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A friend of my father, during the Korean war, made the mistake of letting it be known that he had helped a mortician one week while he was still in high school.
He was assigned to preparing bodies for shipment home once he let that bit of information out.
He said that cargo ships loaded with bodies would put into port and he had to wade through almost a foot of maggots as he worked offloading the hold. I guess the stench was so bad that no one could work more than a few minutes below decks.

Going to school.

When I was a cable installer, I obviously had to go to peoples homes to install everything, and sometimes I would walk into some real gak holes. Horders and such aside, the worst one ever, I show up at a double wide mobile home, when I walk in, I almost puked, I seriously could barely breathe . They horded dogs, and had probably a good 6-8 cages in their livingroom, and some cages had 2 or 3 dogs depending on the size of dog. So there was this horrid animal smell, mixed with the fact, that the dogs bathroom was in the far corner of this double wide, and it was in a huge pile. Apparently they would let the dogs do their business in the corner and then toss it all in a garbage bag on garbage day, so the gak would just sit there for a week.

Then to add to the whole thing, I was able to stand it long enough to check the rooms where they wanted cable, and the whole house was just trashed, with piles of clothing and garbage everywhere. I was slinking through the bedroom where the boys slept, and by boys I mean they were both in their 20s and still slept in bunkbeds. I had to squeeze through the doorway and when I was looking to see where they wanted cable, I found......well the best way to put it, was their spank station? Just sitting out in the open on a pile of trash. That was it. I went outside, puked by my truck and called my boss and told him theres no fething way Im installing in this house. They had to send a guy out to make sure I wasnt making it all up. He walked inside the home, and literally like 1 minute later came out and was on the phone with the police for animal crualty and poor living conditions. So I was cleared on that one.


By far, the worst

Holy gak KC, theres a thread winner right there....well, linked with picking up pieces of people, that....thats just messed up.

Working at Old Navy. I worked one day and never came back.

A robotics lab warehouse, stocking parts. It was an hour and a half drive for me at 5am. I would doze off on the highway. I would doze off at work standing up. All I would do is open boxes, count wires and washers and other various bits, then place them in the corresponding bin. Quit.

An enviornmental lab. I was desperate. A friend hooked me up who was in the field. $8 an hour to sit at a desk for 8 hours and sift through formaldahyde-soaked river samples looking for tiny fish and eggs. It was so mind-numbingly tedious and I sucked at it and was going to get let go thanks to quality control. Walked outta there. Could have paid me $20 an hour and I would have walked. That was probably the worst.

I worked at the Girl Scouts. Yeah, you heard me. My Dad was not happy with retirement from the military and somehow ended up as HR at their corporate office. I was out of work for a while and he offered me a temp job there. What the hell, unemployment wasnt cutting it. I started filing during the summer but my manager liked me so much she ended up moving me into a registrar position. Those bastards kept me as a temp for seven months until I finally went permanent, got a raise and benefits. They were so unprofessional and poorly managed I have no idea how they didnt collapse. Long story short I started dating one of the big-wigs (Oh youve been pampered and sheltered your whole life, mommy and daddy paid your way through private girl schools and Harvard, now you work at the Girl Scouts, AND youre a virgin? At least youre cute, Ill ignore your social retardation) and eventually got let got by my bosses' boss on just bs charges (we were learning a new database, I was easily in the top 3 of learning it while I was teaching the slower people how to do it; she said I wasnt picking it up fast enough). She also fired the other registrar. Well long story short she basically crashed that department, pissed off everybody in the company who had relied on us, and eventually my dad let her go. I broke up with the socially awkward 30 year old virgin. Now I have to put that gak on my resume? Ugh.



Ive also had a lot of sketchy interviews and "almost hires". Had a sales job at Toyota I interviewed FOUR fething TIMES IN A WEEK, they loved me, and then simply never called me back the last time. The dealership Im at now hired me for a detailing position 5-6 years ago, on a friday, and when I walked in for my first day on monday they said "Oh you didnt get the call? We laid off our detailing department, were outsourcing now. Sorry". Luckily Im back years later with an awesome job.

Another issue is interviewers who build you up and get your hopes up and never call. "Ill be pulling for you, youre top of the list, Ill make sure I can get you in yadda yadda" and just diappear. My gf gets a lot of this where she is currently unemployed. Why the feth do people do that?



Okay, Im ranting now. I hate the employment process and unprofessional employers,

Let's be careful with what we post please folks, there's no need to ruin a thread with rather poor taste humour.

Thanks.

I worked at a Sonic in High School. In North Carolina. In the Summer. With. No. Air Conditioning.

Worst job had to have been my first job after graduating. I worked in a forensic science lab and my entire worldview was shattered. It was horrific, and I don't mean in terms of samples of exhibits I mean the ethos and people.

Not so much gakky is this but during my college years I worked in a fruit processing factory at the weekends.

One of the jobs was to manually put those little blue cape labels onto apples. There was a machine for it but it kept on breaking down so every single apple had a blue label put on it by my own fair hands.

Mind numbing, zombifying and a hell of a real world wake up call.

beinga student I was also often called on to collect mouldy/fermenting oranges from the sorting machines. 18 years later and I can now tolerate orange based products again (just).

 dogma wrote:
Either being a TA, or working in a book warehouse. Being a TA required being nice to kids who didn't want to be there. Working in a book warehouse involved getting covered in paper dust.

I came to post "book warehouse" but you beat me to it. I worked in one for about 2 months, and then there was a (legitimate) misunderstanding about a day I was supposed to work. I got fired - the only job I've ever been fired from in my life - and then as I stood at the bus stop, dejected, I realized.. I never have to go back there again!

I smiled the whole way home.

 d3m01iti0n wrote:

Another issue is interviewers who build you up and get your hopes up and never call. "Ill be pulling for you, youre top of the list, Ill make sure I can get you in yadda yadda" and just diappear.

That's because they want you to leave peaceably.

As my motto goes: always assume you're being lied to.

 dogma wrote:

 d3m01iti0n wrote:

Another issue is interviewers who build you up and get your hopes up and never call. "Ill be pulling for you, youre top of the list, Ill make sure I can get you in yadda yadda" and just diappear.

That's because they want you to leave peaceably.

As my motto goes: always assume you're being lied to.

This is good advice.

 Ouze wrote:

I came to post "book warehouse" but you beat me to it. I worked in one for about 2 months, and then there was a (legitimate) misunderstanding about a day I was supposed to work. I got fired - the only job I've ever been fired from in my life - and then as I stood at the bus stop, dejected, I realized.. I never have to go back there again!

I smiled the whole way home.

I hated that place, and not only because of the dust. They shuttled kids in and out during the summer and very, very deliberately made sure that you never knew who the actual boss was. It would vary according to shift, which is fine, but the hiring decisions (I didn't figure this out until after I told them to feth off.) were made in the office, so your immediate supervisor would refuse to provide you a reference because he wasn't really your boss. So, if you wanted to get a reference you had to dig up the name of the HR guy, convince him to look your name up, and then guess as to whether or not he would give a good reference.

Thankfully I figured this out before they hired me for a second summer, and I was able to spend the majority of that summer in the break room. I never got asked back, but what do I care, I couldn't get a reference anyway and the pay was gak*. gak not just because it was low, but because they forced negotiation with kids that were between 16 and 22 who very obviously did not know how to negotiate. The entire practice was about taking advantage of youth.




*Though I did get a GF out of it, so maybe not so bad.

For me, it was overnight laundry at a 'retirement home'. Why the quotes? It was really just a place to stash old people until they died.

Yes, I got to clean the bedding of old people with little to no control of bodily functions... and often with bleeding bedsores (the nurse aides didn't care one bit about the inmates).

I've never had a job. AP classes and making 4.0 is quite freaking time consuming. I wish I had the time to get a part time job or something though, even after seeing the stuff in this thread

My father used to go to different factories to see if he could help make them more efficient, one of those trips was to a meat processing plant. Apparently their was a fine mist of blood in the air and you could taste it as well. He couldn't eat meat for a few months after that.

 GalacticDefender wrote:
I've never had a job. AP classes and making 4.0 is quite freaking time consuming. I wish I had the time to get a part time job or something though, even after seeing the stuff in this thread

Y'know what the means right?
Karmic Backlash, when you fianlly do get a job, it will be horrible because of how long you put it off.

Construction in Iraq. Putting up insulation in 120 degree heat in newly constructed buildings for use on base. Also, burning gak with JP8.

My first job at 16 was working at a place known whimsicallu locally as 'the gnome factory', making concrete garden ornaments and furniture.

It's the hardest physical work I've ever done in my life full-on all day. Most new guys lasted a day or so. I managed a month until the contact dermatitis I caught from working with cement dust rendered my hands useless.

The concrete bench I bought my mum with my first week's wages is still in her garden, a quarter of a century later.

 reds8n wrote:
Let's be careful with what we post please folks, there's no need to ruin a thread with rather poor taste humour.

Thanks.

That wasn't humor. That was my job.

I sold caskets and funeral services pre-need door-to-door on 9/11. It was in Florida, and I had been doing it for 6 months prior. I also stopped working that job three days later when they asked us to incorporate 9/11 into our sales pitch.

Incidentally, I also baked cookies at the funeral home because no one wanted to go into a funeral home that smelled like death, hence fresh baked cookies everyday.

We also had a "bat" phone, it was red just like the one in the 1960's TV show. If it rang, there was literally someone on death's door looking to set-up a pre-need funeral before the big day. I would have to go to the hospital or hospice and get all the paperwork in order. Since it was pre-death you didn't need to be a licensed funeral director, just an insurance license.

That was a gakky job.

Now i don't feel bad dealing with my evil boss after hearing these stories.

Animal feed mill cleaning silos.

 Khornholio wrote:
Animal feed mill cleaning silos.

Sick of Corn and Soybeans

 hotsauceman1 wrote:
Now i don't feel bad dealing with my evil boss after hearing these stories.

QFT, my insane and specific boss was nothing compared to some of this stuff...