I was trolling the web and came across a Channel 4 site with the eponymous title.
Some of the job postings are pretty damn good. I especially like the ad for being Castrato.
And the occasional task required of a Loblolly Boy is to gather up severed limbs and throw them overboard. Seems wasteful to me.
Being a tanner sounds great too.
I was an emergency call lab tech in a hospital in Western Mass in the late 50’s early 60’s.
I don’t remember the circumstances, but my boss, the Pathologist,left me a severed leg from just above the knee and wrapped in newspaper to bring to the morgue.
I did so, but it felt quite eerie toting that thing. Happily, I didn’t run into any lay folk.
Well, the award for sheer irony in a worst job has to go to selling doors … door to door.
“The King looks like the piss-boy!”
“It’s important to have a job that makes a difference, boys. That’s why I manually masturbate caged animals for artificial insemination.”
I watched a documentary on Shane McGowan last night and the road manager for the Pogues made special mention of how poorly his position had been perceived.
And you look like a bucket of shit.
Ahh… bullshit artists. 
At least it’s easy to spot your likely customers. You could sideline with “No Soliciting” signs. The worst would be door-to-door sales of hearing aids. Your best prospects wouldn’t answer the doorbell (old Steve Landesburg joke).
I once worked as a telemarketer for Miracle-Ear, “selling” free hearing screenings over the phone. That joke was reality far too often… :smack:
i spent a little over a year running the tongue saw at a slaughter house
There is a great doc they run sometimes on Sundance. Dirty Work, it’s called. It details 3 different jobs that are slightly off. Mentioned are a funeral service body artist, sewer cleaner, and bull-semen collecter. Pretty good film, actually.
Well, its gotta be better than being the average jizz-mopper.
Ah yes… working at the lab. Along with handling viles of blood, serum, moles swimming in formalin, I had the displeasure of measuring and filling sample cups from 24 hour urine samples, most of which had boric acid or hydrochloric acid mixed in. Luckily, we worked under a fume hood and I didn’t actually vomit after gagging.
And then there were the 72 hour stool collection tins (read: paint cans). Sometimes the cans weren’t completely sealed (UHG!) or frozen like they were supposed to be. I was always in awe of the patients who would send in TWO gallon cans full.
I heard that one on David Letterman a few years ago. I think it was a top 10 worst jobs, I’m not sure if it was number one or not.
Cleaning the stalls at a peep show. Or, a jack-mop.
Actually, when I worked in a shelter for homeless teens, one of our clients had been doing that; ran away from home at 16 and found himself mopping up come, blood and feces in a bathhouse. Tough life; tough kid.
Previous thread about working in porn stores.
I’ve got the book. It’s pretty good, and quite interesting. I recommend it.
A friend has had to carry a cut-off breast in a container. For some reason that really icks me out.
The worst IMO was when a telemarketer called me and tried to sell me a tombstone. :smack: Yes, I *want * to be reminded of my own mortality.
I used to have a cartoon in my work area. It was a That’s Jake that showed Jake carrying a large anvil up a hill. the caption was