Here are some funny onesfrom another site. The line I love is You know, you had the opportunity work your way up just like me and earn $5.00 an hour." The one about the crazy psycho woman who took vacation 6 months out of the year just kills me.
I was 18 and got a second job at McDonald's so I could work with my friend. My primary job was at an office, so I really worked there for fun (or so I thought).
A little kid, around 12 or so, would come in every day and order food from me. Once I gave him the food, he would cancel his order. This happened about 5 times. I asked the manager if it was ok for me to refuse service to this little boy. He said yes and just send the kid to a different line.
The day comes where I refused his service. This little punk reaches over and grab my boobs! So I reach out to throw a punch at him, but the dumb cash register is in the way. The kid walked away laughing. I looked at the manager and asked him for help and he basically told me to get over it.
I walked away from the register and he told me that I couldn't leave. I said "just watch me." I walked out. I only lasted there two weeks.
The funny part of it was, I was making around $7.00/hr at my office clerk job (this was 1989. Minimum wage was $3.35). The manager said, "You know, you had the opportunity work your way up just like me and earn $5.00 an hour." I just laughed at him and handed him his uniform.
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From: portubob Sent: 5/18/2006 2:09 PM
The worst job I had was when I was 12ish. I helped a family friend's father by crawling under a house and digging the dirt out from underneath. There was supposed to be a 1' clearance, but there was only 8" instead. Because I was small framed...somewhat, I was given a troul and for hours I would push dirt. I did wear a dust mask, but it didn't work very well when your head is nearly lodged between the dirt and the floor beams. I did it til the job was done. I made good money doing it. It was $5/hour for a 12 yr old...that was great. I never did get an allowance from my parents and had to work for every cent I earned. It was good to have spending money after a long saturday's work digging. man was I dirty! always...
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From: portubob Sent: 5/18/2006 2:13 PM
oops, I forgot...when I worked at DisneyWorld, there was a boy who walked in sicker than a dog at nervous or Bee's vet shop. He must have been way constipated because he threw up...but it wasn't throw up food, at least now what you'd expect. It was diarhea...thick black stinky stuff. I had to clean it up as the bus boy on duty. I had to take an hour break after it was cleaned and til this day, I still feel like hurling when I think about it...yuck...why bring your kid to such a place if you know he's sick like that...gross.
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From: YYAWannaNO Sent: 5/18/2006 2:15 PM
The worst job ever was a cashier at Mrs Fields. Not only did my clothes get tight from all the cookies & brownies, but my boss was an absolute LECH! The last straw was when my boss came to work drunk and 'offerered' to eat cookie dough....off my body! CHRIST! Is was only 16 and he was pushing 40!!
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From: nervous1 Sent: 5/18/2006 2:15 PM
Of course, I grew up on a pig farm. The jobs I had to do there would trump just about anything you folks could come up with.
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From: Washingtonian5 Sent: 5/18/2006 2:16 PM
I passed out flyers around the neighborhood. Few hundred houses a day.
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From: Mich Sent: 5/18/2006 2:17 PM
My first job in a research lab I needed to take care of the research subjects - frogs and worms (actually, some sort of larvae).
The frogs lived in a bathtub with a screen door over it. There were 2 tubs in the facility, I had to force feed the frogs a chunk of liver with a guitar pick then transfer them to the clean tub. Once all the frogs were in the clean tub, I had to clean the one I transfered them from. I needed to do something similar with the larvae, but this was worse as I HATE bugs of all sorts.
I never knew frogs could make such a mess.
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From: Sekar Sent: 5/18/2006 2:18 PM
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From: Pooh-Dad Sent: 5/18/2006 2:23 PM
Janitor in a large convention center. Worst memories - the cat show. Dear g0d - the smell of hundreds of cats pissing can kill. Cleaning up the sh*t fights - on more than one occassion, I'd have to deal with the aftermath of what I can only describe as a sh*t fight in a restroom.
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From: Foxy_Chocolate_Thunder Sent: 5/18/2006 2:24 PM
Do tell nervous....
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From: PoisonousGypsy0819 Sent: 5/18/2006 2:25 PM
The worst job I ever had was when I was 20-21. I worked for this crazy psycho woman who took vacation 6 months out of the year and never came to work before about 1 p.m. in the unlikely event that she was not on vacation. I had to be there at 8:30 every morning to answer the phones, but when I would go to leave at 5:30, she would say, "Where are you going? We've only been here for about 4 hours." WTF
? Just because SHE had only been there four hours, she thought everyone else had only been there four hours.
The worst was when she would go on vacation and then come back and not let anyone go anywhere (even to the doctor) for months because "too much vacation has been taken this year". Funny part is, she was the only one who took vacation days!!!!
I have many more stories about her, but I'll probably leave it at that so nobody figures out who she is. Arghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have never been so stressed as I was when I worked for her. Even when I think back on it, my heart starts racing and I feel nauseated and I get all upset.
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From: Hammerhead411 Sent: 5/18/2006 2:36 PM
Pumped gas just outside Phila. city limits when I was 16 to 18. A big black guy pulled in one night just before our midnight closing wearing a ski mask (and asked for a fill-up). The odd part was I recognized the guy (from his beat-up van) as a semi-regular customer. I really thought I was gonna get robbed but he paid and left. I quit shortly after that incident. It was also a dirty & unhealthy job.
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From: nervous1 Sent: 5/18/2006 5:48 PM
Foxy, let's just say that a ten-year old shouldn't have to castrate piglets, or stick his hand up the hind end of a farrowing sow...
And don't get me started on the times I had to unclog the drain for the manure pit.
Garbage man. I took the job one summer to save money for the next semerester of college. I believe I lasted a 2 weeks. Riding on the back of a smelly garbage truck was horrible. Unlike the well paid city workers, I worked for an private company that paid just over minimum wage.
I primarly picked up garbage in the suburbs and the grass bags were BIG and HEAVY. The straw that broke the camels back was working 11 hours straight in the rain. The next morning I called in and quit.
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From: BeeInKC9 Sent: 5/18/2006 1:56 PM
I worked at a small veterinary clinic when I was 15. My job was to assist with the animals that had been boarded. I had to clean cages, give walks, give baths etc. for $3.50 per hour and payday was once a month. There were seven people who work with the Vet. and all of them thought they were my boss and whatever they wanted at the time was the most important thing. I saw all sorts of crazy stuff - an elderly dog named Trouble that had cataracts and was incontinent and dripped constantly and spent his entire life in a cage, there were dead pets in a freezer, a dog being put to sleep that wouldn't die. As a child I wanted to be a veterinarian because I love animals. This experience cured me quickly. When they asked me to come in on the 7th day in a row because the animals still needed to be taken care of I walked out.
