You weren’t dating a redhead at the time, were you?
I think Iggy might win. Every time I have to do something objectionable from now on, I can think “at least I’m not jerking off a rooster.”
Did the chickens have large talons?
Paging Ernie Arnastos!
There’s a “Dirty Jobs” episode where Mike Rowe does this to turkeys, and others where he collects semen from pigs and cows. :eek:
Don’t forget the episode dealing with horse insemination.
Or where he sticks his arm up a pregnant cow’s butt to check the age of the fetus.
Well… not necessarily the next day, but sometime later I would spend a lot of time trying to stick a dental drill into the shell of a fertilized egg without breaking the inner membrane. I didn’t do so good the first few times trying this out. I made a huge mess.
Plastic bag packer.
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Janitor at a water plant, summer job during college. This was in a rich suburb. The city always hired a lot of college students (mainly to keep them out of trouble). All the full time guys were retired military, and most of the summer help were longhairs. The water plant had no need for a janitor, and the supervisor hated me. In spent three months in a sub-basement scrubbing water pipes.
If you want to hear about my crappiest job ever, just read the Workplace Griping thread in the Pit from April-ish until December of last year when I finally had enough and walked out.
When we were teens my sister worked in a movie theater. They had her scrubbing down the walls in the restrooms with some kind of chemical that made the skin on her hands blister and peel. No gloves or anything. Mom made her quit that job.
I was indeed offered the job today, so here in a couple of weeks I might become a regular contributor to the workplace griping thread. But really, as long as I get a paycheck and get to sit in the air conditioning all day I can’t complain too much. I’m just going to keep saying, “Well, it could be worse…I could be jerking off roosters or something!”
You were paid with a goat? I vote this the winner
Ward nursing. Demanding patients, bullying senior staff, little or no support from management, too much work to be done in too little time. Nursing really sucked.
Then I got a job in theatres- the bullies were still a constant, management were still appalling, but the job was great.
Bad jobs… a few come to mind… (I had the “luck” to graduate College just at the start of a recession in a dying rustbelt city, so you took what you could get)
I hated the job renting tuxedos. I didn’t mind the work at all, but the company was run by three brothers, an idiot, an asole, and a cheating thief. The Idiot I could handle, but every day the asole would call every store (i mean that literally) and bitch and complain about how terrible everyone was who worked for him. Largely in horrific profanity. The Thief… we were paid commission on sales. I worked with a local hotel on their purchase of uniforms, I did all the leg work, only to have him swoop in at the last minute, take the last meeting, and use that as the excuse to steal my commission. It’s the only job I’ve ever quit w/o having another lined up. By the way, they had a 200% turnover rate in the stores- I lasted just over the usual 6 months. They’re out of business now.
I worked at a woefully understaffed lumberyard. If you’ve ever unloaded a semi of insulation you know why that sucked.
Still, not as bad as the 9 months I worked at a medical insurance company processing claims (really, looking for excuses to deny them. That’s fun, calling up cancer victims to deny their coverage. I had a supervisor say to me once, “Just deny all the claims, they’ll be dead before they can successfully appeal them.” I quit. Private Medical Insurance Companies are EVIL, EVIL, EVIL.
I quit that job to work in paving / asphalt testing. Hot, working with terrible carcinogens w/o any protection, walking behind pavers carrying a 86#nuclear density gauge, etc., etc… Not a bad job, aside from the long days during paving season. Still sucked hot death, but compared to working for SATAN (Medical Insurance), not bad.
Three years of that and I went Back to Grad School and got my Ph.D. I may be slow to take a hint (i.e., the universe screaming at you to go back to school. I used to say “All I want is a job that isn’t another excuse to go back to school”), but I ain’t stupid!
I LOVE my job now!
My first job was as an assistant janitor in an Elementary school. The art work in the restrooms was monochromatic due to the medium of choice - poop - but some of those kids showed real artistic promise!
Not really. I was cleaning poop off the walls and vomit off the floor. For less than mimimum wage, because school systems weren’t required to pay minimum. The pay period was monthly. Wait a whole month, get next to nothing on the check, wait another month. It wasn’t pretty by any definition.
Most boring job I ever had was the doing Security in the inner city cell phone store. Most days were agony of counting minutes in increments to try to keep some sense of the passage of time.
Worst, most soul crushing job was my previous job, doing call center technical support. (as many people can attest)
I had a job the summer I graduated from high school…at that high school. I had it the next summer as well.
My partner and I had to tape the heck out of used textbooks, do library inventory, and then try to get all the locks off the lockers and empty out said lockers. There were tons of bugs spilling out, old lunches, you name it. Gaaaahhhh!
On the plus side, we did collect a few useful items.
The rest of the time, we used the library copier to get pics of our favorite bands from magazines.
I found out via Facebook that one of my high school classmates works in the claims denial department of a health insurance company. If I posted on here what I thought (and still think) of her, it would probably get me banned, so I won’t. I understand why such a department exists (fraud, duplicate claims, that kind of thing) but she’s probably the type who enjoys doing that sort of thing.
What company was it? You can PM me if you don’t want to post it here.
So, you weren’t “Frazz” (the comic strip)? What kind of school was this, that kids crapped on the WALL?