Worst Job Ever
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I worked on a giant egg farm that contained about 15000 free roaming chickens, such vile and nasty creatures they are. Oh and the guys that owned it were a gay couple name Gil and Mack... I swear to god I'm not lying.
My worst job was my only job so i cant really compare but it was still damn awfull.
It was at Mcdonalds. I was the only one who ever washed my hands on time and i got told off for it repeatedly for wasting time. Loads of my stuff got nicked from my locker. My contract was for full time but they only gave me 15 hours a week if i was lucky.
I was going to sue them for it but i couldnt afford a lawyer. It really sucked. Oh, and it was minimum wage.
Never work in Mcdonalds.
It was at Mcdonalds. I was the only one who ever washed my hands on time and i got told off for it repeatedly for wasting time. Loads of my stuff got nicked from my locker. My contract was for full time but they only gave me 15 hours a week if i was lucky.
I was going to sue them for it but i couldnt afford a lawyer. It really sucked. Oh, and it was minimum wage.
Never work in Mcdonalds.
The one that I'm working on right now.
It's called "storming". Whenever there's some busted up pipe somewhere, we do the fixing. However, the job is I.E boring.
-There's nothing to feel like you have a good day at work.
-The employees treats me like I'm some kid who doesn't need working. When the boss arrives I look like some lazy ass.
-I get yelled at by each employees because I didn't do what they wanted by their own way. (Each employees have 6 different methods).
-Even the good old saying "Well, at least you're getting payed" gets on my nerves.
-Every citizen that points his head thinks he's the boss.
-They all think I got my jobs because my dad got connections.
-I'm doing obvious grammar faults because I'm thinking about them! (This is a half-joke/half truth).
I'm telling you! I've been singing Maggie's Farm since the day I started this job!
It's called "storming". Whenever there's some busted up pipe somewhere, we do the fixing. However, the job is I.E boring.
-There's nothing to feel like you have a good day at work.
-The employees treats me like I'm some kid who doesn't need working. When the boss arrives I look like some lazy ass.
-I get yelled at by each employees because I didn't do what they wanted by their own way. (Each employees have 6 different methods).
-Even the good old saying "Well, at least you're getting payed" gets on my nerves.
-Every citizen that points his head thinks he's the boss.
-They all think I got my jobs because my dad got connections.
-I'm doing obvious grammar faults because I'm thinking about them! (This is a half-joke/half truth).
I'm telling you! I've been singing Maggie's Farm since the day I started this job!
I've done some pretty weird stuff for jobs in my short life, and that comes along with some pretty awful conditions. Let's have a look, shall we?
Bread factory: Horrid, monotonous work. Grab 5 loaves, into the tray. Grab another 5 loaves, into the tray. Stack tray. Do it again. For your entire shift. And you know how freshly baked bread smells nice? Well, it doesn't after 8 hours. You know what smells worse? Soaking wet bread crumbs. You know what's even worse? Having a stack of crates fall on your leg and having to deal with the deluge of mail from the WSIB.
Lawn/garden care: Boss was a huge jackass. Nothing I did was ever good enough. Now, I like to think I get along with most people, but I just could not get along with this man at all. He was so spastic, so bull-headed, and so ignorant, not to mention he had a rather tenuous grasp of the English language. The work wasn't bad, but I would die a happy man if I never ran into this boss again.
Warehouse/delivery: This is what I do know. You know those giant inflatable jungle gyms? Yeah, I pack those into vans and deliver them. The delivery isn't bad; half the time I get there, set up, and then get to read a book all day. The days spent working at the warehouse, however, are the worst days of my life. Atrociously long hours (7AM to 1AM the next morning) with shifts sometimes no more than 6 hours apart, and the whole time my boss is breathing down my neck, cursing me out for not reading his mind, or giving me completely asinine and pointless tasks.
Bread factory: Horrid, monotonous work. Grab 5 loaves, into the tray. Grab another 5 loaves, into the tray. Stack tray. Do it again. For your entire shift. And you know how freshly baked bread smells nice? Well, it doesn't after 8 hours. You know what smells worse? Soaking wet bread crumbs. You know what's even worse? Having a stack of crates fall on your leg and having to deal with the deluge of mail from the WSIB.
Lawn/garden care: Boss was a huge jackass. Nothing I did was ever good enough. Now, I like to think I get along with most people, but I just could not get along with this man at all. He was so spastic, so bull-headed, and so ignorant, not to mention he had a rather tenuous grasp of the English language. The work wasn't bad, but I would die a happy man if I never ran into this boss again.
Warehouse/delivery: This is what I do know. You know those giant inflatable jungle gyms? Yeah, I pack those into vans and deliver them. The delivery isn't bad; half the time I get there, set up, and then get to read a book all day. The days spent working at the warehouse, however, are the worst days of my life. Atrociously long hours (7AM to 1AM the next morning) with shifts sometimes no more than 6 hours apart, and the whole time my boss is breathing down my neck, cursing me out for not reading his mind, or giving me completely asinine and pointless tasks.
7 hours? That's nothing. I was at BK for 6 years.Dr.Poisonfreak said:
Try being a shift coordinator with dumb-ass 15 year olds as part of your crew.
I swear, I didn't get those kids. We were paying them to do that work, and they acted like it was chores at home.
Made me want to dunk each of them in the fryer.
But, more on topic, my worst job would have to be a night janitor for a court house.
Why prisoners in the holding cell would think it's a good idea to shit in a sink, I'll never know...
But I know how to clean it up.
worst job i properly had was working at co-op god that would be the last time i work in a supermarket. really boring and just took loads of cig breaks when my boss wasnt looking lol lasted about a mounth then i got fired for not doing my work lol
The thing is, the rest of the work was all paper garbage and easy sweeping...it's just those darn holding cells.xmetatr0nx said:
I stayed there for about 6 or 7 months. Not every night was a shit-in-the-sink night, but when it happened...it was unpleasant.
Worst job I ever had, lifeguard. You'd be surprised at the number of people who try to drown themselves every day.
But hey, at least it wasn't as bad as this:
But hey, at least it wasn't as bad as this:
My worst job was when I worked at Valleyfair (owned by the same people who own Cedar Point). I basically had to sit in a room all day and get bitched at by people who had a problem with something I didn't even do. And I had to work from 7am until 10pm everyday for $6.50 an hour, no overtime and no holiday pay. This was 2005 too.
My best job was closing for Burger King. The place itself kinda sucked, but the management was great and they made it fun to be there, that is, until we got a new manager through a transfer. I soon got fired for "stealing" a cheeseburger. I got so pissed, I broke the safety glass on the door when I was leaving. It was awesome.
My best job was closing for Burger King. The place itself kinda sucked, but the management was great and they made it fun to be there, that is, until we got a new manager through a transfer. I soon got fired for "stealing" a cheeseburger. I got so pissed, I broke the safety glass on the door when I was leaving. It was awesome.
I was packing and unpacking books and cd's (and other small stuff) in a warehouse... for a YEAR... EVEN MORE... grrr.
I quit three months ago, after i just couldn't take the dullness anymore. (I am described as highly intelligent and i have a need to learn and experience new things) The boredom was combined with stress. I was even supervisor for 2-6 people, taught myself to help with the software and operate the heavy machinery, but was paid as normal: 9.21 Euro... 50 cents more for nightshift (which i pretty much always had, voluntarily)
Hm, now you had me ranting about that... damn wasted year...
I quit three months ago, after i just couldn't take the dullness anymore. (I am described as highly intelligent and i have a need to learn and experience new things) The boredom was combined with stress. I was even supervisor for 2-6 people, taught myself to help with the software and operate the heavy machinery, but was paid as normal: 9.21 Euro... 50 cents more for nightshift (which i pretty much always had, voluntarily)
Hm, now you had me ranting about that... damn wasted year...
Victoria's Secret. Believe it or not, working there was not fun at all (it's worth confirming for this post that, yes, I'm a guy.)
First, the store is sexist. But it's understandable, considering their product, so I can't blame them. The only problem it does have is that if you're a guy, you will be sales support. That means they stick you in the back, out of sight, to fold clothes that come in the shipments.
Which brings me to the second point. Folding bras sucks. There are no two ways about it. And on top of making sure that you fold every single one properly and sort them all out according to style and size (mind you the back rooms can be small as shit,) you also have to put security tags in each one, in such a fashion that it doesn't actually damage the bra itself. (moving threads around is the name of the game here,) And you have to do several boxes worth. Today.
First, the store is sexist. But it's understandable, considering their product, so I can't blame them. The only problem it does have is that if you're a guy, you will be sales support. That means they stick you in the back, out of sight, to fold clothes that come in the shipments.
Which brings me to the second point. Folding bras sucks. There are no two ways about it. And on top of making sure that you fold every single one properly and sort them all out according to style and size (mind you the back rooms can be small as shit,) you also have to put security tags in each one, in such a fashion that it doesn't actually damage the bra itself. (moving threads around is the name of the game here,) And you have to do several boxes worth. Today.