few weeks, where I was totally drenched in sweat and had to lift and pitch the 60lb bales; all the while the dust/flakes from the hay would be covering the body sticking to the sweat.  They you'd blow your nose and it'd come out black.  Then you'd have to go up in a barn loft which was about 20 degrees hotter than the temperature out side and stack hay up there.

 

Most miserable physically demanding job ever.  And all for $8/hr.

 

+1

I was a male stripper for a few months but I got sick of being degraded by women. I needed to do something a little more empowering.

 

Those weren't women.

How would you know  :-o

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Baling hay out in Xenia in the miserably hot summers.  On days as hot as we've had the last few weeks, where I was totally drenched in sweat and had to lift and pitch the 60lb bales; all the while the dust/flakes from the hay would be covering the body sticking to the sweat.  They you'd blow your nose and it'd come out black.  Then you'd have to go up in a barn loft which was about 20 degrees hotter than the temperature out side and stack hay up there.

 

Most miserable physically demanding job ever.  And all for $8/hr.

 

+1

 

+2, and for only $5/hour.  I knew someone doing it for only $3/hour at another place.  Surprising how many hay-pitchers there are here on "UrbanOhio"!

Now let's hear it from the corn tasslers:

at age 21, after I refused to endure the sexual harassment of a manager at resort I worked at I was assigned beach cocktail duty. In the middle of the day.  In August. In South Florida. Weekdays. Just so you know, only unemployed red necks go to Florida beaches in august during the week. The child abuse investigation job wasn't exactly a barrel of fun either (again the unemployed rednecks)

KFC was my worst and I only worked there for 3 weeks.  I was in college and had plenty of cash at the time and I didn't really need the money.

 

My second worst was Thriftway--after Winn-Dixie bought them out.  Before then it wasn't so bad.

 

Now let's hear it from the corn tasslers:

 

You mean jerkin' corn? Me again. No "you know what" jokes either.

Baling hay out in Xenia in the miserably hot summers.  On days as hot as we've had the last few weeks, where I was totally drenched in sweat and had to lift and pitch the 60lb bales; all the while the dust/flakes from the hay would be covering the body sticking to the sweat.  They you'd blow your nose and it'd come out black.  Then you'd have to go up in a barn loft which was about 20 degrees hotter than the temperature out side and stack hay up there.

 

Most miserable physically demanding job ever.  And all for $8/hr.

 

+1

 

+2, and for only $5/hour.  I knew someone doing it for only $3/hour at another place.  Surprising how many hay-pitchers there are here on "UrbanOhio"!

 

Yeah, I did it for $3/hour - minimum wage was $3.35 at the time, but it was agricultural so they didn't have to pay minimum...

 

Don't forget about the haycuts you get on your sunburned legs, which you then sweat into...but the worst part is after you finish a layer of hay in the barn, sticking your ripped-up hand into the bucket of salt to spread the salt on each layer.  That was just gratuitous...of course, a barn burned down up the street because of green hay a few years earlier, so they were very strict about the salt part...

 

But I'll be honest - I loved that job...

 

There is a great sense of comraderie that develops when you sweat and bleed with others.

I guess we were either a) more savvy or b) big pussies, because we wore leather work gloves and long pants.

I always wore long pants, but only sometimes gloves, because I would always lose them as I tossed the hay.

GCrites - I'm guessing the answer is more savvy...I just hated to wear gloves, so I'd just let my hands get cut up the first day or two of bailing, but they'd build up calluses pretty quickly.  Made the first field's first cutting a pretty miserable time, but the rest of the summer, it was worth it...I did the same thing mowing the lawn when I was a kid - get huge blisters the first few mowings, but then I didn't have to screw with gloves all year.

 

And yeah, I'd take the pain over the heat, so it was shorts for me...

 

Jeans an gloves for me too...you'd have to have balls o' steel to do that in shorts sans gloves.  Impressive.

This sounds so painful.  To think I begged and pleaded with my father to get out of doing work in the yard.

Jeans an gloves for me too...you'd have to have balls o' steel to do that in shorts sans gloves.  Impressive.

 

LOL...I've definitely never been described that way!  But thanks for being impressed!

 

Balls of steel would be bailing hay naked.

^You'd be in for a full-body callous.

^Greatest. C-Dawg post. Ever.

selling drugs. Sure it helps you get chicks, but it also is stressful as hell and there's the constant fear the cops might find your grow house. I'm glad I stopped before I got into anything serious like coke or heroin. I destroyed everything after a random girl told me she heard what was going on. That, plus our plants were not the greatest.

now this will keep you from getting the Best Job Ever. Edit: or you could become president!

I never baled hay, but I did de-tassel corn.  At age 13, $6/hr was like gold.  First day.  Humid July morning, Mom drops me off at the farm around 7:45 a.m.  There's a 2-minute demonstration of what the corn tassel is.  Then they send you in to a 1/2 mile row and you have to pull the tassel off each stalk.  And since you're only 13, you haven't yet reached your adult height so every pull you're reaching above your head.  And since it's 7:47 am, there's still dew on every leaf.  By 7:50, you're soaked.  And at that hour it's about 60 degrees, so you're chilly and wet.  Once the shock of the cold wetness wears off, you realize that each of these corn stalk leaves is sharp on the edge.  You feel a few stings on your arms and realize you have red scratches all over them.  8 am.  You're wet, itchy, and in the middle of a corn field.  Everyone else moved so fast they're already out of sight, over the next hill.  You're 13.  Most of your friends are still sleeping, or just got up to play Nintendo.  At this point you have no choice but to soldier on.  By 9 am, you're scratched to hell, your fingers are pruned, and you have 7 more hours to go.  But hey, in 3 more hours you get a lunch break to eat the crappy sandwich you made the night before (because you're 13 and your mom doesn't pack your lunch for you anymore) along with a luke warm coke.

Man. I've had an easy life.

Am I the ONLY one thinking about this:

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You can add me to list of hay bailers! I did it for $6/hr and i'm also allergic to dust. It was hell in that barn.

This thread has really brought out the farmer in us all it seems.

Right now over at ruralohio.com they're swapping stories about working the docks and selling newspapers on the corner of Broadway and 5th.

My worst job was the one I held in high school and for part of my freshman year in college.  I spent 2.5 years working in a nursing home, and most of that time I was a nurse aide.  The nurse aides did things such as feed residents, get them in and out of bed, bathe them, change diapers, change sheets, handle bed pans, clean up puke, etc.  I'm surprised my stomach was strong enough to handle this.  I don't regret doing this job because I learned a lot during this time, mostly taking care of someone who is ill.  Plus, I learned how to take a person's blood pressure (and even took some temperatures rectally).

 

One of my bad habits is biting my finger nails.  Whenever I worked at the nursing home, I would not bite them because I never knew what was around.....

While some may think my worst job was in Wastewater at Bulter County Water & Sewer it wasn't.  The sewage plant while smelly was actually a great job. My worst was the Beach Waterpark Admissions taking $2.50 from every car as they drove in.