Whats the worst job you've ever had?

1. I sold directv in Costco. Asking people as they were walking in “have you heard about Costco’s new deal with directv” I’ve never felt so much hatred toward my person in my life. I lasted 2 days.
   — jennalee17


2. I deliverd the morning paper in high school. let me tell you, waking up at 3 am to sort all the different newspapers and deliver them before 8 am, to then have a full day of school and homework is utter hell.
   — DoomSnail31


3. **This is a repost from my reply to a similar thread about a year ago.** I went to an agency that said they were sending me to a "Packaging Plant". It wasn't. It was a place where turkeys arrived in trucks and left in boxes. Stick around...this is pretty funny. I know I was in trouble when I could smell the place at least a mile away. The agency was kind enough to give me a ride in...and now I know why. If I was driving my own vehicle I would have "Noped" in record time. As soon as I assembled with the rest of the temps, I was offered a singular but very puzzling honor. I was given a rain suit, you've seen them, the cheap canary-yellow slicker, pants, and yes, even the hat. My curiosity was soon to be satisfied. I was tasked with removing the turkeys from the truck. They arrived in a truck that looked exactly like [this](https://c1.staticflickr.com/3/2411/1642523478_7242d94a72_b.jpg). Now there's two things you need to understand about turkeys. First, they are the most incredibly stupid creatures imaginable, and second, they are shit factories. They've been fattened up for market, and have been stuffing themselves with whatever vile sustenance turkeys eat, and what goes in, comes out. Have another look at the truck, and imagine the liberal coating of turkey shit covering the poor turkey bastards on the lowest level. When I reached into the cage and picked one up by the feet, they would struggle and flap their wings, and would become a Turk-O Turkey Shit Arial Distribution System. **NOW you know why they gave me a rain suit.** After 10 minutes of this I wanted to say "Fuck You", I am am out of here, but I couldn't, because: - It was 40 miles out of town, and if I quit, there goes my ride. - I could have called for a rescue, but I already smelled so awful I couldn't subject the vehicle of anyone I know with the aroma. So I stuck with it, until, by some absolute MIRACLE, someone came out and said "We need somebody to work inside". Did I mention that this was on an outdoor dock, in December, in Canada? "Oooh, ooh, pick me, pick me!!" and they did. I was finally off the dock, and no longer had to deal with shit-spraying turkeys. Nothing could be worse that that.... **I should have known I was in trouble when they didn't ask for the rain suit back.** Now the way this works is that some poor bastard takes the turkeys off the truck and hangs them upside-down, by their feet, on metal hooks on a conveyor belt. They get submerged in a water bath, and electrocuted. Then they come up out of the water, and someone chops the head off. They travel a bit, draining of blood, and then they go into a hot, hot bath. This softens the feathers, but before long, this hot soak is pretty much equal parts hot water, blood, and turkey shit. Then they get plucked...by travelling through a tunnel that looks like [this](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/hFZGXo5cqfg/maxresdefault.jpg). Imagine all these discs, spinning rapidly, and knocking the feathers off the birds. Now imagine each of the turkeys as still half-full of shit, and being furiously beaten in a tunnel of spinning dildos. Imagine the cloud emanating from that tunnel, an aeration of water, damp feathers, blood, and turkey shit. You might, at a long stretch, be able to imagine it, but I assure you, you cannot imagine the stench. You may have driven past a slaughterhouse, and caught a whiff. That's the difference between catching a hint of cheap cologne, and having a 5-gallon bucket of it poured over your head. This was the source, the fount of the hideous miasma that blanketed the countryside, and I was the lucky chap that was right where the birds exited the tunnel. I was bathed in a continuous mist of this most disgusting of substances. In my eyes, my hair, my mouth. It was inescapable. My important and crucial task was, using a pair of needle-nosed pliers, to remove the stumps of feathers that broke, rather than get ripped out of the carcass. I remained there for another 5 hours, in a place where minutes felt like centuries. I can now endure anything, for I have been to Hell, and emerged alive. I would not wish this experience on the worst specimens of humanity. When I returned home, I was grateful to be living in a high-rise apartment. The stench had permeated every fiber of my clothing, my body, and my soul. I removed the clothes, bagged them for disposal, and placed a plastic lawn chair in the shower, where I remained for the next 90 minutes, frantically scrubbing myself raw. Thank God for apartment buildings and their endless hot water. I had made it home about 6pm, and at 8, the phone rang. It was the agency, calling to let me know that tomorrow we were going to be starting 2 hours early, and I needed to be at the office for 5:30am, not 7:30. I don't recall exactly how I responded, but I do recall impressing myself with my masterful command of profanity. Yes, dear reader, I most certainly did decline their kind offer of continued employment, and you may be startled to discover that I have never regretted the decision.
   — PJMurphy






4. I used to work in a call center collecting medical debt. The amount of times I had people tell me the doctor made it worse or killed the person I was looking for fucked me up. Combine that with the irreconcilable fact that I was making a lot of money from commission off people who couldn't afford the basics and it spiraled me into some really dark depression.
   — PlopsMcgoo


5. Selling solar panels through cold-calling. People hated me almost as much as I hated myself for doing that terrible, awful job :S
   — AllyKhalil


6. I worked in an office doing medical billing M-F 8-5. The pay was pretty good and my wife was working. We had quite a bit of debt(mortgage, college loans, car notes, CC debt). My wife got pregnant and was put on bed rest at 4 months. I ended up having to get a second job working overnight at Wal-Mart Distribution center working Fri, Sat, Sunday 6pm-6am. So, I would work M-F 8-5. leave work Friday afternoon and work 6pm-6am at the DC and the same during the weekend. I'd go in Sunday night and work until Monday morning at 6am, leave the DC and go straight to work at the medical billing job. I did that for 13 months. I'm surprised my marriage and my sanity stayed intact.
   — oleyoke






7. I worked for an inventory company. We would go into stores when they were closed and count everything. It was the first job where I made more than minimum wage, but the hours were terrible. I would have to drive 20 miles to inventory a party store for 3 hours, and the next morning go 20 miles in the other direction to a Sears for 12. After that nothing for two weeks and me wondering how I was gonna pay my car payment. Everyone there was miserable and smelled like cigarettes because they'd chain smoke on breaks. To top it off it was mind numbing work, with the constant beeping from the scanners just sucking your will to live. I lasted 6 months and quit over the phone when I got a better job.
   — Somgr81


8. Toys R Us. It was only seasonal, but being paid minimum wage and working in a store where kids literally move everything out of place and having to return everything back to its place at the end of the night only to have it happen again the next day and the next. And being cashier and having to ask the mandatory question: *“do you need batteries today?”* With a sign posted stating if we don’t ask, then you get a free $5 gift card. I had someone call me out for not asking even though they only bought a snickers bar. And of course I had to honor it. No wonder they went out of business. Since Toys R Us used the “ticket” model for high end items, on Black Friday this Lady cussed me out for not giving her a Nintendo DS because she didn’t have a ticket for it and I informed her that if I gave her one then someone who is waiting in line with a ticket wouldn’t get theirs. She responded *“I don’t give a f&$#.”* Never again will I work retail.
   — treehouse1441


9. Online math tutor. New hires get shit hours but have to schedule a minimum to make it out of probation. So my hours are all between midnight to 5 am. The time want the issue, but who is getting tutored at that hour? I'm strictly only tutoring to native English speakers. No esl. Well the students rate you and if your rating is too low, you're fired. I made my minimum, but 2 days before my review, they changed it and I was 1.1% off. So I get 1 more month to bring up my rating. Basically, at that hour, besides random college students, you're tutoring ultra rich foreign kids in places with extreme income disparity. These kids are practically royalty, they're treating you like absolute shit. You can't give answers and if they demand you do, you'll get 0% rating. Its then your fault for not " connecting " to them. Wait what? I'm a tutor, why do I have to convince kids on the value of tutoring? I'm not sales. So I'm getting fired. There is a log of every session. I got amazing score from the kids that wanted to learn. It's just the entitled brats that I can't escape at those hours, I followed all their rules which are strict. I have to do an final performance review. Why? You made it really clear the rating metric was not flexible. Okay maybe it is. Quick summary, yeah you're fired, now I have to discuss this. Told them no. It feels like you want me to beg for my job. Also that I get kids are kids, but the fact that you also sided with the abusive ones instead of your tutors who remained professional. I think its for the best.
   — notyetcomitteds2






10. I had a job that involved pulling items from shelves and packing them for shipping. When I got the job, the guy asked "one question - you're not dyslexic, are you?" I *am* slightly dyslexic, but I said no because I wanted the job. The list of items to pack was just comprised of these nonsensical ten-digit alphanumeric codes. Many were very similar to one another: a red necklace would be something like "A83HNSK0**R**39F" while a blue necklace would be "A83HNSK0**B**39F". The shelves containing the stock of items just had the alphanumeric labels on them; they couldn't be bothered to also put "blue necklace" or "red necklace" to help prevent errors, making what should have been an easy job pretty tough. My dyslexia showed quite easily, and I was fired for my slowness and high error rate. I was 18, had dropped out of high school, and got fired for being *bad at putting things in boxes.* My self-esteem was pretty shot at that point. Anyway, things got better and I've been a programmer for 10 years.
    — PouponMacaque


11. I've had some physically difficult jobs, disgusting (as in gross) jobs, and boring jobs, but the one that takes the cake was one that I did for only a single day - I bailed after that. I was working for a temp agency, and they placed me at some random manufacturing plant. When I arrived, nobody knew what to do with me, so they placed me in a dark corner of the factory, next to some large, hot, and noisy machine, and they handed me an Exacto knife. About every 90 seconds six plastic pieces of something (don't recall) would be spat out of a mold. One out of every six pieces had a bit of flash - excess plastic that seeps slightly out of the mold - and I was to find that piece, shave off the bit of flash, and throw all the pieces in a box. Wait another 90 seconds, slice, repeat, and so on, for eight hours. By the end of that day I was ready to use that Exacto knife in other ways, if you feel me.
    — socialPsyence


12. The one that ended last Friday. It was a contract position. The pay was pretty good, but I realized that my supervisor was someone who was pretending to be really friendly but in the background he was gaslighting our whole team and doing everything possible to make sure that we were confused and fearful and didn't really know what was going on. He was a really dangerous person, and I walked out of there just being happy that I don't have to worry about dealing with someone like that anymore.
    — lovethenewname






13. I worked in the kitchen of a retirement home. Imagine having to shove the discarded food of senior citizens down a disposal every day.
    — silvergun_superman