Worst Job??

Discussion in 'The Club House' started by Dillinger, Jul 9, 2009.

  1. Dillinger

    Dillinger New Member

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    So, we all have jobs that we complain about, but what is the absolute WORST job you have ever had, and why??

    When I was about 20 I got a job with a buddy working at an insulation company. Small outfit, but my buddy was making bank, at the time, and he swore that I would do the same.

    Well, he was doing wall installation, called hanging bats, and his day consisted of filling a machine with fiberglass blow in insulation, or unrolling sheets of standard fiberglass and tacking in place in new homes. Pretty cake gig, and it was piecemeal, so the more insulation his two man team put in, the more money they made.

    So, I get hired in and they don't have any openings in the wall department, but they have one in under the house insulation. Okay, no big deal, I am not afraid of the dark or crawling around under a house and I am getting more per piece than my buddy, so I figure I will clean up. Not to mention with all the new construction going on, I can pull into a new development, go from house to house in brand new homes, with no one living in them, and make some good coin. I blow through the 2 hours of training, this is going to be cake.

    Day 1: I get to the shop and get my first assignment. It's an existing home and it's 2.5 hours drive from the shop. WTF?! I am working alone and the truck they are going to issue me has the hood up and there is a guy working on it. In addition, the air compressure powered staple gun I am supposed to use has a blown seal and they are trying to get it to work. Obviously they were REALLY prepared to have the new guy start. So, even though I arrived at 0600, I don't get on the road until almost 0900. :mad:

    It's damn near noon by the time I find this place and I haven't made a red cent yet.

    So, I get to the place and there is a note on the door from the owner that they had to run to the store and would be back. No big deal I figure, I can get started and they can come find me when they get home. Wrong! the damn crawl space entrance is in the master bedroom of the house. WTF?!

    So, I sit on my ass for about 30 or 40 minutes after getting all my stuff layed out and the owner comes home. We chat and BS, then I get to work.

    The underside of this guy's house is on a hillside, so the area under the master bedroom is tall enough to almost stand, but the other 3/4 of this place is damn tight I am practically putting the insulation up with my face. This sucks!

    I work until 1800 and decide to call it a day. I get cleaned up and start home. The truck starts making some seriously awful noises and I have to pretty much limp it back to the shop at about half speed, so I don't get home, to a shower and some much needed rack time, until about 2100. :mad:

    There was not a Day 2 to this story. I walked into the bosses office and told him either I work walls, or I am done. He doesn't have any openings in walls, so I quit on the spot and told him to send me my production "check".

    The bastard never did send me my money, so about 2 months later, having got a job at a cabinet shop like a week later, I drove by one night with a slingshot and a couple of marbles and took out the plate glass window of the shop. I figured that made us even....

    So, what is your worst job ever and how long did you last??

    JD
     
  2. Benning Boy

    Benning Boy New Member

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    I work in nursing. Occaisionally, I freelance through an agency.

    I get sent to a place close to the mall where they filmed one of those "Living Dead" movies.

    The joint they sent me to was filthy, and all around bad.

    So a patient is walking toward me, naked, with some disorder that makes him lean completely over to one side. He had just fallen and cracked his head on the corner of a table. I have a skinny, bleeding, naked guy moaning and shuffling toward me.

    Didn't go back.
     

  3. Ubergopher

    Ubergopher New Member

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    Pics or I'm calling shenanigans.
     
  4. Benning Boy

    Benning Boy New Member

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    All true. I can't reveal too much, in accordance with HIPPA regulations, but it was creepy. The building had some Silent Hill type s**t going on, and it was all thoroughly unpleasant.
     
  5. Ubergopher

    Ubergopher New Member

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    I figured that about the HIPPA as far as the patient goes. You can't just pop in again (with a 12 guage just in case) pop a couple pictures with your camera and run before you aquire a taste for braaaaaaaains?
     
  6. Benning Boy

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    Some things I won't do. Gay Adult Cinema. Digging sewage lines in Indian burial grounds. And going back to that building.:eek:
     
  7. easterner123

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    the worst job I've had to do so far was recycling beer bottles. it is deceptively dirty. we did it to raise money for the football team, as the town refused to fund us to start our program. every saturday for a year i went down to the dump to do the bottles. the worst one was during the summer.
    Four guys showed up. we usually had twelve. on a good day it would take us about 2-3 hours to process all the stuff and get it to the turn in station. that day it took 6, not including the run to the station. then it started to get humid. and sticky. then I found out we ran out of rubber gloves. then I spilt three half finished beer bottles all over me. then i got stung by a wasp. then i cut my hand on a beer bottle. and finally, at the turn in station, i dropped a whole case of beer bottles. and unlike JD, i couldn't quit.

    my dads first job was as a plumber. he had went to a trade school and landed a job with a local guy. turns out the guy was nasty to him, all the time. one day, it was about 90 outside and he was working on the roof of a house with a guy. being in a particularly foul mood, the boss made my dad get every tool he needed one at a time instead of bringing the whole toolbox up. my dad apparently wasnt working to his boss' standards, so one more time he sent him down for a tool, and he took the truck and the ladder and left the guy on the roof. he dropped the truck off at the guys office, hopped in his own car and never saw him again
     
  8. indy_kid

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    A bad one...

    Well, not the worst job, but one that I had to quit or go nuts.

    When I was 17, I was working after school at a place doing silk-screen T-shirts. I operated one of the printers; you'd place a piece of coated paper on the base, hit the PRINT button, the top would come down, a "trowel" (for lack of a better term) would push the ink goop over the screen then run back, the top would go up, I'd peel the paper off the platform and throw it on a conveyor belt that would run it through a heater to dry the goop.

    I would print about 5 copies of one design (these were for "sample" T-shirts that would be shown to school groups - bands, clubs, etc. - who would then place orders for several hundred or so). I'd then have to change the design, which took about 5 minutes: pull the old one off, clean out the excess goop, tape up a new design, run a few test copies until I got good, complete coverage, then run 5 "sample" copies. I'd do this for 3 hours a day (3pm-6PM); usually 3-4 school days a week. A big, clanking machine, sitting next to this heater pumping out 200F air at me.

    The job went on into the summer (and sitting next to that oven in the summer was no fun), and near the end of July, I had a dream one night where I thought I had to clear off everything near me, because the goop was beginning to get smeared all over the place. When I woke up, my pillows were on the floor, and I had managed to push the blanket and sheets to the bottom of the bed.

    I quit the next day. Told the boss that when I started doing the stuff in my sleep, that was the sign to move on. He was a bad boss; always short-tempered, never a compliment, and even gave his wife quite a beat-down for putting Scotch tape on the paneling (he worked out of his house). He did this in front of most of the employees; we were all pretty shocked at this.

    Most of the employees were from my neighborhood. I think just about every kid in the neighborhood worked for this guy at some point; most stayed about 2-3 months then quit because of all the BS. He had completed dental school, but never went into practice. I guess he thought he could make more with his T-shirt business than being a dentist.
     
  9. Jo da Plumbr

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    I used to do apartment service work so I have a lot of bad jobs that were just one day or even part day deals. One I’ll never forget was a call to a real slum apartment for a clogged toilet. These low life welfare moron a holes had been sh1tt1ng in the toilet even though it would not flush. It was full to the top and the whole apartment was putrid with stink. I could not get a snake through the clog and ended up having to scoop all the sh1t out of the toilet before I could pull the bowl from the floor. Turned out they’re little brat kid had flushed his GI Joe, and I had to replace the whole toilet.
     
  10. Jo da Plumbr

    Jo da Plumbr New Member

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    Round two. Almost as bad as round one.

    I was doing a service call at a restaurant, and had to check piping above the suspended ceiling tiles. I was lifting the tiles to check the direction of the pipes. When I lifted one of the tiles a large puddle of blood, bile , urine and rat sh1t poured down off the top of the tile right into my face and all over my clothes. This was closely followed by the dead rat that had been lying on top of the tile I lifted. I nearly threw up from the smell of death all over me. I had to spend an hour in the shower scrubbing with Ajax, and I threw the uniform in the trash.
     
  11. Shotgun Shooter

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    Well I've only had two jobs. I'm not sure which was worse. Pushing shopping carts in 3" of slush or doing hay for 8 hours in the 90 degree weather.

    S.S.
     
  12. Benning Boy

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    Once I delivered pizzas. One time, Nina Hartley answered the door in lingerie, had no money, and wanted to know if there was some other way to pay. After a comment about my "pepperoni", funky disco music started to play, and...oh wait, that's the movie I'm watching. Nevermind.
     
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  13. Troy Michalik

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    The worst job I ever had was selling Kirby vacuum cleaners. That’s right, door to door. Well, kind of. We had to walk the neighborhood trying to schedule “free carpet cleanings”, which was just a ploy for a huge sales pitch. So out of the 10,000 doors you knock on, you get 2-3 visits. And after shampooing someone’s living room, in a shirt and tie none the less, and giving them the whole song and dance (which takes a couple hours once it’s all said and done), you’re suppose to call in to the office to let them know that these people don’t want to buy it. So the folks back at the office start negotiating over the phone with you as the middle man. Somehow I sold one on my second day, so I’m thinking this isn’t too bad, that is until pay day rolls around. See, that one fine little detail that they failed to mention during your three days of unpaid training, is that when you are on the phone doing the negotiating, the folks at the office are negotiating with YOUR commission. I made a big scene in the office in front of all the new trainees before I walked out.

    The worst job assignment I ever had was back in my younger days when I worked heavy construction for a chemical company in Houston. I was assigned to a carpenters crew, and it was our task to build 72 concrete footings for a monster cable tray inside of a big high voltage electrical yard. And since it was a high voltage electrical yard no heavy equipment was aloud past the gate. Just in case you can’t see where I’m going with this…. Myself and four other college kids home for the summer dug, by hand, 72 holes 6 feet long by 3 feet wide by 3 feet deep in hard packed clay, then we helped the actual carpenters build the forms, then we had to pour all the concrete with wheel barrows since the cement truck couldn’t come into the yard. Ah, good times….
     
  14. orangello

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    I was a state tax auditor for 10 years before i quit. In the beginning i was part of a team that audited casinos; spend a month or so checking the revenue reporting math & backup & procedures, no biggie. Then the political winds blew that function down the ladder of importance (they figured out the boats weren't much for cheating and getting caught). Time for some income tax audit projects; i was part of a group that checked every return filed from out-of-state with gaming income/losses (usually exactly the same). Apparently not three people had bothered to read the exemption and deduction income-based allocation instructions, also heard a lot of "i lost my arse" stories from lil old ladies, it suuuuuucked. This project was used to justify a law change so out-of-staters need not file (no chance to recover "withholding" on gaming winnings, basically) :rolleyes: . Next project, check all the married people pretending to be single parents in what had to be the most pathetically depressed and ignorant county in my state, just sad. Then, i got stuck doing sales & use tax audits from a list of accounts that hadn't been checked in umpteen years in a very rural county in my fairly rural state; the day i spent looking at the worst excuse for records i could imagine while being incessantly chatted with by the business owner/hobbyist's wife and similarly sneezed at by their allergy-ridden (to the point of having towels on the freakin furniture) cat, i realized i needed an exit plan. That job just sucked.

    If you ever have a run-in with a tax auditor who is an absolute ahole, there is usually a pretty good reason. The only thing that protected my sanity was teaching a few night classes a week.
     
  15. Troy Michalik

    Troy Michalik Is it Friday yet? Supporter

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    90 degrees? Hehe, I long for 90 degrees.
     
  16. Shotgun Shooter

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    Well I live in NY and I'm more into colder weather. :)

    S.S.
     
  17. Troy Michalik

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    I know, I'm just giving you a hard time. It was 105 here yesterday and when I got home from work I had to rebuild a fence one of our horses tore up. So 90 degrees struck me a little funny.

    By the same token, I don't do cold very well.....
     
  18. jng2985

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    Me and a buddy had a tiling job in Tampa when we where 17, WORST job ever! We laid tile in brand new house's. After painters come in and spray paint a lot covers the floor, so the beginning of the day started with scraping paint of the floor "woohoo" So everyday there 100% humidity, and about 95-100 degrees, so All the paint dust is sticking to you.. After all the paint is cleaned up we would start dry laying tile to find out where cuts need to be and what needs to be taped up. That would take the majority of the day. Most of these houses were at least 2 hours away, we only got paid from getting to the job site until we left. So there 4 hours a day we wouldn't make our ****y 7 bucks an hour. There was another guy that worked with us on occasion and he was a 400lbs guy that lived out of his car, I can not describe to you how this man smelt. He could be 300yrds away up wind and it would make you gag. So try to imagine how it was when he was 10 feet away in a house with not the greatest air flow. The boss was a pill popping ass wipe, He was a decent guy to invite over for a bbq and crack a few brews. As a boss he was ridiculous, trying to skip us out of money any way he could. We worked 50 hours easy a week, no benefits, no over time, no notta... thats my worst job ever.
     
  19. pioneer461

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    A few (8) years ago, immediately after retiring from the PD, I was hired by a company in the shooting industry, which if I mentioned their name, you would most likely recognize. A friend recommended me to a friend of his, who was the marketing V.P. of the company who was looking for someone with my background for a marketing position he was creating. I took a job in the shipping / receiving department, which was to be very "temporary," in order to get my foot in the company door and move into the new job when it became available.

    The V.P. got into a pissing match with the CEO and wound up resigning. :( The new V.P. took over and decided that he wanted someone with a slightly different background than mine, so I was stuck. The shipping part of the job was ok, but I absolutely HATED the receiving part. That plus the fact that the supervisor there was not a real fan of police officers. I stuck it out for a couple of years until I was able to move into the Security Dept. I stuck that out for about a year, but the guy I reported to had absolutely NO idea what security is all about. He didn't want me to aggressively investigate anything. It is a family run company, and he was afraid that a pro-active security department would make the workers feel "uncomfortable" about not being trusted. GOOD GRIEF! :mad:

    I began looking around and was fortunate to fall into the gig I now have. When I left, I had enough time in to get vested into their retirement plan. I took full advantage of the employee discount on products, willingly accepted the annual profit share checks and will get a monthly check for life.
    GREAT company, bad job. :cool:

    PS: About a year after I left, there was another manager shake-up, and most of the security upgrades I pushed for were finally adopted.
     
  20. RL357Mag

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    I got a free Kirby "Diamond Edition" because the dip****s that came to my house left with my $189 Hoover without my permission. I was on my way out when they showed up, and I left my girlfriend specific instructions NOT to sign anything or agree to a purchase. I also told the smart-assed kid I was not going to buy it, but if he wanted to shampoo my carpets I would give him $20, and I did. Later that night when I got home I saw the Kirby sitting in my living room. I ripped the girlfriend a new a$$hole and went searching for my Hoover, which was gone! Apparently they tried their high pressure sales routine despite my telling them I would NOT buy one. I had purchased a Kirby 10 years ealier and was familiar with their scam where they deduct up to $300 for your current vacuum. So I waited about a week before the manager called asking how I wished to pay...I told him unless he brought back my Hoover he wasn't getting his Kirby back! He informed me he no longer had the Hoover but would pay me for it...I said "no thanks, it had sentimental value and cannot be replaced". After several threatening calls from him I called back and told him if he EVER called my number and threatened me again I would personally stop by his office and shove the Kirby so far up his a$$ he would need an Electrolux to suck it back out, I then called his manager and threatened to sue Kirby for coming into my house, stealing a vacuum cleaner, and making treatening phone calls! Today I am the proud owner of a $1600 Kirby Vacuum:D
     
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