the WORST job you ever had?!
 

Mine was when I was about 19....in west Texas. I helped a buddy sandblast the inside of oilfield scrubbers. You had to crawl inside these things that were about 60 ft long....and only about 48" around. It was summertime.....hotter than a SUMBITCH and you had to be in full sandblasting gear laying on your back...worming your way thru the scrubber. These things were on pipe rollers and they would rotate them from the outside. It was absolutely MISERABLE!

In the summer of 1973 I took a job (as an in-betweener) for a 55 gallon drum recycling company, what we call 44 gallon drums, now 200 litre.

We used to get half used drums of avtur, jet fuel, which worked really well in kerosene lamps and heaters.

The bad stuff was drums of rancid tallow which were rolled through a hot caustic bath, then flushed with steam and water.

It stank like vomit, eight hours a day.

In the summer of 1992, I worked for a whole week as a telemarketer, selling death insurance to little old ladies and men using scare tactics. I quit over principle and went back to being a waitress.

I don't think either was as bad as those ^^ two.

There was this job where I was required to wrangle things that screamed, punched, kicked, urinated, vomited, defecated, threw things like chairs, cursed and spewed racial epithets, all while not being given a break to eat or pee for as many as 10 hours a day. I was required to do this while collecting data at 30 minute intervals and completing legal paperwork. Can't wait til summer is over to start back :D

Used to work in a produce warehouse for a bunch of fucking exploitative bastards.

The worse day was in the middle of a then 10-hour shift, where I came around the corner, and found a diabetic friend of mine passed out on the floor. They wouldn't let him take a break for necessary personal maintenance. He did get to go home after that. The rest of us had to work four more hours.

:rofl:

Oh god - too many awful jobs to mention. Most of them because of working with horrible people, rather than what I was actually doing. Having said that, working 13 hour shifts 7 days a week on my feet in a shop with a 1 hour break for lunch where we were not allowed to speak to our colleagues, even if the shop had no customers wasn't much fun, and I suspect not entirely legal.

Most of my bad jobs were like Lou's, not so much inhumane conditions as just total assholes for bosses, esp. the one where everyone in management inherited their positions. That said, I was reminded the other day by making a delivery to my last place of employment that working in any print shop is a miserable environment...you don't even realize how you come how you come home every day smelling of the petrochemical solvents in the blanket wash used on all presses until you get away from it for awhile.

Its a toss up between sacking feed in a feed mill in 95+ weather,or working on a dairy having to get up at 4am to milk 120 cows.

My worst job....well, the people were nice, but the job....Let see, I worked at a contract packaging house. I had to screw tops on bottles (that hurt at 8 hours a day) and among other things, I had to manage a machine that packaged powdered easter egg dye. I would sneeze different colors for a day or so after I worked there (that and the first time washing your hands after the shift started was interesting...what color would hands become?).

Production Assistant
 

Thought it would be the best job ever... was lucky enough to be assigned to a lingerie catalog company. I had been the photographer's assistant for a hat and glove catalog company previously, so I was extremely excited. As it turned out, I only printed addresses on envelopes and stuffed them with thank you letters for orders placed. After seeing how many thousands of guys ordered and what they ordered, I'll never look at a lingerie catalog the same way again.

I always look at lingerie catalogs this way.

Not so much as the jobs as the people. I'm stuck in the middle of a bitch fight right now and it has me sooo stressed that I wanna hand in my keys. I would rather be stressed out from no job then the bullshit I have now.

hmmmm, maybe telemarketing security systems.

Or picking strawberries.

Or maybe when I did heavy equipment pressure washing for about 2 weeks. It was winter and we'd have to go to the equipment yard in the middle of the night. That's a recipe for cold, wet, and miserable.

Working at k-b toys for me. I work 4 days in two weeks (it was after school part time, but damn that sucks). I like the assistant manager, but the store manager was a bitch. Add that to the fact that I had to call THEM to find out if I was working because instead of actually scheduling me, they put me on call five days a week. I could deal with the customers and the work itself, but that having to call in was bullshit. If they hadn't fired me, I would've quit after the third week.