What kinds of shitty jobs have you had?

Worked in a warehouse over the summer. 105+ degrees no cooling, moving paint buckets and concrete bags. The concrete bags were contractor sized 80 pound bags. The dust got on you and you were sweaty.

I was strong as shit though :)
 


First job I think I was like 12 was pulling cuckleburrs out of cotton (.50 per hr). That was a bitch. 40 hrs=$20

Then all through high school cropping tobacco for $8 a day. That was a bitch.
 
Picking cotton in china.

*oh gawd, cries*

Oh another note, telemarketing and working for the Canadian (LOL) army.
 
I've had only 1 legit job outside of performance marketing. I was an intern for the Sacramento Bee in the educational department. It wasn't bad, most of my work was on the computer and my boss was impressed when tasks were finished 5x faster than his previous intern (and that was 50% me messing around on the internet anyway) - I got a cool badge that I had to show security.
 
Beating - strolling through the woods with a stick, tapping trees and scaring pheasants, so jolly posh folk could blow them out the sky with shotties.

Selling dope to movie stars.

:R:
 
Started at Boston Market, worked retail at Express and Limited, Worked for Leo Burnett briefly while in school, was a substitute teacher, worked on The Drag in Austin for exactly 4 hours, tried Arthur Andersen, tried Energy Trading, and now teach and write. After X number of jobs, I've finally reached a rather decent place.

I'll likely expand online, but I enjoy the writing for now and it gives me a lot of time to research and think about what I want to do next with my skills.

Of all the jobs, the one of the drag was horrendous. $6 an hour and the shop owner wanted me to become her personal assistant, set up her Quickbooks accounts, teach her how to use them, write her checks and pretty much follow her every order. That is the only job I ever walked away from.
 
I was a professional "fluffer' on a porn set.

I did a really good job until one day last year, a new actor came in. He was small and had a dinky little Q-shaped cock. He kept on saying the dumbest fucking things.

One day, I finally had enough when he said "money hoes cars clothes" for the 99th time that day I just said "Ryan, I'm gone. Get hard by yourself", and I left.

lol.

i worked on the knight rider set in the 80s. that Hasselhoff clown was a bitch to deal with. he always showed up late, drunk, and doused in cheap cologne in a pathetic attempt to cover it up.

i sprayed that big perm job of his while he went into slurred rants about how we hated the gay fuckers at miami vice, how tom selleck was planning world domination with his mustache etc. he even called punky brewster a "little cunt" and said that she should have stayed in the refrigerator.
 
Of all the jobs, the one of the drag was horrendous. $6 an hour and the shop owner wanted me to become her personal assistant, set up her Quickbooks accounts, teach her how to use them, write her checks and pretty much follow her every order. That is the only job I ever walked away from.

You worked as a personal assistant...in drag???
I can only imagine what kind of orders she gave. You must have gone through a lot of lipstick and gotten good at standing on your head.

Worst job: Salesman for the ever failing JAGUAR MARKETING SYSTEM. The owners name was Al, and he owned 6 jaguars.

Learned one good thing: "Make money or make excuses."

Actually washing dishes for a vegetarian restaurant was pretty terrible. But I got through by fantasizing about the bohemian lesbians and trying to deny the rampant armpit hair/patchouli smelling clientele.

Radio Shack.
 
You worked as a personal assistant...in drag???
I can only imagine what kind of orders she gave. You must have gone through a lot of lipstick and gotten good at standing on your head.

LOL - I should have been better about the Caps. I worked at a shop ON (typo in the first post) The Drag. It's a street in Austin across from UT. It's an experience just walking down it. There are many "residents" on The Drag, dressed in drag, however.

Incidentally, I'm a chick, so dressing in drag would involve some well-placed socks and a rather dykish wig. :)
 
1. Walk in 50 miles wearing 75 pound rucksack while starving. 2. Locate individuals requiring killing. 3. Request permission via radio from "Higher" to perform killing. 4. Curse bitterly when mission is aborted. 5. Walk out 50 miles wearing a 75 pound rucksack while starving.