Post: #26

I was a fluffer for pornos... worst 20 years of my life

Post: #27

Producer at a broke ass production company.

Long hours, which were no big deal. But pay was shit and I was the only producer they had, so I was 100% responsible for everything - from feeding and driving the crew to scheduling shoots, casting, helping to develop new videos, storing and keeping track of all productions, etc.

Coworkers were decent but all cucks and SJWs; main boss was a short, fat, ugly, uber-feminist dyke who hated me and would lowkey discard any and all ideas I'd suggest. If I screwed up (which I did a couple of times), her face would turn red and she'd stare at me in disbelief and ask me obvious questions to which she knew the answer. Company owner was a rich businessman from a different field who loved doing "surprise meetings" any time of the day and was clueless about video production.

I lasted about 7 months - left depressed and with Jeb levels of energy.

Post: #28

(10-04-2016 04:54 PM)Ringo Wrote:  snip

Was that worse than being the drummer for The Beatles?

Post: #29

I worked 2 weeks at a job as an telephone surveyor so basically a telemarketer. For the project I was on we had to get a certain number of people within different age and sex demographics to answer the questions.

Some were damn near impossible. I remember on the last day I made one up pretending I was on the phone because I knew I wasn't going to come back.

Post: #30

I worked a couple retail jobs when I was younger. If I was paid per day it would have been tolerable, generally I was done within a couple hours and spent the rest of the shift killing clock, torture. Like I said, if I was paid when I finished my tasks these would have been decent paying instead of at or near minimum wage.

A couple years a company hired me an a maintenance guy. I figured fixing shit and moving heavy stuff around would be OK.

I ended up a glorified secretary because there wasn't much of that to do. Sitting at a desk for hours waiting for the phone to ring.

I got fired because I used to do pushups next to the desk all day to keep from going ballistic. The boss told me not to and I got hostile, escorted out by security.

Just as well, I would have walked out that day anyway. Sitting around doing nothing for 8 hours a day is not my thing, not for 15 an hour anyway. Too much energy.

I did some work in my neighbors yard today rolling big ass boulders around and pulling up a row of the metal fence posts with cement bases. I was in beast mode, much more my speed. More in line with what men have done throughout history before testosterone levels started freefalling.

On a side note, if someone can think of a historical example of a large percentage of men sitting down pushing papers around all day post here, seems completely unnatural.

Post: #31

Worked as a laborer for about 4 summers from the ages of 14-18 at a tree farm. They had everything from conifers like Douglass fir to pear, cherry, oak, etc.

Anyway, the job was gruelling. Days started at 6 AM and ended around 3PM. It involved tons of physical labor like chopping down Christmas trees and manually loading them on an 18 wheel trailer. Doing jobs like bailing hay and stacking the bails in the upper levels of a massive, musty, 110F degree barn.

I worked with convicted felons, armed robbers, and the general dregs of society. Though some of them were funny as fuck and I heard some ridiculous stories.

By far the worst job though was using the beneke, which was a gas-powered Christmas tree trimmer with a high-speed dual-edge rotating steel blade. Basically a weed whacker on steroids but with an 8 ft extension.

We would trim evergreen trees that are probably 7-12 ft in height in the prime heat of rural PA summer. Each laborer was assigned to one row of trees at a time. And each row went for a good 1000 - 1600 yards depending on the field. Basically you had to circumnavigate the tree to trim the gnarly branches off and give the trees that nice Christmas tree shape. The tree sap would spray all over the place! It would get on your face, in your hair, in your mouth, get stuck in your arm hair, and get all over your clothes. We'd use gasoline at the end of the shift to get the sap out of our arm hair.

And the yellow jacket hornets nesting in these trees got particularly pissed off when you hacked through their dens (nestled in the trees) with reckless abandon. I remember becoming immune to hornet stings as I'd average about one sting per row. It was just part of the job. And this was at a measly $8/hr.

Looking back on that experience, I realize the perspective it gave me was immense in terms of how shitty a job could possibly be. That became my measuring stick.

Post: #32

(10-04-2016 01:13 PM)Luvianka Wrote:  Did you ever take the risk to pick up a hot girl in the streets in the dead time of the event?

I don't typically mix business with pleasure, but in this case there was never time, or good prospects.

Post: #33

Taxi dispatcher. Obnoxious drunk customers on one hand and non-English speaking drivers on the other. I lasted about three months and hated every last minute of it. Digging fighting positions as an infantryman was fun compared to that job.

Post: #34

Almost was crushed under a slab of marble when it feel off a truck. I left that same day.

Post: #35

I was talking to a gynecologist today.

He's got a house he comes to twice a year out here, and a boat (Seaswirl 2150) and seems to be doing allright.

The whole time we were talking, I was just thinking about how much mangled pussy this guy has to stare at. How many pap smears and yeast infections did it take to buy that boat. I hate shaking his hand, but I do it.

He's a good guy, and told me how he went to Africa to fiddle around with third world aids pussies. He didn't use those words exactly, but that's the jist of it.

That's gotta be a horrible job.

Aloha!

Post: #36

I've worked corporate cubicle gigs as well as physical labor gigs.

You're more likely to be taken for granted at the former than the latter.

Trust me on this.

Post: #37

(10-04-2016 10:31 PM)Sombro Wrote:  I've worked corporate cubicle gigs as well as physical labor gigs.

You're more likely to be taken for granted at the former than the latter.

Trust me on this.

I have also worked both. I'll choose an air conditioned cubicle with higher, white collar salary any day. Also, IDGAF whether or not I'm taken for granted. Just keep the checks coming.

Post: #38

Hmmm....I have a few.

Drive through operator at a fast food restaurant:

Minimum wage pay, you get blamed for EVERYTHING that goes wrong (if the cook puts on mustard when you typed no mustard, it's your fault---so thinks the customer, etc) and people treat you like shit. Once I had a guy compliment my watch----literally that was the highlight of my entire week on the job.

Door to door salesman for Kirby Vacuums. I was 18, saw an ad in the paper promising 450 a week for "set up and displays" basically, demoing a product for a potential customer. It was they took 90 minutes per showing and I had to do 15 a week. I added it up and it was better than I was making at the fast food place, so I applied. Guy interviewed me, said I was hired. Turns out, I had to go door to door requesting to do the demo for this $2000 dollar vacuum cleaner. Needless to say, I was lucky to get 2 showings in an 8 hour day. I quit after 4 days.

Last terrible job I had was working as an Amazon "Picker" in their warehouses. You have this scanner thing, and you walk around up and down the place to the aisles it tells you to go, "pick" the product, and place it on a conveyor belt. 10 hour shifts, it was exhausting. Great exercise, but the pay was about $10 an hour, so not worth it.

I don't regret any of these jobs though, because at the end of it all they are what inspired me to work for myself!

Post: #39

First job I had out of highschool. I worked for my friend's dad who owned his own construction business.

I'm white as fuck and it was a summer of roofing turkey barns. The roofs were all tin, so I'm getting hit every which way by the sunshine, it's Minnesota in the middle of the summer so it's 100 degrees with 100% swampass humidity and all I can smell and taste is turkey shit.

I remember going home so sore that I had to take shots of vodka to go to sleep. My brother and I busted our fucking asses at that job, the only guy who worked harder than us was the boss's right hand man.

It got so bad that we'd go to work at 4 in the morning, work until 11, take a two hour break because it was too hot outside, then work till 6 and go home.

The first job we did, we got paid $9 an hour. I still remember the last job we did, our boss was talking about all the trips he spent going down to the local casino to go gambling. The next day (payday), he approached us and said something like, "Yeah we agreed on $8 an hour right?" and then he handed us each $800. We took our money and left right then, fuck that shit.

He taught me a valuable lesson though. Get everything in writing.

Post: #40

I thought about it and almost put down a job I was thinking of and then it hit me.

Worst job I've ever had BY FAR is being a blue-pill boyfriend.

Pay in time, money, and emotional drain just to be shit on/not appreciated and then think it's not all that bad. Turned down for sex. Then she leaves you for the "lowlife shithead"

FUCK THAT SHIT!

Post: #41

Sweeping swarf in a machine shop. It sticks to the brush, is sharp, dirty and hot.

Best job, although the pay wasn't great, was driving around town for a local mail company, running into businesses and picking up their mail.
It was good exercise and people were always happy as hell to see me. Also, firms always put their hottest girls on the front desk.

I was definitely happier doing that for half the wage I'm on now while doing a job I dislike.

Post: #42

I haven't had to work some of the shit jobs a lot of you guys have but the worst job I ever had was the summer I spent working in a machine shop pressing sheet metal to make these benches that seedlings would sit on.
The 35+ degree heat made the tin shed we worked in a furnace, no AC or fans, and I was doing the exact same 6 actions over and over over again, mind numbing. On top of that no safety gear so the sheet metal cut the crap our of my hands, at the end of a day they'd just be shredded.

Working on the family farm could be pretty rough as well, especially as I didn't' get paid, but I loved it as a kid.

Post: #43

Male model.

It's soul crushing to be objectified all day long based on nothing more than my superb physical appearance.

Post: #44

During college, for two summers I worked as a factory worker in a chemical factory. My job was mostly limited to packing of products on the assembly line (thinners, paints etc.) for roughly 3$/hour, 5 days/week, working from 6am to 2pm.

Later, whenever I felt lazy to study for my exams, I always remembered what one of the older factory workers told me once: "Now you've seen how it is. Be sure to learn and finish your studies, lest you want to end up like the rest of us".

Post: #45

Most likely not worst, but it was my first experience with work so I am including it here, it was week long part time work at McDonald's when I was 15.
After just one week I got nerve breakdown and had to leave it.

What I can consider worst job experience was when I had internship at Accenture as SW tester, terribly managed project, 15 people in two rooms, constant nagging from boss that I have to work continuously without break apart from lunch one, constant press to stay afterhours, lunch break was not included in work time and worst from all absolutely incompetent project manager and colleagues (few exceptions).
Everything I experienced there was worst I could experience in IT/CS field, I felt there like a cheap workforce in fastfood and not like experienced QA/tester who done his part of work.
Oh and whole team was forced to work on low performance laptops and without external monitor/s (you had to bring your own).

Currently I am employed as a fulltime developer in company where everything is direct opposite to mentioned position above and if there would not be few marginal negatives it would be 100% perfect, however I can imagine spending here few years until my seniority.

Post: #46

Call center/tech support.

I've never encountered so much hostility - both from customers and the co-workers. Constant back-stabbing, rudeness, "written warnings" for minor transgressions.

It was a 10-hour shift with an allocated 1-hour lunch break (you had to punch in and out for the break and were reprimanded if more than 5 minutes late). Pay was decent but the mental stress was burning everybody out.

Prisoners at Bergen-Belsen probably had more freedom.

Post: #47

I used to do landscaping for TruGreen-Chemlawn back in the early 2000s. The job sucked. Most of the people were nice but the problem I had with the job was dealing with all the dog feces in my customer's yards. I had to step in piles of crap sometimes just to try and aerate and seed the lawn. Feces would get on my equipment and on my boots.

Americans need to understand that dog feces is not fertilizer. It isn't going to help your grass grow.

The only good thing that came out of it was the fact that I lost 30 pounds working in the dead of summer doing that gig.

Post: #48

call centre definitely

Post: #49

Handyman for some rich alumnus.

He was going to institute some kinda meal plan operation at a frat house, so the kitchen had to be cleaned up.

Giant industrial sized sink was clogged, so me and another guy had to go down underneath in the crawlspace to fix the plumbing.
Mind you, (1) this is the middle of summer in the South, (2) the crawlspace is pitch black, and (3) claustrophobic.

We managed to unclog the PVC pipe and were then flooded by gallons of black goo reeking of rotting seafood. Turns out the "boys" were tossing their shrimp shells down the sink instead of using the trash.
Thankfully, we both avoided vomiting on the spot.
We both had a good laugh then, and I still laugh about it now.

I think laughing at life's absurdities is a survival tactic.

Post: #50

Armored truck driver.

Driving around for $12.50/hour in a truck that is only kept running by prayers and sacrifices to the machine god, no AC in the summer, no heat in the winter, fucking odometer has gone over twice and your parking brake doesn't work. Incompetent co-workers. I lasted a year, and in that time saw almost the entire staff turn over, which everyone just accepted - crashing a truck/stealing money/showing up piss drunk/just being straight incompetent were all reasons I saw dudes get marched out, week after week. Coming home every day with dirt and grime covering you from being inside the damn truck and dealing with money (dirtier than the dirtiest). Gun safety? Forget it. Your co-workers will not wear a seatbelt, pull out their new glock and wave it around in traffic while the truck is bouncing all over the place. Wanna see a grisly death? Wait for an armored truck to flip, which it will. All of that plus the occasional robbery to keep you on your toes.

I kept calling in sick because I was depressed, and then one day my partner on the job says he's worried because his 15 year old stepson sexually assaulted his 13 year old stepdaughter and has court the next day and he's crying into his phone to his wife about how she needs to take her GED. I realized I wasn't depressed, this job was just killing me inside and if I didn't leave soon I'd end up like him - a broken fuck up of a man with no hope for a better tomorrow. I got marched into the office the next day and was told I was being suspended and would probably get fired because I kept calling in. I asked for a sheet of paper, my boss and his assistant gave it to me with a confused look on their face while I wrote out "I hereby resign, effective immediately." Walked out without a job, no idea how I was gonna pay my bills, but with hope for the first time in months.