Worst Job?

leejon

There are some bad ones named but I have my own horrors....

weekend night shift Fri, Sat, Sun 20:00 - 08:00 through a summer (nice and warm at night) in a factory working on a Plastic moulding machine that ran at aroun 70 degrees C. Putting little tablets of plastic ito a huge press every 45 seconds...... for 12 hrs with a 30 min break in beteween. It was too hot to wear anything with long sleeves so you basically burned your forearms every 45 seconds on the searing hot mould!!
HATED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Plus the bonus of going out on the piss on a Monday and people thinking you had a drinking problem because you were rotten on a Monday. Never again.... EVER.
Disappointingly I had to go back again a few years later... things not working out as they should. Anyway they put me on a whole new horrible machine called a Prodel, which was basically a huge production line that moved these little BASTARD units passed you every 25 seconds and you had to fit these little metel and plastic bits into them. You needed hands faster than a card shark and skin thicker than leather. Plus the added bonus of 10 hour shifts with 10 min breaks every 2 hours. My spine almost became a liquid with the continual bending over this unholy machine.
Also the 'team leader' was a poisened little toad who had been there since the place had opened and shouted 'come on, hurry up' a LOT!!

I feel better now that I have purged myself of that place!! MEM

phobos

3rd most hated job
When I was 14 I worked for the Salthill festival, and had to clean up ye're mess, while ye just stood there gaping at jets, and tomcats etc. Myself and 4 other unfortunates, who smiled politely on that first day, and in the end, went around looking for some cocky bugger to take our rage out on. We got revenge, but lost the job. Such is life

2nd
Newsagent in Salthill. The work was OK, the shop was a little unorganised though. But the best part was on my first day, while the guy was showing me the ropes, he said he would be paying me the standard rate of £1.25 an hour. This was 1995 for Christ sake. Surely he couldn't get away with that. I always remember my mother telling me to stuff it, so I did after a week. Having said that I rarely ever stood inside the shop since.

1st
Having worked in Dunnes for over 2 years, those of you from Galway will know of the Westside branch. It's the only Dunnes I know of where they have to pay some dude to stand and watch the trolley bay from getting nicked. So instead of an automated trolley bay, where you slap in a quid (or €) and get your trolley, I had to get your quid, and hand you the trolley. But of course there was mayhem to be had, with every juvenile delinquent from the area, finding time (every day) to come down and wreck my head. What they used to do, is rob trolleys, or manufacture the bloody things in their houses, and come down to me trying to get their quid back. These people are going to have a field day when they hear about the social welfare system. I remember one day, I told one of the kids to fuk off, coz I was really getting pi$$ed off :mad:, it's difficult to keep a smile towards genuine customers, when you have stuff like that on the side. Anyway down came the mother, and asked me what was going on. I told her everything in a very calm and polite manner, and she proceeded to beat the living sh1t in to her son. Christ!, I had to intervene in the end coz I thought she was trying to kill him. I know, I know, one down.......many to go. But I felt a little bit guilty for the lad, which explained why those kids behave the way they do, if their parents couldn't handle them correctly. Anyway going off topic. But it was bad. Then for the last summer I had to work in the stock room. My last day involved my declogging the compressor, which was full of dead fish heads, and anything else they could throw in there. I robbed a second uniform, just so there would be a better chance to get rid of the smell. :rolleyes:

;-phobos-)

Clintons Cat

when i was sixteen i got a job shelfstacking for rainbow,
Not a week went by that they didnt underpay my hours,
eventually they paid the whole lot in one lump sum which meant i got taxed and NI at the highest rate so i only saw half the money they owed me.I deceided enough was enough and handed in my resignation.A proper one written in my best handwritting politely stating i was unable to continue working there as unforseen circumstances made it unviable.
The manager was a total dick,the kind who thought you could make shelfstacking sound less cr4p by calling it,and i kid you not "the elite twilight shift".Anyways the charmless nonce sat there ripping the pi$s saying stuff like "maybe you should have foreseen those unforeseen circumstances before you started."In my defence i said it was impossible to forsee that they were going to mess my wages up. Which kind of shut him up.
Had to wait till the end of the tax year to get what i was owed off the revenue.

I have had many pointless dead end and menial jobs but that one stands head and shoulders above the rest,Does anyone realise the utter mindnumbing pointlessness of trying to balance a valuepack of kleenex on top of another?

Corega

Butler!!!

God damn it, good money / tips, but by the end of the day my back was in unbearable pain from lugging suitcases up stairs, funny how Americans seem to bring all their fu**ing possesions when they go on holidays :mad: .

The manager was a right twat too, he got me in the office one day and said " I don't want you discussing your wages with other members of staff" I was 15 for **** sake, I did'nt know any better, he also told me I'd get the sack if I did it again, wan***.

In this hotel before I was butler I also cleaned the rooms, which entailed among other things cleaning out German pornos from the bogs that had all their pages stuck together . I also managed to land myself the job of washing dishes for the restaurant.

2'nd worse job was lounge boy, apart from the fact that I was doing this job at the same time as I was doing butler the pay was absolute sh**e and below min. wage I might add, however the first day I did get £12 in tips which I thought was great, the next day was £10, still good enough, the following day was £8, somethings goin wrong here , after that they went from £6 to £4 to £1 and the last day I got 15p so I said right **** it I'm out of here, but only after I told the owner he was a right stingy bastar*.

T'was only a week after that my dad told me the intricasies of tipping and how it worked, he told me that as I was a male I would not receive as much money as the females, mainly due to the fact that they have t**s and ****y, his exact words and for some reason overweight, beer-slogging dics thought that by tipping these girls they would hop into bed with them.

All this has paid off and I now work in a job I love, in a net cafe, getting to this most of the day

Megatron

Originally posted by The_Bullman


as someone who also did this, i understand. My line was "welcome to or***e. Cormac speaking. Which name please?"

actually during and for a few months after i was known to have developed a problem controling my rage.

So trure, i was let go cus well for legal reasons i can´t go much further but lets say that sex tours in london go it´s number out there.

as for the whole rage control thing i lived in clontarf, anytime i saw the place i´d just go mental so i moved .... to FINLAND !!!!!!

things are very good here but no job yet :mad: but i´m working on it.

The_Bullman

it really is a shame that you couldn't day more.....

i also am without a job, but hopefully i will get back to college and make something of it all.


it all ads up to life experience in the end

BuffyBot

Originally posted by Megatron
as for the whole rage control thing i lived in clontarf, anytime i saw the place i´d just go mental so i moved .... to FINLAND !!!!!!

Jaysus, that was a bit extreme, even to get away from there

SYL

Hey WhiteWashMan, I worked in NEC too during the summer of 1996 and 1997 in the process area too, 12 hour shift. What about you, when did you work there.
I worked in the part where they heat-tested the chips before sending them to shipping, can't remember which area though.

eth0_

My worst job EVER (even worse than the call centre I'm in now or mcdonalds when I was in school) was working nights in 3com in Blanch when I was a student. 8pm-8am Friday and Saturday. F*ck all breaks. Nazi-esque team leaders who wouldn't even allow a radio on the floor so as you can imagine, it was mind numbing boredome. Add to this the fact the job involved working with PCB's and the gloves they gave you were so short you'd come out with lacerated wrists, and that i'd be so tired after the weekend i'd be unfit for college monday....I lasted 6 weeks.

jd

I had a job bunching scallions in a market garden in Wexford when I was in school..
I used to stink-even showering 3 times a day..
Money was ok-they paid piecework..
(the job involved taking unhealthy leaves off the scallions, and putting a rubber band around a bunch of them..)
jd

eth0_

I the smell of scallions. That's put me in the mood for a scallion sandwich

Mr E

From what I can see, one of the worst jobs at the moment would be "Salesperson in a Meteor mobile phone shop".

They NEVER seem to have any customers!

- Dave.

jd

Originally posted by eth0_
I the smell of scallions. That's put me in the mood for a scallion sandwich

The young wans at home didn't..

SYL

Worst job ever...working in a nightclub (my first job) doing floor work and stocking up the bar during the night. Not that bad, even for junior disco's (and they were a bit mental). Just the fact that the supervisor was a total bitch. No other word for it, she is the epitome of bitchness, she had a constant 24/7 bad mood, all the time. I lasted about 3 months before I told her to fu<k off after collecting the previous weeks wages and going home before work started. I still see the rotten cow around the place, and once again, bitch. Big narky head on her.

eth0_

Oh god I did that too when I was about 15/16, in the DODGIEST nightclub in Drogheda, in the Rosnaree/Europa hotel. Full of scum and dealer. Used to come out with a few fag burns every night.
Pay was about £3 an hour and this was only 5 years ago.
Superviser was a sleaze, but me and my mate got our own back on them by slugging down Southern reds after work and when they shut the bar when the guards were sniffing around (they broke their licence EVERY week)