What's the worst job you ever had? Never had a bad one? Maybe some one you knew had a bad job. Maybe you just heard about a really, really bad job. At any rate, how bad was it?
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I performed community service one summer at an animal resue league where I was assigned the duty of cleaning out the animals' cages. That's sort of like being on permanent latrine duty, only worse. The smell just about killed me.
Anyone besides me ever wash dishes somewher? i was a dishwasher at two different restaurants while going to college. I still won't do it anymore, today. I hope my future wife understands.
Being a janitor would be bad enough, but a friend of mine spent a few years as the janitor at a porno theater. As I wouldn't want Rick to have to delete this, I'll just let the readers imagine on their own what a bad job that would be.
I ran the hot tar kettle for a roofing company. When 500 degree drops of tar landed on your arm, you couldn't rub it as the burned area would just get bigger. Wasn't a bad job, overall, though.
I worked a summer at a meat processing plant in Ames one summer. One day a truckoad of IBP veal came in on a truck where the refrigeration unit had broken. That was a bad day, as we "saved" the veal and processed it. The aroma was terrible.
I had temporarily forgotten about the meat processing plant that Rich and I had the pleasure of working for. I remember working in the portion control room, where my job was to slice giant chunks of gooey liver into portions that could be boxed and sold to institutions. I would be covered in blood at the end of the day.
I also puddled concrete one summer for Marty Bryant. Talk about something I was really bad at. You put boots on, grabbed a shovel, and jump in and push concrete around until you feel like your arms are going to come off. It's also usually about 100 degrees or so. Some guys actually do that for a living.
My worst job ever -- cook at Burger King! All I did was cook and clean. And I was on the closing shift so I had to clean everything! You wouldn't believe how greasy it gets. The floor is permanently slick. You can feel the grease coating your skin. And it is sooo hot and uncomfortable. I worked there until I found a different job. I had been looking from day one.
Not really a job but - I was manager for the basketball team in junior high. I can still smell all the sweaty towels. Sweaty locker room towels. Everyday. Every practice. At least I didn't have to do windsprints.
Toilet cakes and urinal cakes are very much a vestige of the past. None are used at any gas station not run by people from Wisconsin. They alone are known for using them to combat the ongoing bratwurst infestations. They are also the only people to install silencers and emergency oxygen supplies for their truckstop toilets, in response to a class action lawsuit settled in the last hours of the Clinton presidency.
The only other users of these deodorant cakes is the Citgo stations. They do not know what they are and continue to slice and serve them on meat-lovers frozen pizzas.
Well then how about those people who get to test out all those products like preparation H or vagisil? I'm sure that would be a real treat. Or what about that stuff you take for irritable bowel syndrome? How do they test out beano, anyway? Look, I've never had any of these jobs, but they would have to be really, really bad.
Almost every google site I have checked lists "porta - potty" cleaner as the worst job in the world. They like to point out that often the units have been tipped over or arrive upside down. I think it would be especially bad if one were to arrive upside down with a body in it, or two.
Cleaning restrooms or even cleaning stables would be nothing compared to cleaning kibos.
wheres all the regular guys on this post - diamond dave, buford, larry, marty? no one evr had a crappy job? you guys all just cruised through life with great jobs - must be rough!
In response to anon. above: In 1979 I lived in Colorado Springs and built railroad tie walls for homeowners in the mountains. Semi loads of railroad ties would show up and to unload them we would just kick them off and let them roll down the sidehill, knowing that where they stopped is where the wall would begin. Hundreds of ties would be in a pile, resting against trees or whatever. We would climb down the mountain, dig in deadmen by hand, and start building that wall, backfilling it with soil on the way up that was also just dumped over the side of the fill slope. I have built tie walls over 200 feet tall so that a "somebody" living in the mountains has a 20' backyard to mow. I ran a crew of Mexicans doing this, and taught them everything I knew so that things were as easy as they could possibly be. Once everything was going good and we were kicking ass I was let go and the Mexicans took over as their labor was cheaper. I took a Greyhound back to JTown.
Also, I know for a fact that Diamond Dave has NEVER had a crappy job. He is something else. Just cruises through life like some Boz Scaggs on an easy day off.
I have had a few less than par jobs. Part of paying your dues I guess, and appreciating the value of a buck. Baled hay for Juhls back in the 80's, WALKED beans, detassled,nothing out of the norm. Sure it sucked, but it built character. I should clarify...it was nothing out of the norm for kids back then. Today most kids wouldnt do any of those jobs for the pay we received.
I wanna meet the guy testing that product they make you drink right before your colonoscopy. It comes in a bunch of flavors so Im guessing he had to test them all.
I worked at a feed mill where the worst parts of the job were cleaning the pit under the grinder where fermented grain would collect, unplugging the elevator leg when it clogged up and sacking mineral which was extremely dusty. The most dangerous part of the job was answering the phone (before answering machines) and bonking my head on an air conditioner on the side of a building and into an auger between a bin and the mill. Fortunately, I don't run very fast.
That would certainly be below "crack whore", as well as "associate crack whore" and "master crack whore". I'm not sure, however, if it would fall below "apprentice crack whore". The "amateur crack whore" would be different, entirely, suggesting that one's efforts were voluntary and possibly a hobby of sorts.
That's because "moyle" is believable. It is just another acceptable way to spell "mohel", according to Webster's Collegiate Dictionary. You know, the one I used to show Braxton how to pronounce "carillon".
The story of a man with a malfunctioning watch who goes into what looks like a repair shop, but the shop owner informs the man that he's a mohel. The man asks why there is a clock in the window. The mohel answers, "What would you put in the window?"
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I performed community service one summer at an animal resue league where I was assigned the duty of cleaning out the animals' cages. That's sort of like being on permanent latrine duty, only worse. The smell just about killed me.
I did that too once. Not a fun job. But growing up on a farm, maybe I wasn't quite as disgusted as you. Cleaning stables has to rank right up there.
Proctor and Gamble regularly hires armpit odor detectors to test their deodorant products.
Anyone besides me ever wash dishes somewher? i was a dishwasher at two different restaurants while going to college. I still won't do it anymore, today. I hope my future wife understands.
Being a janitor would be bad enough, but a friend of mine spent a few years as the janitor at a porno theater. As I wouldn't want Rick to have to delete this, I'll just let the readers imagine on their own what a bad job that would be.
I ran the hot tar kettle for a roofing company. When 500 degree drops of tar landed on your arm, you couldn't rub it as the burned area would just get bigger. Wasn't a bad job, overall, though.
I worked a summer at a meat processing plant in Ames one summer. One day a truckoad of IBP veal came in on a truck where the refrigeration unit had broken. That was a bad day, as we "saved" the veal and processed it. The aroma was terrible.
I had temporarily forgotten about the meat processing plant that Rich and I had the pleasure of working for. I remember working in the portion control room, where my job was to slice giant chunks of gooey liver into portions that could be boxed and sold to institutions. I would be covered in blood at the end of the day.
I also puddled concrete one summer for Marty Bryant. Talk about something I was really bad at. You put boots on, grabbed a shovel, and jump in and push concrete around until you feel like your arms are going to come off. It's also usually about 100 degrees or so. Some guys actually do that for a living.
My worst job ever -- cook at Burger King! All I did was cook and clean. And I was on the closing shift so I had to clean everything! You wouldn't believe how greasy it gets. The floor is permanently slick. You can feel the grease coating your skin. And it is sooo hot and uncomfortable. I worked there until I found a different job. I had been looking from day one.
Not really a job but - I was manager for the basketball team in junior high. I can still smell all the sweaty towels. Sweaty locker room towels. Everyday. Every practice. At least I didn't have to do windsprints.
How about that guy who has to taste test all of those toilet cakes? How much fun could that be?
Toilet cakes and urinal cakes are very much a vestige of the past. None are used at any gas station not run by people from Wisconsin. They alone are known for using them to combat the ongoing bratwurst infestations. They are also the only people to install silencers and emergency oxygen supplies for their truckstop toilets, in response to a class action lawsuit settled in the last hours of the Clinton presidency.
The only other users of these deodorant cakes is the Citgo stations. They do not know what they are and continue to slice and serve them on meat-lovers frozen pizzas.
Well then how about those people who get to test out all those products like preparation H or vagisil? I'm sure that would be a real treat. Or what about that stuff you take for irritable bowel syndrome? How do they test out beano, anyway? Look, I've never had any of these jobs, but they would have to be really, really bad.
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Beano testing would be badass and awesome. Think about it.
Almost every google site I have checked lists "porta - potty" cleaner as the worst job in the world. They like to point out that often the units have been tipped over or arrive upside down. I think it would be especially bad if one were to arrive upside down with a body in it, or two.
Cleaning restrooms or even cleaning stables would be nothing compared to cleaning kibos.
how about roto rootering for a local plumber back in the day that would have to be one of the dirtiest jobs i ever had
wheres all the regular guys on this post - diamond dave, buford, larry, marty? no one evr had a crappy job? you guys all just cruised through life with great jobs - must be rough!
In response to anon. above: In 1979 I lived in Colorado Springs and built railroad tie walls for homeowners in the mountains. Semi loads of railroad ties would show up and to unload them we would just kick them off and let them roll down the sidehill, knowing that where they stopped is where the wall would begin. Hundreds of ties would be in a pile, resting against trees or whatever. We would climb down the mountain, dig in deadmen by hand, and start building that wall, backfilling it with soil on the way up that was also just dumped over the side of the fill slope. I have built tie walls over 200 feet tall so that a "somebody" living in the mountains has a 20' backyard to mow. I ran a crew of Mexicans doing this, and taught them everything I knew so that things were as easy as they could possibly be. Once everything was going good and we were kicking ass I was let go and the Mexicans took over as their labor was cheaper. I took a Greyhound back to JTown.
Also, I know for a fact that Diamond Dave has NEVER had a crappy job. He is something else. Just cruises through life like some Boz Scaggs on an easy day off.
I have had a few less than par jobs. Part of paying your dues I guess, and appreciating the value of a buck. Baled hay for Juhls back in the 80's, WALKED beans, detassled,nothing out of the norm. Sure it sucked, but it built character. I should clarify...it was nothing out of the norm for kids back then. Today most kids wouldnt do any of those jobs for the pay we received.
None of those farm jobs are any fun. I had to do them all. Doing them does make you appreciate better jobs when you get them later on.
Pretty tough to get a kid to do a dirty job nowadays. I don't know how the farmers do it.
We can't even get our kids to clean their rooms.
The best way to clean your kids' room is with a jet vac. Works very well and does the carpet, too.
I wanna meet the guy testing that product they make you drink right before your colonoscopy. It comes in a bunch of flavors so Im guessing he had to test them all.
I worked at a feed mill where the worst parts of the job were cleaning the pit under the grinder where fermented grain would collect, unplugging the elevator leg when it clogged up and sacking mineral which was extremely dusty. The most dangerous part of the job was answering the phone (before answering machines) and bonking my head on an air conditioner on the side of a building and into an auger between a bin and the mill. Fortunately, I don't run very fast.
Cleaning up fermented grain and sacking mineral do indeed sound like really bad jobs, but how about the guy that artificially inseminates cattle?
Think about it - "fermented grain". This may help to explain Diamond Dave.
Grain. Fermentation. The midwest's contribution to the nation since the smokestacks came down.
Big Nasty is very succint.
Or succinct, whichever you prefer.
I prefer the latter.
All righty then. Succinct it is.
According to Norm MacDonald, the worst job in America was "assistant crack whore".
That would certainly be below "crack whore", as well as "associate crack whore" and "master crack whore". I'm not sure, however, if it would fall below "apprentice crack whore". The "amateur crack whore" would be different, entirely, suggesting that one's efforts were voluntary and possibly a hobby of sorts.
Drawing from my observations, I would say that most prefer the "free lance crack whore".
Yes, crack whore would be near the bottom. So would a moyle. Think about it.
I've never seen the spelling on moyle before.
I'll bet you ran to the dictionary, didn't you?
How would you like to be a moyle in training? What would you train on, cadavers? Maybe on Gentiles?
"The rabbi gets the salary, the mohel gets the tips."
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Surprisingly, I simply trusted Rick, a very proficient speller. It looked believable.
Remember Peter Moyle as the monster in Young Frankenstein? That's when protection seemed particularly critical to one's well-being.
That's because "moyle" is believable. It is just another acceptable way to spell "mohel", according to Webster's Collegiate Dictionary. You know, the one I used to show Braxton how to pronounce "carillon".
What kind of blade do you suppose all of those ancient Jews used when doing their circumcisions? Schick sounds sort of Jewish.
The story of a man with a malfunctioning watch who goes into what looks like a repair shop, but the shop owner informs the man that he's a mohel. The man asks why there is a clock in the window. The mohel answers, "What would you put in the window?"
"meh"
Mohels have shops?
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