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Worst Job You Ever Had

As a predecessor to working with wildlife, I got my Certification as an Animal Control Officer over 20 years ago. Your first two weeks were spent in the euthanasia room. Over one hundred animals a day were put down with IV injection. The bad part was watching the techs tell the dogs "shake", and when they offered their paw up the techs took it and found the vein and injected them. F'd me up for a long time and I still can't handle watching somebody ask their dog to shake hands. Worst two weeks of my life.
 
Mine doesn't seem so bad lol. 30 yrs ago I worked for a local home builder, did most of the new houses in the area. The owner a big man, short tempered and an asshole. His son comes home from college for the summer, come in hung over and would cause huge fights between the father and son. Yelling, screaming all day. And pretty often things being thrown, 2x4's, plywood. Then the day the hammer flew by my head while I was in a rafter. I was done. Was the worst environment to work in.
 
Easy for me to reply here .
Roofer or should I say whatever the man wanted .
My dads friend owned a home roofing company and he hired me for the summer .
He picked me up at 6:30 and dropped me home at 8 or 9 .
He rode me under his thumb constantly swearing and when he wanted coffee threw the money at me .
All I Remember is Pete get nails , tiles , coffee you little punk etc - I dreamed of him slipping off the roof .
He was a big dude .
I think my dad paid him to teach me about work .
I was so tired when I got home I could barely feed myself ..

The good ole days. Lol
 
Regional Manager for a large corporation. I had worked my way up from the bottom (as it should be) right from apprentice, journeyman, crew leader, foreman, district manager, to regional Manager. I was the epitome of "a career lifer" in that company. I had it all, or so I thought. It was a really good company that still had that "you're family" feel. New management swept in and replaced everyone above me, no more "lifers" wanted. My new boss was an evil bitch from Chicago. I couldn't even go on vacation without my phone and computer, and was told to answer calls and emails accordingly. I lasted less than a year.
I was there 30+ years, a shame.
 
I worked at a three print shops out of high school. The boss at the first job was ok, the boss at the 2nd job was an arrogant & condescending asshole & the boss at the 3rd job never talked & I was his only employee. Being at that job all day with little human interaction really sucked.
 
I was on **** patrol at my uncle’s lake resort. More specifically, I was in charge of picking up the Canadian goose **** that covered the beaches and grass.
I was so good at it, my dad made me do it at our house as well.
Wow, No ****.
 
I was on **** patrol at my uncle’s lake resort. More specifically, I was in charge of picking up the Canadian goose **** that covered the beaches and grass.
I was so good at it, my dad made me do it at our house as well.

Sounds like a real **** show.
 
As a predecessor to working with wildlife, I got my Certification as an Animal Control Officer over 20 years ago. Your first two weeks were spent in the euthanasia room. Over one hundred animals a day were put down with IV injection. The bad part was watching the techs tell the dogs "shake", and when they offered their paw up the techs took it and found the vein and injected them. F'd me up for a long time and I still can't handle watching somebody ask their dog to shake hands. Worst two weeks of my life.
Man this is difficult to read.
 
As an apprentice construction millwright, (in the late seventies) I was dispatched to an annual maintenance shut down for N reactor at the Hanford nuclear site. That reactor was (at that time) still operating as a leftover from WW2. (It made power but was built to make material for weapons).
The job I had was deep inside next to the core where the radiation levels were particularly high. My two partners and I were dressed properly with monitors and a radio to talk to the foreman. (he had to remain at distance outside to avoid exposure).
I recall getting my weeks allowed "dose" of radiation in 30min. of work. The rest of the week was spent in an on-site job trailer waiting for seven days to pass before I would be allowed to go back in to continue the work.
There was a large number of us that had to show up on the job for 8hrs per day and do nothing in order to collect that days pay.
What was bad for me about the job was the sheer boredom of doing nothing for a week in order to work for another 30min. performing a real task.

BTW a night shift crew on that job dropped a carbon pile block that broke open. They all had to leave because of high dose radiation. Another crew came in with a container and broom. They spent 5min. and were replaced by another crew for the next 5min. until the mess was cleaned up. That event explained to me the need for many like me being on site waiting out our time for a go-ahead to work.
 
My worst has to be when I contracted to another Electrician working on the "State owned Housing Corp" doing maintenance. Money was OK, but the times, schedules, deadlines and disgusting people living off the Taxpayer eventually pushed me over the edge. Getting called out to replace a smoke alarm battery at midnight was bad enough....until one moron called to say they lost power to half their house. I get there just after midnight, in a low-life part of town, and the guy said the power is off and he can't use his PlayStation. I just stood there looked at him and said 'You're shitting me." So I stuck my head in the switchboard, poked around a couple of cupboards, and told him someone would be back in the morning to fix it up. That turned out to be me, and I made that job go real fast.

The final straw was arriving at another house to replace a smoke alarm battery, only to be confronted (long story short) by a 2 year old boy 'unconscious' on the floor. I performed CPR for 45 minutes before the Paramedic arrived (I was going solo for about 30 minutes) and determined there was no point continuing. A year later at court I learn that the boy was dead before I started. Since I am not a Doctor, it wasn't up to me to decide that at the time....it's a hard thing to forget, let alone talk about...but after 5 years now, I'm getting used to it. My experience at court also made me realise that a lot of lawyers are just pricks, and that as a witness you have no rights, or ability to say what you want. Answer the questions and that's it. Get home that evening and I'm shown on TV News giving my evidence...I didn't even get asked if that was OK.
 
a lot of lawyers are just pricks,

After experiences with a few attorneys that ALL fit the above description, I made a vow to myself never to speak to one again (no matter what) and I intend to stand by my self promise. I'll never speak to a judge either, for that matter. Lock me up if you want.
 
Years ago I was teaching chemistry to innercity kids. Had rival gangs in the same classroom. Bloods, Crips, Kings and one Haitian druggy (not sure if he was dealer or gangster or what) plus several undocs who had completely given up on their education.

One day I had a knock on my door (always locked). It was the Blood member and two friends. So I smoothly opened the door to greet them in the hall and quickly locked it behind me in one motion.

Turns out they were there to take care of another kid who was messing with the wrong girl.

I always made sure everyone knew I respected them and demanded respect myself. In discipline situations, I always started with, “I love you and respect you.”

Well, before I knew it, I just said, boys, I’m too busy right now, we’re learning some hard stuff and I got to get back to it. So follow me.

And before I realized what I did, I had 3 hardened gangsters who were in the middle of some sort of gang hit follow me to the principals office like school children.
 
The worst ever "work" I did was my very first job cutting bushes/trees/rose bush thickets in open sewer trenches, but I loved that job. The worst job I ever had is hard to call. My current & last one, my bosses treat(ed) me like an idiot and the one before that I worked at O'Reilly 70+ hrs. a week, made great sales numbers & then got demoted to parts driver because a different manager didn't fill out his paperwork. I don't care how hard I work, or how dirty the job is... I just want people to work with me and not treat me like a jerk.
 
I was an apprentice drain cleaner with a local Roto Rooter franchise. Cleaned the main line under a trailer once. Toilet at each end of the trailer. The one furthest from from the exit backed up. The owner left it for a year, as the other one still worked. That end of the line was clear. Then called to have the 1 year old backed up section cleaned. Which meant crawling under the trailer, setting up the machine, removing the clean out cap _ as 1 year old poop plopped out_, and inserting the cable & cutter, by hand.
After opening the line, and putting the machine back in the van ( with an aged poo covered cable ) i rode with my head out the window all the way to the nearest car wash.
On another Roto call, i went to the crawl space under a kitchen at a WPAFB building. Where 4 inch pvc garbage disposal lines had repeatedly broken over the years. And it was 4 inches thick of moldy buildup. Had to use pieces of cardboard to push it into a vactor hose. Took 17 hours climbing over & under pipes to get at it all. Ended up throwing my new boots away. Never could get the smell out.
 
I was an apprentice drain cleaner with a local Roto Rooter franchise. Cleaned the main line under a trailer once. Toilet at each end of the trailer. The one furthest from from the exit backed up. The owner left it for a year, as the other one still worked. That end of the line was clear. Then called to have the 1 year old backed up section cleaned. Which meant crawling under the trailer, setting up the machine, removing the clean out cap _ as 1 year old poop plopped out_, and inserting the cable & cutter, by hand.
After opening the line, and putting the machine back in the van ( with an aged poo covered cable ) i rode with my head out the window all the way to the nearest car wash.
On another Roto call, i went to the crawl space under a kitchen at a WPAFB building. Where 4 inch pvc garbage disposal lines had repeatedly broken over the years. And it was 4 inches thick of moldy buildup. Had to use pieces of cardboard to push it into a vactor hose. Took 17 hours climbing over & under pipes to get at it all. Ended up throwing my new boots away. Never could get the smell out.
I think we have a winner!
That my friend has to be the worst apprenticeship ever. Bet you could hardly wait to make Journeyman Snaker.
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Working at ring power(cat) the company itself freaking assume! But the stuff we had to fix!!!! Trash compactor from the dump full of dead rats and maggots! Oh and of course trash! But it gets better so before we get to work on it they pressure wash them but not very good enough to fill every hole full of water! Then they let it sit around in the 95+deg weather for a few days to ferment! Then you get to crawl under it to pull the belly pans off witch of course is full of wet trash rats maggots ect!
If we were lucky we got the equipment from the Medical waist dump witch is full of needles and other wonderful items!

I will say after working threw that I haven't ever really been sick so maybe it built up my system!
But that was a bad deal !

Then there was working at the local ford dealer made me want to throw up everyday walking in there looking at all the fords!
 
As a predecessor to working with wildlife, I got my Certification as an Animal Control Officer over 20 years ago. Your first two weeks were spent in the euthanasia room. Over one hundred animals a day were put down with IV injection. The bad part was watching the techs tell the dogs "shake", and when they offered their paw up the techs took it and found the vein and injected them. F'd me up for a long time and I still can't handle watching somebody ask their dog to shake hands. Worst two weeks of my life.
Thanks, this makes mine seem so trivial when you put things in perspective. I couldn't do that job. Ever. I feel for ya.
 
My roofing job doesn't seem that bad now - euthanasia to animals and cleaning out **** traps seem much harder over my job .
 
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