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I thought I'd start a new thread about the worse job you ever had yourself or the worst job you ever heard of someone else having.
I met this man who works with his brother and I thought they had a nasty job. It had the potential for finding real treasures, but not sure I could do it. I don't know what the official name for it is but they go into homes where someone has died and there is no family to clean the house out before selling. These are often situations with suicides or elderly or hermit type people. They are also often places that are very very badly unkept, sometimes with animals all through the house, maybe some even dead ones, junk piled high and stench. He told me about one where the man blew his brains out and the police took the body and left everything else (including all the blood and gore from the suicide) and they had to clean it all up. He told me about another where the junk was so high they had to hike over it all. They had to bring in several of the huge garbage things they use for home renovations to clear it all out. They are allowed to keep anything they find and want and usually get paid a lump sum amount for the job (usually not much). I thought that seemed like a pretty awful job to me!
"Food server"--I lasted three and a half hours. The pay was pathetic, the boss gave me the creeps (go with first impressions people), the co-server grubby for every tip (bone) that came along--she sucked up to "Sugar Daddy" for the big tip for 2 days. Have some self respect...
I had a job with a company once that had me going to other company stores and cleaning them up. Now, let me clarify this. What I did was go in, assess the workings of the jobsite. Find the ways we were losing money, material goods or seasoned experienced personell. Then I had the authority for fireing personell, vendors, bringing authorities for one reason or another. I had the full backing of the owner of this company. I would come in as a transfer low level employee. To get as much information as possibe, before I made a report the the owner, and started the cleanup. I did this for one and a half years. I was threatened, assualted, had two company vehicles lost. One was firebombed the other had the engine disabled and had to be rebuilt. I had security escort and two locations for weeks I was there. This was very stressful to say the least.
A second job that comes to mind. I had a job once that had me to clean dead animals off the roadways. After they were hit by vehicles. Now that job sucked.
In college, I worked on an assembly line in a factory placing bar codes on bottles of Victoria's Secret perfume. I lasted one day. There was nothing really mentally taxing or physically grueling about it, just incredibly, incredibly monotonous.
At one timem I worked as an admin assistant for a financial company. Worked for VP of Finance who was a great man. The BAD part of job was when the CFO's assistant (who was my boss) told me that she could no longer come in early (which was required of her) so it was now my responsibility to come in 30 minutes early every morning so I could GET THE CFO HIS MORNING COFFEE and that was it, that was the reason to come in early everyday. Not only did i NOT get paid for the extra 30 minutes BUT i commuted to work so I had to take an earlier commuter train (5:45 am instead of 7:00 am because that was the schedule) into the city in order to give this BOOB his coffee! For 6 months I did this and every morning I would think of wonderful things to put in the coffee (I never did anything to the coffee just had the thoughts).
One winter morning I showed up (early of course) with pants on (the women were not allowed to wear pants) because there was a bad snowstorm. I had my skirt in my bag and was going to change into it once I got inside the building. I stepped off the elevator and walked right into the CFO (who was the pants police). He proceded to scream at me for disobeying company policy by showing up to the office with GASP pants on. Even after I explained I had my skirt in my bag and was just heading to the ladies room to change he still continued to yell at me, telling me he expects me to be properly dressed the minute i walk into the building!
I found a better job and gave 3 days notice. Yes, looking back giving 3 days notice was childish but BOY did it feel good then.
I got a temp job at a meat packing plant, where my task was to assemble the boxes for frozen burger patties. Ugh. I lasted one day. I couldn't flex my hands for about two days afterward.
I ran a business for Adult Residential Facility. I provided a home for mentally disabled adults. It's all about advocating for their rights, and meeting their needs from medication to supervision.
One day, one client was ill and soiled himself. Who is there to clean, but me. I washed him, help him up to shower, and wash his soiled clothes and linen.
I'm sure the experience was more terrible for him. Even when he is somewhat mentally retarded, he still has his dignity. That was about 2 years ago, and he passed away a year ago already.
Some things in life just gives you a different perspective compared to your current life.
At one timem I worked as an admin assistant for a financial company. Worked for VP of Finance who was a great man. The BAD part of job was when the CFO's assistant (who was my boss) told me that she could no longer come in early (which was required of her) so it was now my responsibility to come in 30 minutes early every morning so I could GET THE CFO HIS MORNING COFFEE and that was it, that was the reason to come in early everyday. Not only did i NOT get paid for the extra 30 minutes BUT i commuted to work so I had to take an earlier commuter train (5:45 am instead of 7:00 am because that was the schedule) into the city in order to give this BOOB his coffee! For 6 months I did this and every morning I would think of wonderful things to put in the coffee (I never did anything to the coffee just had the thoughts).
One winter morning I showed up (early of course) with pants on (the women were not allowed to wear pants) because there was a bad snowstorm. I had my skirt in my bag and was going to change into it once I got inside the building. I stepped off the elevator and walked right into the CFO (who was the pants police). He proceded to scream at me for disobeying company policy by showing up to the office with GASP pants on. Even after I explained I had my skirt in my bag and was just heading to the ladies room to change he still continued to yell at me, telling me he expects me to be properly dressed the minute i walk into the building!
I found a better job and gave 3 days notice. Yes, looking back giving 3 days notice was childish but BOY did it feel good then.
3 days' notice sounds like PLENTY...
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