hey todd, FYI, it's "worst", not "worse". "worse" is used when you compare two things to each other. "worst" is used when you compare one thing to everything else.

not trying to be an assface, just offering up something your english teachers should have driven home years ago.

Worst - cleaning up a donut store. I had to scrape grease, hose mats, etc. and then come home with rancid icing all over my pants.

Best - record store manager.

toomanyhelicopters wrote:hey todd, FYI, it's "worst", not "worse".

not trying to be an assface, just offering up something your english teachers should have driven home years ago.

Just fixed it, thanks.
Nothing assface about your comment. I had the most worstest english teachers.

todd_v wrote:I worked as a store detective for 2 years.

I had a friend who did that. He once apprehended a dude in a wheelchair who tried to steal a bunch of clothes by putting them in his lap and covering them up with a blanket or something. The guy got so frightenend when he got caught that he peed all over my friend and the clothes he tried to steal.

Chris Garges
Charlotte, NC

When I was about 16-17 can't remember which. I worked 2 nights, thats all, at a Chicken Factory.
It was easily the worst job I ever could imagine, and one of the most dead and discusting environments to be in.
On my first night I stood on a factory line with a load illiterate drop outs, who thought the job was the best thing ever. I had to pick up 2 pieces of chicken and put them in a polystyrene pack and put it on a conveyor belt. Then on the the second night I had to grab dead, plucked chickens off a conveyor and cut their necks off. Pull out their insides, break their legs twice, and put their feet in the ass. then tied a string round it and put in on a different conveyor. This they call "Trussing".

I'm now a sound engineer and I haven't eaten chicken in quite a while. It's a good job, the downsides would be there are still shit bands in this world. And it's a protools based studio. But still, it beats chicken feet forced anal insertions. Mind you some of you might be into that? WHO KNOWS!?!?

Granting that having a job is almost always better than unemployment, here are my experiences with hellish 'tasks:'

Worked in a Carwash in Akron, Ohio, from 13-15 years of age, 12 hours on Sat. and Sun. January would be non-stop days of sub-freezing temps, wet, breathing exhaust. Brutal. I quit in February of '83 after a 13 hour stint (no OT, but we had to finish a line of cars that reached a quarter mile up the road) which involved being yelled at incessantly by the owner despite his repeatedly spraying me with the pressure gun. I coughed up green goo the whole time.

During the summers between College I worked in a couple different steel mills in Canton, Ohio. One task that had to be done about once a week required the shovelling of 'shot' (pellets of steel fine enough to be confused with the sands of Santorini) into a machine called the 'Wheel Abrader' so that processed specialty steels could essentially be sandblasted. After two or three 40 minute stints in the 'shot pit,' a closet space beneath the abrader wherein the shot was shovelled into the abrader like coal into the engine of an old train, you emerged drenched in sweat and covered in shot. The sweat ran down your body and carried the shot into every nook and cranny. Respirators were mandatory. Brutal. Shovelling 'slag,' flakes of steel furnace blasted off of other types of specialty steel, was a killer, as well, though not as bad as shot because, while the slag area was incredibly hot (we wore protective trench coats), the slag itself was no heavier than breakfast cereal--steel sand is weighty.

It wasn't so bad, I guess, after all, when I was a kid we used to walk a mile to get at the good dirt, which we then thankfully ate.

I am now an attorney(for the state of Texas) and a bartender.

KFC, for four days. I got fired. Fired! No, I didn't steal anything; I just wasn't KFC material.

I now have a route delivering goods to home and office. I enjoy it. I get free beer. I drive around and request Jesus Lizard songs on the local college station. (and they play 'em, too!)

the job i have now is definitely the worst one. you'd think being a professional sperm donor would be cool, but you'd be wrong. it gets taxing after a couple years.

toomanyhelicopters wrote:the job i have now is definitely the worst one. you'd think being a professional sperm donor would be cool, but you'd be wrong. it gets taxing after a couple years.

You can get PAID for that?!! Damn! I've been giving it away free for years!

Managing salons is a pretty ugly way to earn the bacon. The coversation subject matter you get to overhear is enough to make you puke, the behavior of hairdressers is enough to blind a person.

I did this for 9 years until I finally lost my ability to function normally and needed a few months of rehabilitation (occupational). Overexposure to the plastic surgery, the botox, the $900 shoes...
It was hell.

The worst thing I can remember is watching 2 straight male hairdressers file their nails over $15 salads and talk for 45 minutes about SHOES.

I swear to god hairdressers don't care about anything more than shoes. Shoes are THE MOST IMPORTANT THING to a hairdresser. And the worst kind of egotist is the straight male hairdresser. They think the moon and sun orbit around their heads.


Anyway, I managed to escape and have been running this studio for a few years now. Yippie! Happy ending.