Oh man, I wish I knew this was supposed to be where we say fake, jokey, sarcastic answers! You're all so funny and hilarious also!
lordofduct wrote:
You work for Disney???
jfe2 wrote:
You work for Comcast too, eh?
Close, but you're way off.
This thread is now about the worst jobs you've ever had. For close to two years I worked at a cucumber farm for a guy who barely spoke english and didn't seem to remember who I was even though he saw me every day. Sort of like Mr. Burns. Only he'd see fit to "train" me in the "art and science" of picking cucumbers for 45 minutes every single day.
This thread is now about the worst jobs you've ever had. For close to two years I worked at a cucumber farm for a guy who barely spoke english and didn't seem to remember who I was even though he saw me every day. Sort of like Mr. Burns. Only he'd see fit to "train" me in the "art and science" of picking cucumbers for 45 minutes every single day.
The worst jobs I've ever had?
How about no job? I've been applying and applying for jobs since I graduated last December, and I've not been hired yet. I have an interview for a chemical company next week, though, so hopefully something good will come out of that!
I live in Melbourne, Australia. I love it here! Its not the best place in the world to embrace being a Retro Gamer, PAL sucks sometimes but oh well. I am currently doing dual adv diploma's in Programming & IT Networking. As I am a fulltime student I live off a shitty weekend job at a joke store. (Novelty stuff like toilet golg etc).
Worst job? OK, the worst job I've ever had by far was felling trees near power lines in far northern Alberta in waste deep snow for a couple dollars more than minimum wage while being bunked up in the same hotel room as my co-worker - a meth addict and having a foreman who prided himself as being the leader of "the elite crew" that does more than any of the other crews working for the company. "Gimme a hi-five! We just made the company $4000!" - ugh.
Well some of them weren't that bad. And even when I hated parts about them, they had awesome memories and interesting stories. But in the end, it made to be the worst job for anyone who had to work with me.
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Like I was a line cook at Denny's for a while. I was underage though and they had me on the books as a dish washer despite my working the line. It was my brother and I... now that was interesting.
WARNING - these stories may make you not want to work at Denny's ever again. I don't remember how old I was, but I was still in high school and I was definitely not old enough to actually be there.
First off my brother and I probably weren't the most credible individuals on Earth, and most would consider us horrible employees in respect to how we acted... but we got our job done, the food was done proper, and we probably were the cleanest employees in the kitchen. But that doesn't say much...
for instance when we came to work on LSD and proceeded to make one hell of a night out of everything by putting on plays starring steaks and eggs. And sword fighting on top of the stove. Ben fell into the deep friers burning his hand (some other guy that worked there).
or another time we were at my brothers getting retarded. We found ourselves baked and sitting in front of the refrigerator examining food that had started evolving into new life forms. This made us hungry... so we went to work. We went in and prepared our own food because we didn't give a shit what the other cooks would say, just push em' out of the way... like I want those filthy bastards cooking my food!
We came back out to find that our friend located yet another one of our friends girlfriend who was on a date with a guy we never met. Umm yeah... so we sat down with them and started picking on the guy. Well not me so much, my brother was the asshole, I was just a snide bastard.
Well I guess the kid said something that didn't please my brother and our friend. And they proceeded with beating the shit out of the kid and throwing him around the place. Smashing shit, all that good stuff.
Well now the kid was unconscious laying on the ground in front of the restaurant. The cops in the non-smoking are now figuring out something is going on (wow, how freakin' observant you retards), and one of the waitresses is attempting to stall them and hold them back to give us time to get the hell out of the place. I really wasn't keen on them searching the vehicle or nothing, jail does not sound fun right now, so we leave. While we're jumping in my car though, the girl comes out, looks at the guy on the ground, and then calls after us "Hey, you beat the shit out of my ride... can I get in with you guys???"
Now, take that for all you want... most people don't believe the story. And I want to stress, no I wasn't doing the ass kicking... I'm not a violent person myself. I can't speak for the people I hung out with, but I'm not.
Oh, and there is a VERY good reason I don't do drugs anymore. The friends I still have (and wouldn't hang or even talk to my group of more violent friends) don't get why the hell I stopped completely... I mean shit, I'm very conflicted about the topic of drugs due to this. We hear stories all the time about what drugs lead to, and we think of them as comical and outlandish... that would never happen to me! I'm a little white boy, born on a farm in Connecticut, and by the age of 16 I've already found myself in shit that just doesn't sound real. Even when it happens I'm sitting going, "wow, I must really be high!" Yeah... there's good reason they say don't do drugs. Really... don't fucking do them! I'll introduce you to my long time friend, now parallized kid who smokes crack with his grandma.
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My fav worst job scenario was when I worked at a gas station in redneck ghetto (yes redneck's have ghettos).
This also happened late at night, about 3 in the morning. I was mopping up the place, jamming to shitty music, haven't had a customer in hours. When over the loud music on my headphones I hear:
"poof poof poof"
huh? I look around, what is going on.
"poof poof poof"
what the hell, I take off my headphones.
"BANG BANG BANG"
there's a lady at the window banging... she's screaming something about bandages. Now luckily the door is locked at this hour, and we have this little spinny window that I pass items through.
I go over to it and ask, "what!?"
"I, I stabbed my boyfriend and I need bandages!"
I look over at her car while the rear door is opening and this guy starts crawling out of it, bleeding profusely. The guy in the passenger seat leaps from the car and runs around to get the 'boyfriend' back in the car.
"ummmm.... 1 mile east, JFK hospital!"
"NO, I'll go to jail."
"ummm, yeah, you stabbed your boyfriend."
Anyways, long story short, she wouldn't leave, I had no bandages accept for this small butterfly bandaids, which I threw out the slidy window, got her to leave and called the cops. I'm not sure what happened to them, but I hope she served time and the guy is all right.
Again you don't have to believe that either. My favourite thing about any of my stories about my life is I can say them with out fear of anything... because well, it comes off as just that, a story. I could of just lied through my teeth to have a good laugh...
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