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The recent interviews with the GOP contenders regarding their worse jobs made me think this would be a good topic here in Work and Employment. I couldn't find an older thread that dealt with the topic on a personal basis so let's do it here.
I've been a soda jerk and a cook at a drive-in theater, a house painter, pumped gas, been a jet fighter mechanic, a trucker, a house mover, a research assistant on a proposed nuclear deposition site, an agricultural inspector and a regional and a headquarters staff biologist. There are stories of boredom, interest and danger in some of this work but I won't start the discussion as I think that C-D has some persons who have had some really interesting career paths.
Housekeeper at hotel. The day I was in training while I cleaned the bathroom my trainer maid was on the bed with the male crew chief. I went home for lunch and didn't come back.
Housekeeper at hotel. The day I was in training while I cleaned the bathroom my trainer maid was on the bed with the male crew chief. I went home for lunch and didn't come back.
Yikes! I think I wouldn't have finished the bathroom.
I have dug ditches in the summer heat. I have driven a taxicab. But the worst I ever did was caddying. Had to wait long to get out, then it was a lot of walking with heavy bags. You can have it.
My fault but I was hoping for some details on why your job was so bad.
An example of one of my bad jobs is: As a west Texas trucker I had to back 40' containers loaded with 40,000 lbs. of swinging meat onto train flats and then tie them down by using the truck and a big chain to pull up the 5th wheel locks on the flat. This work sometimes had to be done in the dead of winter no matter how much snow and ice was blowing across the rail cars and ramps. Many times the containers had to be loaded on the trains in the middle of the night, or the morning, after having driven all day. Had I not had youth and strength during those days, I would not be writing this.
However, as bad as this job was, it was not my worse...
Yikes! I think I wouldn't have finished the bathroom.
Yep, should have. Circumstances: summer job between Freshman and Soph year in college. Only non-African American person doing this work; fearful that if I let them know my observations that I would be in some kind of danger (told to stay in bathroom until sparkling and summon my trainer by calling out when ready); fearful that the next day when I was on my own that the crew chief would visit me in a room.....
These days (that was in 1969) I would be much more vocal about this whole deal.
Working in MacDonalds in a town that was the UK version of Fort Bragg. If it wasn't the drunken soldiers piling in at 11pm tearing up the place, it was the daily bomb threats called into the store plus the £1.72 ($2.73) hourly wage and daily burns and scars from the scalding hot fat and cooking plates. Good times!
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