What kinds of shitty jobs have you had?
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Made onion rings at a drive in... not the frying, but the actual raw onion cutting etc.... my first job ever at $4.25/hr
Grocery store bagger and carryout.
Mall fast food twice.
Target cart attendant.
Target cashier.
Gas station cashier.
Tow truck dispatch.
Old Navy staff.
MicronPC tech support.
Help desk.
Grocery store bagger and carryout.
Mall fast food twice.
Target cart attendant.
Target cashier.
Gas station cashier.
Tow truck dispatch.
Old Navy staff.
MicronPC tech support.
Help desk.
Managed a cinema. It was an old two-screen place. We played Bollywood on one side and porn on the other. The crowd we attracted was, shall we say, eclectic.
It's not even that it was such a bad gig, but it was one of the only things I did where when people asked me what I was doing for a living I'd just straight up lie.
Frank
It's not even that it was such a bad gig, but it was one of the only things I did where when people asked me what I was doing for a living I'd just straight up lie.
Frank
to be honest if I got to the point of being wealthy off of AM or ran a company or something, I'd get a factory job just to do the labor and keep down to earth.
Door to door salesman for security systems. College job. Signed up with some asshole. He loads us into a pedo van and takes us to a town I've never been to, told to go door to door. When they "hire" you they say it's 8 hour shifts, but I wound up working 8-8. No one likes to answer the door to be sold to at 8. Can't exactly book it because you're abandoned in some podunk down with no ride. Anyhow. Shitty neighbourhood. Make it to a townhouse where three doors down it's boarded up. Pulled my best smooth talk. Got in the door, figured I'd make a sale (it's the original CPA rebill, $120 a pop, custie gets a free install and free month and $30/month thereafter with a year minimum).. anyhow, get in, I spent all day in 95 degree weather and sun so I ask for a glass of water. The housewife listens completely uninterested. Husband nods. Some dude, maybe a brother of one of them hangs around the periphery behind me. Get a little creeped out. Feel a little sick. See spots. Get dizzy. Faint, I think I knocked my head on the counter on the way down. Maybe some fucker took a swing. To this day no fucking idea if it was heat fatigue or they poisoned me. Maybe it was heat fatigue and someone clocked me. Fuck. Wake up and find that I'd puked on the shitty carpet. Side of the head is swelling. I'm too dizzy, try to stand up, and find out my wrists are duct taped. Holy christs, right? Adrenaline goes and the color drains. Roll onto my back and manage to get onto my feet somehow. Hear voices. Fucking book it to the window, thank god it's not barred, kick through it, jump out face first. Fucking RUN. Hollar until I see another salesdude (we work two guys in a block circling at opposite directions until we meet). I'm bleeding all over my shirt. Don't land with your face in glass. We book it to the nearest payphone. He has no change so I tell him to check my pockets. About this time I notice my wallet's gone, keys are gone, small change is gone, pockets completely empty and one of them's turned inside out. Thank god someone left a quarter in the return. Anyhow.. Page the asshole with the van, he drives to the pickup spot early (totally unlike him) and sees what we got into. Shits his pants. Loads me and my buddy up and takes me home. Pays me $200 cash and tells me not to say a word (hah). Dumps me 8 blocks from home and tells me he'll deny he ever heard of me, and since I was an "independent contractor" ie not on payroll and didn't keep a copy of the contract I was fucked. No one on the street says a fucking word when I walk back to the townhouse I rent a room in. Kick the door until someone answers. Roommate shits a brick. I'm dizzy through a lot of this, dehydrated and scared shitless, and my buddy's reaction (god bless him) is to pour a pint of whiskey down my throat before he cuts the tape off. I think he gave me a fat lip when he jammed the bottle in my face. I get cleaned up and call my parents. They want to call down the forces of god and/or police on everyone in whatever podunk town that was, what street was I on, I don't know, I don't know, I'm sick and drunk and want to go to bed. They drive over and pick me up that night. Funny the only scar I got out of that is this little gouge under my right eye. It was shitty but so was living so far away from school afterwards. I don't know how to feel. I get into one little scrape and they get scared, so now I'm living with my auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.
The only job I've had that hasn't sucked was being a driver/security for strippers.
Other than that, 8 years of C Programming got pretty fucking tedious. Other random shit included digging trenches (plumber's assistant), washing dishes (function waiter), folding towels (department store assistant), picking up glasses in a bar etc etc
Other than that, 8 years of C Programming got pretty fucking tedious. Other random shit included digging trenches (plumber's assistant), washing dishes (function waiter), folding towels (department store assistant), picking up glasses in a bar etc etc
first job was at togos (sandwich shop) and got promptly fired cause my bloody band-aid went into a customers sandwich
from there I escaped to asia and sold crap on ebay until I realized that I could make more monies by promoting other peoples crap.
from there I escaped to asia and sold crap on ebay until I realized that I could make more monies by promoting other peoples crap.
Worst experience ever:
I get a job from "Jimmy" who barely speaks English in a Chinese restaurant. I show up to work as a waiter, they put me on dishes. I see buckets all over the floor so stack them up nicely. The cooks show up from whatever they were doing outside and each one screams at me in Chinese for about 10 minutes. I'm like "WTF?"
Apparently the buckets were there so they could stand on them to reach the stoves hahahahhaah.
I took a cigarette break and hauled ass to a friends house. I was like 16.
Best Job: Working with the developmentally disabled. I got paid well to sleep 7 hours and then make sack lunches. I was graveyard shift. It was fun watching the new employees get their asses kicked by a 300 pound, 6'6 guy when they didn't understand that if he wanted kool-aid, get the man some kool-aid.
I get a job from "Jimmy" who barely speaks English in a Chinese restaurant. I show up to work as a waiter, they put me on dishes. I see buckets all over the floor so stack them up nicely. The cooks show up from whatever they were doing outside and each one screams at me in Chinese for about 10 minutes. I'm like "WTF?"
Apparently the buckets were there so they could stand on them to reach the stoves hahahahhaah.
I took a cigarette break and hauled ass to a friends house. I was like 16.
Best Job: Working with the developmentally disabled. I got paid well to sleep 7 hours and then make sack lunches. I was graveyard shift. It was fun watching the new employees get their asses kicked by a 300 pound, 6'6 guy when they didn't understand that if he wanted kool-aid, get the man some kool-aid.
Worst job ever: Resident advisor in a dorm.
Imagine waking up and seeing feces or urine in the hallway outside of your room.
Also, some class act would often take a shit not on the toilet, but right next to it.
I would often have to deal with drunk students vomiting or about to die from alcohol poisoning.
And, they would so often give me shit while I was sleeping. Knocking on my door, pissing on my door, screaming at me to wake up.
Yeah, I got a free room and food, but it wasn't worth it for all the shit I had to put up with.
Imagine waking up and seeing feces or urine in the hallway outside of your room.
Also, some class act would often take a shit not on the toilet, but right next to it.
I would often have to deal with drunk students vomiting or about to die from alcohol poisoning.
And, they would so often give me shit while I was sleeping. Knocking on my door, pissing on my door, screaming at me to wake up.
Yeah, I got a free room and food, but it wasn't worth it for all the shit I had to put up with.
Restaurant cleaning - would wake up at 2AM and work 5 hours before going to school cleaning dirty restaurants, from the kitchen to the dining room to the toilets. Plain nasty job, but paid OK for a high school kid
Busboy at a restaurant - horrible shift times, hours spent touching other people's dirty glasses and silverware
Dishwasher in a hospital kitchen - nothing like handling and washing the plates and trays of seriously ill people all day long; don't know why I'm not dead right now
Weeding - as cool as it sounds, it is not. Picking weeds from all the old people's garden beds in the neighborhood for $5/hour when I was 12/13
Busboy at a restaurant - horrible shift times, hours spent touching other people's dirty glasses and silverware
Dishwasher in a hospital kitchen - nothing like handling and washing the plates and trays of seriously ill people all day long; don't know why I'm not dead right now
Weeding - as cool as it sounds, it is not. Picking weeds from all the old people's garden beds in the neighborhood for $5/hour when I was 12/13
Dude, RA in the dorms was my best job ever.
ONE TIME, I had to call the cops on dumb_bitch_01 passed out on the floor of my hall, who couldn't hold her booze. A stomach pump and a $500 hospital bill later, she hated me all year, but whatever.
Other than that, I'd leave my room unlocked all day with a tip jar, grass in my drawer and some booze in my fridge. My residents knew and liked me, and a few of them would spend all day in my room playing xbox (like a built-in security system)... the booze and weed literally sold themselves while I was out skating or skipping class.
I may-or-may-not-have organized a few "raves" that might have gotten "busted", and I was in charge of the rotating beerpong schedule; I'd pick a night where there were no security patrols, we'd setup a table in someone elses room, and I always played for free.
One year of that. I'd have done it again in a heartbeat, but they didn't want me back...