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Domino's- replaced a guy who'd been doing heroin in the bathroom. Only got on because my friend was a manager. Stayed a whole two days. Didn't mind the work- the employees were awful, and the restaurant was disgusting.
Ive had a lot of restaurant jobs that were pretty bad, but I'll choose this one from my professional career:
I was hired on by a major company as a freelance proofreader of cosmetics packaging. I'm going along all morning learning the ropes and the lingo and feeling good about things (I catch on pretty quickly) when I start getting proofs in French for merchandise that is to be distributed in French-speaking Canada. Problem is, I don't speak, read or write French; I never told them I read or wrote French; and they never told me I needed to read or write French. I felt like I was in the middle of a bad dream, because just as I was getting comfortable, all this stuff in French was being thrown at me and people were not really caring when I told them I did not know French. I left for lunch around 1pm and quit over the phone (praying I would get VM, which I did!) as I was too embarrassed/infuriated that I had been thrown into the situation.
I was hired on by a major company as a freelance proofreader of cosmetics packaging. I'm going along all morning learning the ropes and the lingo and feeling good about things (I catch on pretty quickly) when I start getting proofs in French for merchandise that is to be distributed in French-speaking Canada. Problem is, I don't speak, read or write French; I never told them I read or wrote French; and they never told me I needed to read or write French. I felt like I was in the middle of a bad dream, because just as I was getting comfortable, all this stuff in French was being thrown at me and people were not really caring when I told them I did not know French. I left for lunch around 1pm and quit over the phone (praying I would get VM, which I did!) as I was too embarrassed/infuriated that I had been thrown into the situation.
I guess should discuss my worst job. It was my first job as pre teen. I was thirteen (work permit in hand) I had to carry dead chickens out of the chicken house. It was totally disgusting. It did make me want to stay in school for sure.
I was a maid at a Sheraton hotel. I walked into one room that a massive party must have happened in. There was vomit everywhere! The beds, the carpet, the drapes, just everywhere.
I called the head of housekeeping, and I refused to clean that room.
A couple of the bosses came up, and when they saw it, they shut the room down for about a week until they got the carpets cleaned, and the drapes cleaned.
I hated that job so bad.
I called the head of housekeeping, and I refused to clean that room.
A couple of the bosses came up, and when they saw it, they shut the room down for about a week until they got the carpets cleaned, and the drapes cleaned.
I hated that job so bad.
Bought this old beater of a house a few years back, or more than a few years, ten maybe. more. Foreclosure. I looked at it as an investment, winter work for the employees. No stairwell to the second floor, the downstairs was trashed, the roof was good, furnace worked, but it was going to be work. Outside, there was no garage, but someone had made a shed that looked like nothing more than half a dozen sheets of plywood nailed together at the corners, the wood blackened, a door half-assed hung, warped. Inside, garbage, ground to ceiling. Remember the song? Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout...would not take...the garbage out. Sarah's brother lived here. I think the garbage was the result of many of the communities going to "village" garbage bags, color-coded, so forth so on.
We're talking wet garbage...bringing back fond memories of the 32nd Street Naval Station and the voice on the 1MC, "Wet garbage!" Two guys low on the totem pole would grab a galvanized garbage can from the mess deck, the can loaded with leftovers. Swill. Do all they could to carry it off the brow of the ship and dump it into a truck that made its way up the pier. Hog feed, my guess.
Same with this shed. Is that macaroni? Or maggots? Hard to tell...much of the macaroni was still wet, fluid. Had a pickup with wood sides that I used as a dumpster. Time the shed was empty the truck was full up, to the gills. Didn't see any rodents but maybe they were hunkered in there somewhere, hidden in a moldy roast or something. Can't remember what the tipping charge at the waste station was, took the better part of day to shovel and pitch-fork the garbage out.
Or too...there was that time the manager at this apartment complex enlisted me to crawl through the attic spreading rat poison pellets, summer, attic, hot, dusty. You hear this scrambling, rustling, you're lying on a plank that runs the middle of the trusses, particles of fiberglass insulation floating in the air. Replaced some nasty toilets, too. Don't you people ever clean! Gives ya the heebie jeebies, that pungent aroma so thick it adheres to your skin and you need to scrape it off with a knife?
We're talking wet garbage...bringing back fond memories of the 32nd Street Naval Station and the voice on the 1MC, "Wet garbage!" Two guys low on the totem pole would grab a galvanized garbage can from the mess deck, the can loaded with leftovers. Swill. Do all they could to carry it off the brow of the ship and dump it into a truck that made its way up the pier. Hog feed, my guess.
Same with this shed. Is that macaroni? Or maggots? Hard to tell...much of the macaroni was still wet, fluid. Had a pickup with wood sides that I used as a dumpster. Time the shed was empty the truck was full up, to the gills. Didn't see any rodents but maybe they were hunkered in there somewhere, hidden in a moldy roast or something. Can't remember what the tipping charge at the waste station was, took the better part of day to shovel and pitch-fork the garbage out.
Or too...there was that time the manager at this apartment complex enlisted me to crawl through the attic spreading rat poison pellets, summer, attic, hot, dusty. You hear this scrambling, rustling, you're lying on a plank that runs the middle of the trusses, particles of fiberglass insulation floating in the air. Replaced some nasty toilets, too. Don't you people ever clean! Gives ya the heebie jeebies, that pungent aroma so thick it adheres to your skin and you need to scrape it off with a knife?
It was summer vacation between my junior and senior year of high school and I mentioned to my mom that I might just get a job instead of go to college. She worked at Honeywell at the time, and got me a job as the first female janitor they ever had. All summer, I did the same thing every single day, cleaning the same bathrooms (disgusting), emptying the same trash cans, day in and day out. It worked!! I ended up not only going to college but getting 3 degrees so I could have a job that I actually liked instead of a mind-numbing, tedious, boring job that I hated. She knew what she was doing there, for sure!!
Laundry room at Shawshank until assistant librarian at the new library. Thank you Andy!
...a Sales Manager for cellular telephones...what a cut throat business...
Maid at a Ramada Inn, during the first time I was reading 'The Shining'
(about 16 yrs old)
Scared to death to pull every shower curtain back, or walk into a bathroom... or a room.
(about 16 yrs old)
Scared to death to pull every shower curtain back, or walk into a bathroom... or a room.
Worked one day as a brick mason in the middle of winter. Nope.
Instead of college, I got married 18 days after I graduated from high school and went to work in the town factory. My job was to shake the rocks out of the stone washed jeans and sort them by size and lot number. The washers and dryers were HUGE like a 2 story house. There were so many jeans. And the acid wash made my hands peel. And I got denim boogers. And the buttons burned me. I worked second shift 3-11. Had no life whatsoever. It didn't last long - the job or the marriage.
Wait.. I forgot - I was a 'firewatch' once. Climbed up a big oil tank and sat on top. All over southern states. Travellin firewatch, I was. (following round then bf)
Looking at oxygen levels for welders. Had to bang with a big wrench when it was low. gong gong gong
Only time I operated the crane/wench thing.. To pull up and out - Everyone ran because I crashed the equipment into the side and it and it came crashing down. Big bosses were there that day.
yep. blocked that out till now.
Looking at oxygen levels for welders. Had to bang with a big wrench when it was low. gong gong gong
Only time I operated the crane/wench thing.. To pull up and out - Everyone ran because I crashed the equipment into the side and it and it came crashing down. Big bosses were there that day.
yep. blocked that out till now.
That sounds like a fun job nottie!
I knew guys who traveled all over the country painting water towers. I was so envious of the girlfriends who got to tag along.
I knew guys who traveled all over the country painting water towers. I was so envious of the girlfriends who got to tag along.
I would have never seen half of the country that I did. Glad I did.
It was fun all that driving and travelling to somewhere new. What's next?
KY? Al? TX? TN? and on and on.
But ended up in the most shady parts of them all. Was not all fun.
They don't keep oil tank yards in the historic districts.
But experience for sure.
Worked retail for a now defunct local department store chain from when I was 15 until I was 18. Stuck in the toy department at Christmas time. Worst. Job. Ever.
