What's The Worst Job You Ever Had?

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I'll tell you mine.

In one of the summers of my misspent youth, I somehow nabbed a part-time job delivering rubber stamps!

This was akin to nabbing crabs or a very bad headache.


I'd anticipated something in the arts--or at least working behind a notions counter, but no!

I had to ride a bike around the city, bringing various businesses their earth-shaking orders of rubber stamps, then hang there till getting the appropriate person to sign for it, then return to the rubber stamp dive in the Flatiron district to wait for my next glamourous transaction to launch.

Talk about overqualified!

The job was demeaning, low paying, and relatively pointless, but at least I got to ride a bike--and grant needy companies their rubber-stamp wishes as if by pixie magic.

What was your worst employment opportunity?

Working in an office where you had to wait for my rubber stamp delivery?



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Nonplussed
Nonplussed

In a canteen kitchen, peeling scalding boiled tongues.Packing live Chickens in crates for market.Oh it's endless...

Movielover
Movielover

One time...long ago when I was almost a child, I responded to an ad that sounded like an ok sales job. When I got there and was hired on the spot, I was taken in a van with a few other dupes to...sell tupperware knock offs to people coming out of discount stores in the parking lot, out of said van! This was so horrid I had to laugh about it even at the time. One time in a temp word processing job in NY I was sent to work for a stressed out puke of a woman who was really nutz and when I balked at her demands, she said, "I'm not going to ask for you to come back tomorrow!" When I said, "Ok. I think I should leave right now," she started crying. It was a terrible job, but making her cry was rather delish. I didn't have to call her a cunt or stomp on her foot or anything.

Jonster
Jonster

I worked in Darryl Zanuck's converted steam room at 20th Century Fox as a telex operator. I thought it might be a glamorous job for a clerk like me. It wasn't. The telex room was right under Zanuck's old office with a private stairway down, all done up in 1930s white tile, and there was a small pool in another room that was filled to the brim with beer and soda cans. No windows. My boss was a very large woman who never moved from her chair but had runners going out to Santa Anita to play the horses for her. It was soul crushing. I had a mini-nervous breakdown and my b/f took me away. I said "took," not "put," LOL. My very first job was making styrofoam cups back when they were the latest thing. Ha!

Songtangay
Songtangay

After college, I spent a summer driving around the country in a 27 foot long hot dog shaped car (The Wienermobile)... My job that hot summer? Spending nearly every day auditioning small kids to star in a television commercial...nearly a 1000 times a day, I had to endure listening to varied renditions of the Oscar Mayer Wiener Song and My B-O-L-O-G-N-A! And yes, my super sizzling Lamborgwienie could really haul buns!

evearden
evearden

What?! No-one's mentioned Derek & Clive?!!

Katy
Katy

My 1st job out of fashion design school (F.I.T.) I was hired by a now-defunct designer in NYC. She told me I couldn't be given the title "assistant designer" because I would have to earn it. She had me sweeping floors and picking up pins and all the while telling me I was less than an assistant--I felt like Cinderella. Meanwhile, she was interviewing my fellow recently graduated classmates who knew nothing more than I did nor were any more talented for the job of "assistant designer". I continued to interview at other companies during my lunch break and landed a better job. It was delicious to receive a week's pay and tell her I would not be back on Monday because I was going to be an ASSOCIATE designer at a bigger company. :)

Thecanarykid
Thecanarykid

It's a toss up between the factory where I worked for one day making gift bows by hand, earning ten cents a bow, and my current job where I'm not allowed to leave early on a day when I busted my ass getting here in a snowstorm. So instead I'll sit around for the next two hours blogging and b.s.ing with the rest of the bastard stepchildren.

Musto
Musto

That WAS a fun place, and I always wondered what it was like for the staff. Now I know. Eek.

Supergr8
Supergr8

I'm so sad about this...I loved it when I went there!

Danielnardicio
Danielnardicio

OMG the worst job i ever had was waiting tables at this gay restaurant on Bedford Street in the 90's- Universal Grill i think it was called. The restaurant was known for it's fun, party vibe, but in reality the owner was a fat, heinous, mean-spirited alcoholic named Jack who just made my life miserable.I think what made it is worse was that people ENVIED me for having that job, thinking it must be the most fun place to work, when instead it was this massively dysfunctional place with a great staff but as the italians say: "The fish stinks from the head" and whew that fishhead reeked!I hear the owner lives upstate with his parents now waiting tables- oh karma!

Slingshotsb
Slingshotsb

i worked in the fishing industry in Alaska. which wasn't horrible just very intense bootcamp, but one of the tasks was horrible and a punishment because i wouldn't comply with the sexist segregation of girls over here and boys over there (where its more interesting). anyway, i was put behind a machine that was processing salmon and spewing out fish guts and blood and my job to squeegee said blood and guts into a hole for 16 hours a day, while being doused of course. i refused to go to the girls section fyi, ah youth

Troofire
Troofire

It's a tie between the two factory jobs I had in college and working as adm. asst. to a film "mogul" in NYC. He was a nasty, narcissistic ugly gay man with three sons and an ex-wife. I had to coordinate his male whores' comings and going to his yacht in Florida and cancel the purchases on his credit cards after he let them use them to buy clothes and other baubles. After I left, more like escaped, he wouldn't give my replacement a day off to attend his poor mother's funeral.

Bpcarey48
Bpcarey48

bpc ;

For me, as an orderly in a hospital. Weighing organs in the morgue. $1.25/ hour. One positive: the "patient" didn't yell at me to get a bed pan, or talk back to me.

Cheers

Don
Don

Explain please, timmy.

timmmyk
timmmyk

Oh Don, it IS living hell. The examples I could provide could not ever accurately portray the atmosphere and ethos of the place, but it IS the 7th level of HELL. Beelzebub and all his hellish minions operate out of there.

timmmyk
timmmyk

It's a lot easier for me to list the good ones over the dozens of soul sucking nightmares I have had to endure. But I will say that the 20th - 23rd floor @ 3 Park Avenue IS the 7th level of HELL. For Realz.

Gregorama
Gregorama

I had a temp assignment where I had to answer an 800-number hotline to give prepared answers to people calling in with questions about their colostomies (I only lasted one day).

Rhythm Agnes
Rhythm Agnes

The worst for me was selling ladies shoes, and this was in the days when you had to put 'em on their feet. I saw so many crones with bunions & other hideous foot ailments that I nearly hurl thinking about those days.

Musto
Musto

Most improv is truly awful, so you did good by avoiding it.

Natali
Natali

I haven't had a lot of jobs so I'd say my worst was one I almost had, but didn't. In high school, my father wanted me to spend a summer working at the summer camp my siblings went to but I was totally not into it because I thought some of the activities were really out there. The director of the camp had been a writer/actor/producer in Hollywood so he was pretty into improv and created something called Mythix. It's hard to explain but anyway, it was weird. Just trust me. I have nothing against improv or creativity but I found the whole thing to be rather bizarre. I went home after that orientation day and basically told my dad, "No way." It may have been a mistake though because that was the same camp Bowie sent his kid to and I could have met him since my stepmom wouldn't let me go with her to pick up my little sister from his house. Then again, his kid may have gone after Mythix was a part of it because I think when the director left (to become an Orthodox rabbi, no joke), it was no longer part of the camp. I think...don't take my word for it. Anyway, there it is...camp counselor for little pay, and a lot of crazy.

Jonboy
Jonboy

Back in the 1980s , I don't know possessed me to even try it , I got a job trying to sell Kirby Vacuum cleaners , door to door . Well as you can imagine , I had so many doors slammed in my face , people would scream at me , ok this was the before the internet , so this was the way it was done. I could not take the rejection , so I quit before I was fired . Door to Door salesman was not in the cards for me .

winniemc
winniemc

I was a 6 a.m. pizza dough maker. Then, I was a pink Power Ranger at ghetto birthday parties. Following that, I sold used Pontiacs. So many, many awful jobs...

Zazu
Zazu

I worked in a university library and having to keep quiet all day drove me TOTALLY BONKERS.

Musto
Musto

PS: A temp job I once had at a literary agency was pretty horrible too. They made it sound like a creative position, but basically I was typing memos for a snooty, condescending prick who made life hell for me. I left after three days.

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