What is the worst job you have ever had?
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marksx said:
Working in McDonald's
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t pay, st hours, st 'tasks' to do, little Hitler supervisors, fking stars, going home smelling like a manky chip pan, the fking public. That.
I didnt mind McDonalds so much. They paid decently for highstreet work once upon a time. Not so good when hungover though but never seems that busy any more, que used to be out the door on a saturday lunch rush. s
t pay, st hours, st 'tasks' to do, little Hitler supervisors, fking stars, going home smelling like a manky chip pan, the fking public. That.bazza white said:
marksx said:
Working in McDonald's
st pay, st hours, st 'tasks' to do, little Hitler supervisors, fking stars, going home smelling like a manky chip pan, the fking public. That.
I didnt mind McDonalds so much. They paid decently for highstreet work once upon a time. Not so good when hungover though but never seems that busy any more, que used to be out the door on a saturday lunch rush. s
t pay, st hours, st 'tasks' to do, little Hitler supervisors, fking stars, going home smelling like a manky chip pan, the fking public. That.bazza white said:
I didnt mind McDonalds so much. They paid decently for highstreet work once upon a time. Not so good when hungover though but never seems that busy any more, que used to be out the door on a saturday lunch rush.
I hated Saturday lunch. Well, I hated it all but Saturday more so! Queue out of the door, kids everywhere, drive through queuing out of the retail park. Urgh. I remember a performance review and being given an 8p/hr rise for doing a good job
bazza white said:
marksx said:
Working in McDonald's
st pay, st hours, st 'tasks' to do, little Hitler supervisors, fking stars, going home smelling like a manky chip pan, the fking public. That.
I didnt mind McDonalds so much. They paid decently for highstreet work once upon a time. Not so good when hungover though but never seems that busy any more, que used to be out the door on a saturday lunch rush. s
t pay, st hours, st 'tasks' to do, little Hitler supervisors, fking stars, going home smelling like a manky chip pan, the fking public. That.Working at a vets. I was 15 and got a Saturday morning and occasional weekday evening job at a veterany surgery thanks to a mate.
I guess it helps if you like animals – I don't – so having to handle mental cats, cleaning up after dogs with Parvo (puking and pooing like you wouldn't believe) and lugging dead frozen pigs put me so far out of my comfort zone it was untrue. Actually the dead animals were the most compliant, I didn't have a problem with those.
I lasted a couple months and I did everybody a massive favour the day I asked to go, as in; 'Please, I just want to leave right now'.
I guess it helps if you like animals – I don't – so having to handle mental cats, cleaning up after dogs with Parvo (puking and pooing like you wouldn't believe) and lugging dead frozen pigs put me so far out of my comfort zone it was untrue. Actually the dead animals were the most compliant, I didn't have a problem with those.
I lasted a couple months and I did everybody a massive favour the day I asked to go, as in; 'Please, I just want to leave right now'.
Working in the office for one of the pallet networks. Every phone call was about a problem which were 90% of the time caused by the drivers. They would be checking google earth before they left the depot and already decided which jobs were "too tight" "too difficult" and wouldn't get delivered. If pushed they would admit it was a piss easy job but my god they didn't stop whining all day.
Six Figs said:
My current job, testing rams, covered in hydraulic fluid, boring as hell, but taking home 450 whilst i sort my life out
Who do you work for as I also work for a company that makes rams in Hampshire?One that I recall vividly was when I was doing “The Knowledge” to gain my Black Cab driver’s licence, and I did a couple of days per week with an HGV driver agency.
One day I picked up a 40’ container, and had to deliver it to a company in Brentford, Middx.
When I got there, and they broke the seal on the doors of the container and opened it, it was completely full of cartons of tiles, from Portugal.
There were two guys there, plus their manager, he said to me, “You hand them to my guys, and we’ll stack them on a pallet.”
Each carton weighed 10 or 12 kilos, and the container was full, from the floor to halfway to the roof, and all the length of the container.
I said, “Maybe you don’t understand, I do the driving, you do the unloading.”
The manager phoned the HGV agency, they gave me two choices, help hump all the tiles off, and get paid, or don’t help, and get no pay for that day.
I said, “And now you have two choices, I’m not unloading these tiles, and I accept that that means I won’t get paid, now, I can either leave the tractor unit and trailer here, and make my own way home, or I can drop the trailer, and bring the tractor unit back to your depot.”
They opted for me to drop the trailer, while they sent another driver, with another tractor unit.
One day I picked up a 40’ container, and had to deliver it to a company in Brentford, Middx.
When I got there, and they broke the seal on the doors of the container and opened it, it was completely full of cartons of tiles, from Portugal.
There were two guys there, plus their manager, he said to me, “You hand them to my guys, and we’ll stack them on a pallet.”
Each carton weighed 10 or 12 kilos, and the container was full, from the floor to halfway to the roof, and all the length of the container.
I said, “Maybe you don’t understand, I do the driving, you do the unloading.”
The manager phoned the HGV agency, they gave me two choices, help hump all the tiles off, and get paid, or don’t help, and get no pay for that day.
I said, “And now you have two choices, I’m not unloading these tiles, and I accept that that means I won’t get paid, now, I can either leave the tractor unit and trailer here, and make my own way home, or I can drop the trailer, and bring the tractor unit back to your depot.”
They opted for me to drop the trailer, while they sent another driver, with another tractor unit.
Abattoir, back in the 1980's, summer job as a student. Live chickens and turkeys in one end and frozen or fresh out the other. Gross work and some of the regular full time staff were nuts, but for back then the money was ok.
Once had to remove the packaging from a load of chickens as the date was passed, rebagged with a new date.
I also did door to door selling double glazing another summer. Wasn't very hard, just depressing banging on doors which were answered at 3pm by people who appeared to have either spent the day watching daytime TV or just got out of bed in an area where it appeared no one could afford new windows.
Once had to remove the packaging from a load of chickens as the date was passed, rebagged with a new date.
I also did door to door selling double glazing another summer. Wasn't very hard, just depressing banging on doors which were answered at 3pm by people who appeared to have either spent the day watching daytime TV or just got out of bed in an area where it appeared no one could afford new windows.
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