Worked for a company called RGIS, a contractor that does retail inventory. Awful job. I suppose it would be okay for some people, but I hated it. Low pay, erratic hours, different site every job that could require traveling all the way across the state (with no travel expenses paid), and just endless counting. Only positive moment I took from that job was the time we inventoried a Victoria’s Secret and I had to count up a box of comically huge panties.
Bussing tables at Red Lobster. 10 hours without a break of any sort, no meal time. First and last day there.
Pony ride and petting zoo attendant. Sticky little children and sweaty little ponies and very long days. Work started first thing in the morning and ended at dusk. I slept in the horse trailer with the ponies or my car.
I was also required to do set up and tear down of the pony wheel and the petting zoo enclosures as we moved from fair to fair and ended up so covered in bruises that people were giving my boyfriend dirty looks.
The critters were cool.
Construction site cleanup.
Mod. I didn’t even get the coffee mug.
Temp job sorting Coca-Cola products in their local warehouse. I’m just not fast enough for that sort of thing. The only good thing about that was all the soda we could drink, as long as the can was defective in some way and would have been tossed otherwise.
Did a lot more cans get “accidentally” damaged around, say, lunchtime or mid-afternoon? 
I worked as a nurses’ aide one summer in a nursing home. My job was to change sheets while people were still in bed, clean up after the incontinent patients, empty catheter bags (and record the volume for the nurses’ charts), bathe patients, feed them suppers, transfer patients from beds to chairs or back, help the mobile walk around a bit, fetch things the patients wanted, break into the kitchen after hours to fetch snacks for people (occasionally, I’d make a milkshake for my mom and leave it on her meds cart on my way past her – she was the RN who hired me).
It was mostly cleaning poop off of old people and watching them die. It was very physically and emotionally demanding.
If you don’t have enough sense to turn down an offer to mod, you probably don’t need to be around hot liquids. Or pointy objects. 
Fair point.
Working in a hospital kitchen unloading the industrial dishwasher as a holiday job.
Nothing but steam, scorching hot dishes and cookware with hot water splashing around - in the middle of summer in Australia.
Even with gloves and an apron I spent most of the day soaked in hot water, detergent and bits of food. The other staff who were permanent were a bunch of assholes who seemed afraid the part-timers would take their jobs and did their best to sabotage our work flows.
Lasted 2 days.
Death notification US Army New York City Feb-DEc 1969. Every 40 days. Briefly held the record of 8 or 9 in one day. Only remember three or four cases. Went back to harvesting salmon roe in Alaska after I got out.
Career Counselor for ex-cons getting a second chance at life
The boss was a crook and my supervisor a jackass and will always be the worst job of my entire life. I would put my telemarketing job over that Career Counselor job.
I forget what the official term was, but the job was watching a machine. When the machine stopped working I’d look for a piece that was stuck then take it out, if I couldn’t find the problem I’d call for a mechanic and wait. If nothing went wrong I’d check five pieces out several hundred, then wait. It paid minimum wage and. It. Was. The. Most. Boring. Thing. I’ve. Ever. Done. My coworkers liked it because it was easy, I hated it because it was boring. I can’t emphasize the boring part enough. Anything that one might be able to do to alleviate the boredom was forbidden because it could make you miss it if the machine stopped. When I got laid off I would have thrown a party, exempt they only paid minimum wage, so I couldn’t afford it.
Brother #1 had a job at a factory making nuts and bolts which gave him a lifelong hatred of nuts and bolts. I’m not sure what did it entail exactly, because he only told us once and he gets this faraway look that’s kind of scary whenever that job gets mentioned, but I know it combined boring with “can lose a hand in that machine” dangerous. Not a very healthy hate to have when you’re a mechanical engineer…
Brother #2 had a boss who is certified nuts, but they had a good working relationship. When there was something someone wanted to tell Isabel but didn’t dare, they’d send Bro as the go-between. Eventually he was chosen as the “worker’s rep” (local laws require these). Isabel got checked in for a long stay at the mental hospital; her replacement hated everybody in that department, seeing Admin as “a bunch of leeches”. Told Bro “I’d fire you if your being the rep didn’t make it illegal”; Bro replied “if that’s all the reason you see to keep me, give me five minutes to resign and then it’s legal to fire me tomorrow”. A couple of days later we were at a concert and when the band got to a line about a friend being fired from a bad job, about 1/3 of the arena turned and pointed at Bro, who stood up bowing and giving V signs.
Me: “Susana’s assistant”. One of my lab tech jobs. Susana started the morning by yelling at the warehouse manager at the top of her lungs, including repeated reruns of “I’ll pull your head off”. Eventually and against my contract I was changed to a shift-based position, which I simply couldn’t take as I was Dad’s main caretaker and taking care of a home, a dying father and a mother who won’t move from his side is kind of incompatible with working nights. When I got fired after having to leave mid-shift on my third night due to almost falling against a 300ºC machine, she asked “what, aren’t you crying?” “Why would I be?” After signing receipt of my pink slip I went to my car and brought in several trays of pastries and mini-sandwiches (not to the lab: to the RnD guys’ office; they weren’t subordinate to the Queen of Hearts).
That could be someone’s best job, depending on their bent. 
I have not had any really bad jobs. The only one I can think of was when I first moved to Albuquerque. I moved there after returning from my first stint in Thailand. Didn’t want to go back to West Texas, but I had to live somewhere while looking for a grad school (which I eventually got into in Hawaii and moved there).
I’d had convenience-store experience in West Texas, so I applied for a similar job in Albuquerque. I quit after the first day. It was a six-day-a-week job, which I wasn’t very pleased about, but that wasn’t the deal-breaker, I knew that going in, and it was just supposed to be for a year or so anyway. What got me was the manager of the place. A big, fat, slobbering nutcase. For example, customers would come in that he’d thrown out in the past, and he’d chase them out again with a big club he kept under the counter. He encouraged me not to hesitate bashing someone’s head in if I felt the need. That’s just a fer-instance.
So I never went back after the first day. I called in and quit the next day, I just could not bring myself to show up. But I had a day’s pay coming, and I went in at night when the manager was not there to get the check. The clerk said the manager was holding it until he talked to me. I didn’t want to talk to him, the guy was crazy, so I called the state labor commission, whatever they call it in New Mexico. The lady I spoke with was very helpful. She assured me it was illegal for him to hold my check like that, and she went and got it for me.
While I have never encountered this, nor did I ever hear about it during the 4 years I worked at Target (albeit as a cashier), several people on another website have said that women will not hesitate to use dressing rooms as a bathroom. :mad: :eek:
I’m not talking about changing a diaper and leaving the dirty one there (although that happened too) or even vomiting, which is understandable because that can strike with little or no warning; I’m talking about going #1 or #2 right there on the floor, or that bench thingie. I don’t remember any of them saying that men did that, or left evidence of masturbation.
:rolleyes:
Everyone knows when you are a janitor you have to go in the women’s bathroom with a mask:D
I’ve seen those people around here, usually at the now-closed Kmart or convenience stores. They always look like people who do that because they couldn’t get hired anywhere else.
Were these guys around in the 1970s? I think I had a stoner roommate who worked for them. If not RGIS, then someone similar, but RGIS sounds familiar.