What's your worst job experiences?

by missy04 16 Replies latest jw friends

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  Fe2O3Girl

  My worst job ever was the first job I had after I left school. I started work in a local factory in the quality control laboratory. The company had a habit of taking on staff at better terms and conditions than their existing employees. They employed me at a really crappy wage, but at least it was a full-time permanent job, which did not endear me to the lad working there on a Youth Opportunity Scheme. So the pattern of bullying all through school continued at work.

  Later on, he was made permanent, then they took on more staff at considerably higher wages than us, and we had to train them to do our jobs.

  We regularly used xylene, toluene and carbon tetrachloride. There was no extraction in the lab. We had to get the chemicals from drums kept in the yard, and always got soaked because of the inadequate dispensing equipment. It was my first job after school - I was totally unaware of things like material safety data sheets, control of substances hazardous to health, or risk assessments. Later on in my career, I looked up what I had regularly bathed in and inhaled and became familiar with "harmful", "carcinogenic" and "teratogenic".

  The only upside to the job was that I went to college one day a week. As soon as I had a basic qualification, I got a new job, and virtually doubled my salary, and probably my life expectancy too. In the 13 years since I left that company, I have increased my salary by over six times.
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  Insomniac

  Hard to say which job was the worst.

  My first job was as a scullery maid in the galley of a pirate ship. Oh, sure, there was plenty of adventure and pillaging- for the men, that is. I, on the other hand, was obliged to toil belowdecks in the noisome galley from morning till night...except when I had to wait upon the captain in his cabin, but that's a story for another thread.

  Then, owing to my fine work history on the ship, and with a glowing reference from the captain, I then obtained employment at what was supposed to have been a spa. It turned out to be a leper colony, however. Through much hard work and perseverance, I rose through the ranks (well, really, all my coworkers were dying off) to become the chief cook. The work was enjoyable, but it was hard, especially when everyone around me was always falling to pieces.

  Some time later, I was offered work at a ladies' corset shoppe. This could have been a pleasant change from kitchen work, but I had not counted on other women's vanity. Every day, large, fleshy older ladies would demand that I sell them the same model of corset that I wore, so they could be as thin as I. How could I possibly explain to them that my slender frame was due, not to a finely made corset, but to the array of diseases I carried with me from my previous jobs? I'd developed a bad case of rickets, and a milder case of scurvy, whilst on the pirate's vessel; later on I acquired dengue fever and malaria at the leper's colony. As a result, I barely tipped the scale at seventy pounds. My customers grew quite irate when I was unable to help them look as frail as I.

  All in all, though, the absolute worst job I ever had was the three days I lasted at Wal Mart.
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  franklin J

  When I was 17 years old ( and full time pioneering) I was working part time as a teller in a local bank. I was held up at gun point when a masked robber entered the bank; and forced to fill the robbers paper bag with all the money. I was too young to understand enough to be scared.

  Fun tale to tell my grandkids someday.
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  nilfun

  Insomniac, that was hilarious!
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  Nancy Drake

  I worked at a secretary for an auto repair shop. I knew nothing about cars or car parts, but the boss assured me that eerything would be ok.

  I tried so hard to learn about cars so that I knew what was going on, because even being JUST a secretary I was always lost.

  I kept getting parts mixed up, and all the guys thought I was a retard. I tried reaching out to them to be friendly, but they always treated me so mean like I was some kind of dumbass.

  My boss forced me to learn how to drive stick, told me to drive a customers car around before I was ready and crashed it into another car because I forgot to put the break on when I started the car and it went flying backwards. Then I got in big trouble, even though I told my boss over and over that I wasn't ready to drive stick after one lesson.

  I had so much stress from that job.

  The worst thing that happened was that my boss was a JW and ratted me out to the elders for smoking cigarettes, even though his wife had me routinely check all the porn sites he visited. This is why I was disfellowshipped.
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  whyamihere

  Nancy and I had the same Job...LMAO!

  I hated working for him. He was such an a**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  Yeah I remember getting all confused with the parts and the guys laughed at me it was so bad they thought I was cute because I wore platform tennis shoes to work! Yeah I am a retard!

  Anyway he forced to learn how to drive stick too I got the hang of it. But I was pulled over trying to practice and I did a huge burn out infront of a cop which was kind of funny. The cop did a Salute to me and said "I have been there"!

  I hated working for the short fat pollock bastar* with a porn hobo mustash and coke bottle classes and a walk like he had a rash up his butt! He was ungly mean and made fun of girls. I remember onetime I told him that I hated my job because he was boss! What made me really sad working there is that my favorite person in the whole world worked there before I did and I remember her perfect hand writing all over the office and it made me sad not being able to talk to her like I used too! I love you Nancy!

  He is the Fat man who let us DOWN!

  Brooke WI
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  Incense_and_Peppermints

  when i was a bank teller and got robbed the first day of flying solo. no, that was kind of exciting, actually. i'd say the worst was working at a k-mart in this little restaurant at the back of the store. it was just me and my boss, Terry, an epileptic. one afternoon Terry had a seizure and his mother called and informed me that i would have to run the restaurant all by myself, which included making dozens of submarine sanwiches and blowing up ballons and filling them with prize numbers so people could win a free submarine sandwich, set up the steam tables and cold things like molded jellos which were icky looking, bus the tables, casheir a steady stream of customers, then clean it all up before i could go home, including washing all the dishes. this one guy wanted to give me a $20 tip but, being newly-released from the Witnesses, i did the honest thing and refused the tip 'cause employees weren't allowed to accept tips. Terry was a nice guy, though, and he gave me a raise after that. Terry encouraged me to go to college, even though i had no education he said so what they'll take ya. so i went and the rest is history... all you really need is one person to believe in you...