Worst Job ?.

What has been the Worst job you have ever had,? I do not mean Salary I mean working conditions/stress/ etc.etc.
My worst job,(many many years ago) was a door to door Traveller,(known in Glasgow as a shilling a week man, or Tick man). I collected money and sold goods and issued Cheques that the customer could use in our warehouse only. I called at the customers doors every week to collect payments..
Some paid others it was like drawing blood from a stone. If they did not pay,and some had no intentions of paying ,I was called into the Managers office to give a breakdown of what the non payers had in their homes worth selling, to apply for a warrant sale of goods from their homes, it was HELLISH.

I lasted @ 9 months in the job. I walked into the managers office,threw my 5 journal books on his desk and said,"You Can Stick Your Ledgers Where The Sun Don't Shine!"

(well not in those exact words, I could not put what I said on G C ) .

 

Area Manager for a local authority grounds maintenance department.

I was in charge of 15-20 groundstaff (depending on the time of year), looking after around 150 schools and other sites, with never enough staff or resources to do the job properly.

Hassle from above, below and from teachers, bursars, public etc.

Stuck it for 12 years, before I 'downsized', gave it up and regained my sanity. Sometimes promotion is not all it's cracked up to be.

 

I once worked for a small firm that ground down molybdenem discs to back micro chips. What a dirty job, the medium used was oil and carborundum paste. It got all over your tools, under your nails even in the creases in your skin. This was even worse than the five years I spent working INSIDE Hercules fuel tanks!

Cheers, Tony.

 

When I left college I got a job which involved standing outside the town hall in Birmingham accosting people within a certain age parameter, quizzing them about their financial habits in the hope that they would agree to give me their details which would then be used to market products to them. Seems archaic in the light of subsequent methods of intruding into our lives to turn a fast buck out of us.
I think I lasted a couple of hours.

 

Boxing Day many years ago. A local theme pub rang, The Flying Shuttle, full with customers, with a major problem. Blocked drainage putting it mildly. 2 or 3 hours later it was sorted. They say where there is muck there is money, the brewery paid our fairly high account without fuss.

 

Hellish job I had was working on the Electoral role. Each day you were given a folder with about 100 odd forms, job was to knock on doors corresponding to form address and check who was living at the address who was entitled to vote. Job was bad enough running the gauntlet with savage dogs, people yelling at you, "I vote Labour/Conservative/Liberal etc but it's none of your business" or "I don't vote" and idiots who told you "oh about 30 are living here"I take down all the names and when I start asking for ages I discover 27 of the "living here" are budgies, cats. dogs. goldfish etc!Worst day was when I was given a folder with only about 50 forms for my days work. Thought I'd hit the jackpot and an easy day....wrong every address was a top flat about 6 stories up all the way along Princes Street in Edinburgh, I gave up exhausted about 7pm that evening having not finished. Oh boy did I have legs so strong footballers would have been proud of them by the time the compilation was finished

 

Working in a pub kitchen/serving pub meals. No, not the job exactly, the landlady - who insisted I wore a Union Jack, in a sarong style, for a particular Royal occasion. Being young and desperately needing the money, I did it (naively) without protest.

The Royal event was being televised in the pub and drew in a huge amount of people (predominantly male) rapidly becoming worse for wear as they downed drinks to "celebrate" and there I was, dressed in a Union Jack 'sarong', rushed off my feet with orders plus serving and ...
Before the close of day, she had my notice with immediate effect ...

 

I worked in a Greek restaurant one night doing the washing up. The work itself was pretty dire but what made it worse was that I had to listen to the same 3 Greek songs over and over for 8 hours and I didn't get paid for it as I left 5 minutes too early as I had a taxi waiting outside for me, which I missed anyway. Tried to phone my parents and got no answer as they had went to bed.

So I had to walk home alone 11pm with no money which was a tad scary.

 

Call centre for British Gas. Holy Moly that was the worst job ever.

 

Washing the fish fridge in the green grocers where I worked on a Saturday - hummed for an hour or so after, until I could get home and bathe! At 15 needed the dosh! Them platform shoes didn't buy themselves lol!