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In my youth, I worked for a fruit processing/pacing plant in Southwestern Michigan. It was cherry season and the cherries were pitted by machine, the cherry pits were removed from the machine via conveyor belt and dumped onto a truck for disposal. The wooden sides on the conveyor, where it exited the building and dumped onto the truck were broken. My job was to shovel the spilled cherry pits back onto the truck. Yes, I was hired to replace 3 feet of broken wooden slats. A philosophical young man can do some real damage to his sense of self worth in circumstances like that...
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working for a women who would only give me negative feedback - on issues that were a reflection on how she ran the program I was working in. I now aim to keep jobs where there is a teamwork feeling and not a feeling of being bossed by someone who sees themselves as the BOSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Cluck-U Chicken. you have no idea how ridiculous people were over their chicken. never in my life have i been screamed at so much. also, i love cooking, but since i was a girl, i had to be the cashier. girls werent allowed to cook, which made that job suck even more.
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the military was the worst for me. Four years of a job I couldn't quit. I suffered from depression, apathy, and developed an eye twitch. There would be times where I wouldn't see the sun for a month straight, or longer.
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Passing out flyers for Quilted f*****g Northern at a Komen Race For The Cure, and working on-campus with food services.
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I've had to do some icky things like cleaning dried-up, stuck-on worms and sour milk out of the bottom of a cooler, but the people I worked for and with were terrific, so I survived. It was my first job and I didn't realize I could take breaks! I would work 10 hours straight at first without sitting. But the worst job I ever had was in an art gallery where the female boss grabbed my arms and bruised me when she was making a point. I wrote and angry letter and eventually left, but I should have walked out right then and there. Who you work with and for are so very important. I can't stand control freaks or corporate sponge-brains. I love working with kind, fun people. You're right MLZellers, we do learn from the bad ones! Especially the bad...
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Oh there have been so many it's like choosing between evil stepchildren - McDonald's, telemarketing, supermarket cashier... But the only job I ever walked out on was a data entry job for a bank. They handed me a 2-foot tall stack of a dot matrix printout containing only old account numbers. I had to manually enter each account # and hit delete. Talk about monotonous. But the last straw was the boss stopping everyone daily to stand in their cubes and do anti-carpal stretches - on Friday he jazzed it up by doing the hokey pokey. About 80 old women around me doing the hokey pokey. Yikes.
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build-a-bear work shop...at christmas time! my mother once had to drag me out of the mall at midnight on a school night because clean-up was taking so long. it would have helped if they were smart enough to buy an extension cord for the vacuum. we would sweep the whole store into one little pile next to the outlet and THEN suck the little pile up with the vacuum. plus anywhere where they talk in earnest about a place called "bear-quarters"...something ain't right.
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Worst was for Mini Maids. We went into this house and there was a full inch of dust piled on everything - GA red clay dust mixed with the hair of their 1800 enormous dogs that lived in the house with them. Talk about gross!!! That was the day my 2 week career with them ended. At the time, the economy was pretty flush and I was ok to quit without being homeless. Otherwise, I would have toughed it out honestly. I've never been too proud to do any work to make ends meet. Can't be these days. I have to agree with bethenextstep about NOT having a job being the worst!!!
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I've held quite a few crappy jobs. Telemarketer, McDonald's employee, Senior Center program helper. But the worst, most hated task that I ever had the duty to complete was being in charge of a Baby Think It Over program at the best job I ever had. 25 battery operated electronic babies checked out to middle and high school students in order to dissuade them from becoming teen parents. Like a freakin' electronic baby is going to prevent that. But I digress. Upon checking them back in, I had to clean them. These little plastic cherubs smelled of smoke and God knows what else. And once, a baby was returned with vomit on it. Yep, some kid's little brother threw up on the doll and he NEVER CLEANED IT OFF! Not only did I hate that particular program, but I hated those things with all my heart.
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The worst job I ever had was as a teenager: I was a telephone tarot card reader. Worst time and job of my life... Absolutely disgusting. Close second: telesales.
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telemarketing! f*****g hated it! worked from 5-9pm almost everyday coz thats the time when people r home from work b4 they go sleep, the time they want to rest and spend time with their family! and I would be the annoying fucktard who harasses them with phone calls trying to sell seasonal subscriptions passes to watch plays & musicals, during the time when the economic crisis hit the worst! i get yelled at, hung up on, rejection after rejection, then i get called into boss' office, asking why i haven't made a sale in a week.. base pay was minimal, i woke up stressed every morning worrying abt not making a sale.. urgh! the day i quit was probably one of the happiest days of my life..
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I love love loved being a camp counselor through university summers. The pay sucked, but it was free room (or tent) & board and fun & games day & night. The worst one though was a camp for inner city kids. It was also the best, because I met so many hidden jewels… but it was the worst, because none of them really have much chance for a carefree summer camp life on the streets. That message that they were nothing was already stamped on their foreheads.
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and trust me-i've celaned a toilet or two in my day that doesn't even bother me. but just knowing that someone pissed on the floor, knowing some shmo was gonna have to clean it up really really offended me
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house cleaner at shawnee villas i quit/got fired when one day i went in to a villa bathroom and saw someone had peed on the floor-on purpose-to be an as*hole-and blatently refused to clean it up. i was done. it was over. i wasn't leaving there ONE MORE DAY with random pubic hairs one my person ANY LONGER
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i still feel sorry for the owner...i was a cashier at some chicken place but he expected me do other jobs a cashier DOESN'T do lol ... i always sold the wrong chicken a horrible job
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