Wow, I actually would've loved a lettuce factory...maybe.
Well, every job has its bad parts. However, my first job was exceptionally awful. I was 16/17 and worked at a waterpark, as that guy that went around sweeping up all the crap left by all you pigs. I didn't mind it, and had I not been quite overweight at the time then I would've taken up my boss's offer to be a lifeguard. I didn't understand why he asked me to be a lifeguard, I suppose because I took my job seriously and they needed some responsible ones out there watching people.
The first season was OK, but the second was awful. I came back to a void department and ended up being the only one doing any work. Even after they hired a bunch of lazy brats, I still ended up doing everything. I didn't let it go. I tried to reason with my boss, the Assistant Manager. I eventually just started clocking out and going home early when it got to me. Because my efforts didn't do much - geez do people not know how to use trashcans - he didn't seem to notice.
Well, one day he caught me and I didn't stop when he told me to come back. He followed me down the street to the bus stop, that was about half a mile away. He was limping and couldn't keep up. I found out the next day that he had been shot in his leg two days earlier. I felt bad, came back, apologized, and he took me back. He realized what he was doing wrong.
Changing things was different. He did eventually get a supervisor, but he didn't speak ANY English. I was flabergasted. I worked my ass off and he hired somebody that none of his workers could speak to. He threw my actions in my face when I complained, and I had to give him that. He eventually started to try to make friends and gave me more office and slide operation duties.
Had it not been for a beautiful lifeguard that seemed to love talking to me, Sonny (Probably the hottest guy I've seen to this day; I loved that name too), I would've just quit. Of course, he eventually left, after beating up a guy that called him a fag, and I had nobody to talk about the hottest book with or such a hot bod to stare at as I acted interested in what he said. I tolerated the crap less, and my AM eventually confronted me and said, "If you cant keep a smile on your face, you should just go." I hadn't stopped working hard, but couldn't smile there, so I left. He was floored, but I fealt sooooo liberated. I got a MUCH better job two weeks later.
Sorry about the short story...but that hell still gets to me. It's always good to vent.