Cold calling would put me in an early grave. As would salesman or anything that involved being at ease with other people for most of my day. Or having to travel and still look presentable in front of rooms full of strangers.
Thank goodness I am competent and content at a boring desk job.
Any sales job where the product is shite and you’re cold-calling to basically try and hoodwink people (often vulnerable folk) into buying it.
Think I’d rather work down a Chinese coal mine than do that. At least you have your self-respect.
No longer a market for it, but a cesspit cleaner in a castle. There are still latrine cleaners in some parts of the world but most of that is with fresh air and daylight around you.
Any job where you’re required to work graveyard hours. Unless you live in someplace like Las Vegas where time-of-day is irrelevant, any graveyard job will absolutely destroy your personal life. Plus, you’re always tired and the sleep you do get just feels artificial (because, depending on how you work it, you’re either going to bed at 10 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon).
I know a thing or two about this, having done graveyard hours for three straight years. I will never, ever, EVER return to that shit.
Telephone Technical Support.
I would rather shovel out turkey houses in mid-July than do that sort of thing again.
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Call center agents in the graveyard shift have some of the best sex as a segment in the job market (AIDS cases also among the highest.)
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He’s helping out Andy Dick with his new stand-up routine.
And it’s green shit.
I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.
The slaughterhouse-category of jobs is really bad. Don’t forget the disease hazards and PTSD.
But the worst might be the Mexico City sewer divers.
I saw a TV program a few years ago in which they showed tge sewer system in Mexico City, one of the most densely populated and least-regulated places on earth. There are some areas that are just pools of liquid brown sludge, and for some reason there’s a need for a human being to go down into these pools and perform some sort of task…turning a valve or whatnot. I admit to not paying attention to the details, because they had these guys SUITING UP in SCUBA gear to… submerge themselves in it.
Shudder.
LOL!
And people say you have no sense of humor. They must be mistaken.
In my industry (airline) I’ve always said I could do my job (pilot) for a career, I could be a flight attendant for about a week, and I could be a gate agent for 1 departure before I murdered somebody who richly deserved it.
I actually think I’d rather drive the honey wagon & empty the aircraft toilets outdoors in the snow and blazing heat than be a gate agent inside getting yelled at by angry entitled jerkos. And taking all the heat for everything that goes wrong with my company’s rampant buffoonery, about 99.9999% of which is not my fault, nor within my power to correct.
Human punching bag is about the worst job imaginable. I’d rather pump shit. It’s better for my karma.
Ahem…
from the thread What’s the most unique job you’ve ever had?
It’s a… dirty?… job, but somebody’s got to do it?
Customer service/complaints. There would end up being a body count at some point.
Editor for the Golf Channel. They have to watch the footage that’s even too boring for the world’s dullest channel.
A little over 7 years ago now, the Onion ran a story about a black man being given the nation’s worst job.
Quite a bit more. Union scale for commercials here in New York is right around $125 per hour, plus a contribution to the pension fund.
In 1978, I ran the tongue saw at a slaughter house…
