The Worst Job Ever

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    Sep 09, 2014 1:29 AM GMT
    What's the worst job you ever had? I robbed trains every 30 minutes at a Wild West Theme Park. Ninety degrees in July in a long duster coat and a cowboy hat for slightly more than minimum wage. Anybody else had a nightmare job?
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    Sep 09, 2014 1:29 PM GMT
    Oh god I was a landscaper here in phoenix az during the summers of my life for 30 bucks a yard. I liked it but it was way too hot and too much work!
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    Sep 09, 2014 3:19 PM GMT
    How about working straight midnights in a steel mill during Summers between college? Crawling between oil-slicked rollers the size of a trailer to fish for broken shards of steel in waist-deep gunk with live steam hissing all around you was especially enjoyable. And this after a Summer of being a lifeguard on a neighboring beach that paid more!
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    Sep 09, 2014 3:30 PM GMT
    In high school, besides house chores (lawn & gardening, scrub and vacuum pool, keep the cars clean, scrub the decks (small craft but not a small boat--flybridge, side decks, hull, that was a lot of work for a kid), etc etc, I also worked a real nasty job at a factory our neighbor owned. I'd come home black as night, that soot would come right through my clothing. Super nasty.
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    Sep 09, 2014 3:43 PM GMT
    I worked in a paper mill in the Florida sun one summer. My job was to stand in a boxcar and when the forklifts were loading pallets of 60 pound bags and when one fell off, I picked it up and put it back on the pallet which was just about every load. The mill was unionized so the union was in charge of making sure everyone worked but the workload was fair. Only problem was my dad was head of all manufacturing and the guy across the table when negotiating so the union guys hated him (and me). They had lots of fun with the boss' skinny kid.
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    Sep 09, 2014 5:24 PM GMT
    I waited tables in the French Quarter for almost a year.
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    Sep 09, 2014 5:26 PM GMT
    I was a waiter, worked at night time and went to school in the morning or worked in the weekends at night time from 8 pm till 6 am
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    Sep 09, 2014 5:29 PM GMT
    This one job where I was supposed to get charity cheques from people as a trainee. I quite it on the second day!
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    Sep 09, 2014 5:31 PM GMT
    It's a tie.

    Climbing rickety extension ladders working on rooftops summers in Miami installing commercial air conditioning compressors.

    Receptionist/secretary/junior analyst at a stingy startup Wall Street firm. Yes, try doing all three jobs at once with belligerent bosses with Operations people at the back in the trading room doing less but eligible for big bonuses.

    That cements me as a gay/straight male fantasy - equal parts blue and white collar.
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    Sep 09, 2014 6:05 PM GMT
    JuanPablomv89 saidSleeping with fat old married men.

    Well, THAT explains this thread of yours:

    "My mother strictly firbid me to bring my boyfriend or other men to her house:"
    http://www.realjock.com/gayforums/3898066/
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    Sep 09, 2014 6:29 PM GMT
    eagermuscle said
    JuanPablomv89 saidSleeping with fat old married men.

    Well, THAT explains this thread of yours:

    "My mother strictly firbid me to bring my boyfriend or other men to her house:"
    http://www.realjock.com/gayforums/3898066/


    ROFL this^
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    Sep 09, 2014 6:30 PM GMT
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    JuanPablomv89 saidSleeping with fat old married men.

    Well, THAT explains this thread of yours:

    "My mother strictly firbid me to bring my boyfriend or other men to her house:"
    http://www.realjock.com/gayforums/3898066/



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    Sep 09, 2014 7:39 PM GMT
    The worst job I ever had was at ghiradellis ice cream downtown disney. Although right now Id go back with my tail between my legs and beg for it. Dont come to Orlando if you can help it . There are zero ft jobs here. I am working two overnights a week and thats it. The economy is bad but here its another animal.
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    Sep 10, 2014 12:44 AM GMT
    . I worked in Sales, Macys, Cashier during X-Mas holiday. Retail sucks. (this was like a long time ago.)
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    Sep 10, 2014 12:54 AM GMT
    Lets just say that it was a corporate hell where "management" were sure that the guy who drew "Dilbert" was somehow spying on them.
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    Sep 10, 2014 12:57 AM GMT
    Thinking back, this job was the worst job I ever had, but I didn't think so at the time. I didn't know how badly I was overworked and underpaid! It was delivering papers daily and Sunday for the S.F. Chronicle. 46 papers, including folding and collecting, and getting up at some God-awful hour every morning - rain or shine. My take? A big $25.00 a month. You read that figure right. $25.00 a month. Not even good money for a 12 year old boy. Even back then in 1971. But I was such a happy little kid, I actually liked being up and out those early mornings, riding my bike, delivering all those papers. I actually liked it......not the collecting though.
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    Sep 10, 2014 1:03 AM GMT
    Jockbod48 saidThinking back, this job was the worst job I ever had, but I didn't think so at the time. I didn't know how badly I was overworked and underpaid! It was delivering papers daily and Sunday for the S.F. Chronicle. 46 papers, including folding and collecting, and getting up at some God-awful hour every morning - rain or shine. My take? A big $25.00 a month. You read that figure right. $25.00 a month. Not even good money for a 12 year old boy. Even back then in 1971. But I was such a happy little kid, I actually liked being up and out those early mornings, riding my bike, delivering all those papers. I actually liked it......not the collecting though.


    Given the cost of living difference, that sucks. I made about $8 per week delivering papers for the Columbus Dispatch in the mid 60s.
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    Sep 10, 2014 1:46 AM GMT
    Selling shoes. My co-workers were aweeesome though!
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    Sep 10, 2014 2:47 AM GMT
    This wasn't the worst job but in retrospect certainly the weirdest job I ever had. At the time I had no clue why I was doing "it."

    There was this chain of soft core porn theaters in the Los Angeles area named Pussy Cat. At the time hard core porn was illegal I'm sure. So in the movies you saw dicks, boobs, and pussy hair but no actual penetration, humping action yes. I was an usher at a local Pussy Cat. Every half hour (or 5 minutes, I don't remember) I had to turn on my flashlight and walk down one aisle then back up the other aisle (the "it" I referred to above).

    I hadn't yet realized that I was gay. Years later I realized that my job with the flashlight was to discourage guys who were jacking off or engaging in "hanky panky."
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    Sep 10, 2014 4:20 AM GMT
    ^ Oh, so YOU"RE the guy... icon_sad.gif
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    Sep 10, 2014 3:56 PM GMT
    Snaz saidSelling shoes. My co-workers were aweeesome though!


    Al Bundy complex. icon_smile.gif
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    Sep 10, 2014 9:26 PM GMT
    Lumpyoatmeal saidThis wasn't the worst job but in retrospect certainly the weirdest job I ever had. At the time I had no clue why I was doing "it."

    There was this chain of soft core porn theaters in the Los Angeles area named Pussy Cat. At the time hard core porn was illegal I'm sure. So in the movies you saw dicks, boobs, and pussy hair but no actual penetration, humping action yes. I was an usher at a local Pussy Cat. Every half hour (or 5 minutes, I don't remember) I had to turn on my flashlight and walk down one aisle then back up the other aisle (the "it" I referred to above).

    I hadn't yet realized that I was gay. Years later I realized that my job with the flashlight was to discourage guys who were jacking off or engaging in "hanky panky."

    Just curious. What did you do when you caught one?
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    Sep 11, 2014 12:19 AM GMT
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    Lumpyoatmeal saidThis wasn't the worst job but in retrospect certainly the weirdest job I ever had. At the time I had no clue why I was doing "it."

    There was this chain of soft core porn theaters in the Los Angeles area named Pussy Cat. At the time hard core porn was illegal I'm sure. So in the movies you saw dicks, boobs, and pussy hair but no actual penetration, humping action yes. I was an usher at a local Pussy Cat. Every half hour (or 5 minutes, I don't remember) I had to turn on my flashlight and walk down one aisle then back up the other aisle (the "it" I referred to above).

    I hadn't yet realized that I was gay. Years later I realized that my job with the flashlight was to discourage guys who were jacking off or engaging in "hanky panky."

    Just curious. What did you do when you caught one?

    My job wasn't to catch anyone, merely to discourage them. As I said, at the time I had no clue why I was walking down and then up the aisle.
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    Sep 11, 2014 1:44 AM GMT
    mine was bussing tables at a fish restaurant on Key Biscayne, just for some portion of the tips the waiters got. That summer I then had a job at the post office delivering mail in Florida heat on a bicycle. Good money, but I barely made it each day.
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    Sep 11, 2014 2:11 PM GMT
    My first job after my paper route was working as a janitor at an inner city hospital in Cleveland. I started in June of 1973, just before the industrial economy in the midwest started to go into free fall because of the first oil embargo that autumn, so the department was scrapping the bottom of the employment barrel. I worked with former prostitutes, a cross-dresser, a lot of former convicts, illiterates, people with developmental disabilities, and a small cohort of refugees from the Hungarian revolt in 1956, plus an assortment of others and the random oddball such as I.

    It was really difficult to survive at first, but I also really needed the money. The interesting thing is that what I thought when I started would be my worst job in retrospect was my best job. It's like something out of Dickens, a vanished world. And part of me wouldn't mind mopping a corridor at Charity one last time.