worst job was in a hotel as a kitchen porter , work was crappy enough and the head chef was a total **** , rest of staff were sound though
Was the worst part not being a scumbag?Originally Posted by strangeirish
In hindsight, the repoman job. The best part of it was taking back high end cars from those who thought they were above everyone else. The worst part was being called a 'scumbag'.
That question was less stupid, though you asked it in a profoundly stupid way.
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Worst Job no.1 :
Armed with luminous yellow bib and clicky thing, I spent a 12 hour shift counting people passing through a remote (relatively speaking) outpost of the London Docklands Railway. It was just about worth it for the Stg.£80 tax free reward (a lot of money to a student in 1994 !).
Worst Job no. 2 :
Call centre.
As its in my nature to make my best effort at whatever I do, I smashed the record (by a considerable margin) for most complete calls in a day during my first week, which in hindsight cant have made me too popular. Although another competitive person did rise to the challenge.
Worst Job no. 3 :
Working for a water-cooler company, every day I had phone 2/300 customers to find out how many bottles they wanted delivered. However I shared an office with 6 very attractive ladies in the 18-26 age bracket, so I persevered with the job for about 3 monthsThen I progressed to the sales team, spent a week cold-calling and only got 2 leads, and the installation was ****ed up on one of them so I promptly came to my senses and quit.
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Oooh a few spring to mind.
1) Worked as a charity mugger in Edinburgh. Shocking job. You only got paid commission. I lasted two weeks and only made one sale. My pay packet was £15 for two weeks work. and spent more than that on travel! Some of the abuse I got too,and if you last a day without it, you've had a good day.
2) Worked in the bog footing turf in my teens.Crap money and back breaking work.
3) Worked in a printers in South West London for a bit. Miserable staff, very picky and demanding customrs. Got the sack during someone else's leaving do over a few pints! I nearly decked the manager! Wish I did now actually.
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Actually, I was winding up LTID there, as I was trying not to break out a can of Baileban on him.Was the worst part not being a scumbag?
Did you ever notice that in every painting of Adam & Eve, they have belly buttons. Think about that...take as long as you want.
Kitchen Porter in the Dublin Bus drivers canteen, Earl Place. By a mile!Actually, I was winding up LTID there, as I was trying not to break out a can of Baileban on him.
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Medical claims processor(Data entry work), most booring job sitting in front of a computer all day comparing a doctors bill(what operations preformed etc) to the patients medical cover withj the company I worked for. Consisted of 8 weeks traing, I left on the seventh.
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Ah vet work experience, that'd be my worst. Observing a dog lying on the ground with two legs broken, neck badly injured and broken ribs - presumably hit a car. Managed to hold out for four days befor ethe owners gave in and the dog did too.Out of fix or six odd-jobs then, the least attractive employment of my talents was assisting in the removal of cancerous sores off the sides of cows as my two weeks of vet work experience from school.
Gruesome.
Also operating on a dog in heat to remove any possible mini-golden retrievers, so to speak. Which was successful.
I did not consider becoming a vet
Office work would be my worst, but I've managed to avoid that so far and the office politics that go with it.
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Yeah it wasn't pleasant. Certainly confirmed that I didn't want to be a vet.
I remember having one of those 'in heat' moments as well when helping to stitch a dog's belly back up after his death was confirmed - I had to hold all the nice warm fat inside the body. It was half enjoyable in one of those strange animal-interaction sensation kind of ways - a bit like when a lamb sucks your finger.
Worked in a warehouse in Limerick for 3 weeks one year. Worst job I ever had, involved taking orders off a printer, searching the warehouse for them, realising the parts weren't where they were supposed to be, tracking them down, and finally adding them to a pallet and dragging them onto a truck.
Wrecked my back.
Only good thing to come out of it was I got a pair of comfortable, waterproof, steel toed work boots which I still have years later and are excellent for concerts
Did something similar in Holland.
Worst would probably be unloading goods lorries. Boring and sore.
During a brief stint working in a Cafe I once asked an old lady struggling to get a stool from under a counter if she'd like to (and I quote) "whip it out for her".
That was that really.
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Worst job was working on a banana plantation in Northern Queensland. 35 degrees, 100% humidity, raining most days, huge rats all over the place and nice big snakes slithering around the area too. Haven't touched a banana since I left the place.
Jesus some rank jobs listed there lads.
I worked a summer in a local piggery. One of my first tasks every morning was to head around the sheds with a bucket and clean up the afterbirth from the sows. They gave you gloves but after a while you couldn't be arsed wearing them cos it made it more difficult. Sometimes the membrane on the placenta would rip and you'd have the warm slobbery mank all over you. You also had to clear up the dead banabhs along with the placenta.
One of the other lads that worked there used to have to spend the full day up to his chest in pig sh*t. He'd have to head down into the slurry tank and make sure the agitator was working right or something. And stand there all day. Up to his chest in pig sh*t.
And to think I sometimes miss life in rural Ireland.
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Work in a bar part-time and got poached by a guy who drinks there. Offered me work as a hospital porter. Maybe that could be as worst job I've been offered!
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is that the irish slang for the word for a baby pig, and i dont mean piglet?! if so its mad i only heard that the other day, never knew such a word existed!banabhs
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I worked for an Industrial Diamond Company.It was the Worst and most Dangerous job i have had to do. Used to have to mix Acids to clean Diamond and the fums were terrible and sometimes the fums had a thick brown smoke that would nearly blind and choke ya.Got burnt a good few time on the arms and neck. No joking ya, this place was reall bad.
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You're right hospital porter not for the faint hearted..worked as one in London when I was a stundent... didn't last long...couldn't hack having to go into the operating theatres after the surgeons were finished and then clean up and remove various body parts that had been removed in surgery...yeeeuch !!!
Thanks mate! I definitely won't go for that career option now! ewww.
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