In early 70s, worked on assembly line for a company that made steel shelving. Most of the time, my job was to hang steel posts (with holes in them) on a device that came around and dumped the posts in a wide tub of paint. There were 2 post hangers, one on each side. Most of the time I could get at least 10 posts hung before the thing went past us. But the fucked up part of the job is that we were about 10 feet from a machine that stamped holes in steel all day. Loud af, 8 hours at around $1.75 an hour. This was right around when OSHA started, but this was a small company in a city named Wieton, West Virginia. I don't remember OSHA paying us a visit. Nobody wore ear protection or anything. After I finished my shift, my ears were ringing like a mfer, and I couldn't hear any conversation for about 5 hours. Eventually lost most of my hearing. Worked there a few months. But I considered myself fortunate because a lot of people who worked there and did different jobs lost fingers and arms. I was like 16/17, making $1.75 an hour.Some guys weren't making much more and had families.
30 years ago. Worked at Travline a place where they make canopies. I had no experience. I asked myself why am I here? I hated the job and working with tools. Quit after a week.
Also I worked for Peter Pan peanut butter. My job was to put free samples on people's doorsteps. They were in plastic bags with a coupon and a small jar of peanut butter. I look back now and laugh. What was I thinking?
Also I worked for Peter Pan peanut butter. My job was to put free samples on people's doorsteps. They were in plastic bags with a coupon and a small jar of peanut butter. I look back now and laugh. What was I thinking?
Dishwasher at a country club when I was 13 or 14 (so many damn dishes!!!). On top of that I worked with a freakshow type guy that would eat food as it came back in the bus tubs and drink half glasses of pop. And we got free food???
Followed closely by one summer working construction building pig buildings. Made me appreciated not doing this type of work and getting my butt moving in college
Followed closely by one summer working construction building pig buildings. Made me appreciated not doing this type of work and getting my butt moving in college
Had to have been Mazda. I was delivering parts, in an old Mazda pick-up truck. We had customers all the way up in Bracebridge (Central Ontario) And man driving up there in the winter wasn't fun!!! The truck had shitty old bald tires, and the cheap bastards wouldn't change them (He only owned 18 dealerships!!) So I let the air out of two tires and drove around destroying the tires to force them to finally install a good set of tires! Paid a buck over minimum wage.
Nice move. At verizon, I had to spray water into a computer to fry it so I could finally get a new one.
First of all, its retail. You work, nights holidays and weekends. No one ever comes to a store bc they are happy. And as manager always on call to cover shifts I couldn't get coverage when people called out. And then sprinkle in a horrible corporate atmosphere
Pretty much any job, that's why you get a paycheck !
Amoung my worst would be a minimum wage job at a factory in San Marcos, CA.... working with a bunch of illegals, running some stupid machine winding wire around a spool to certain specifications in the process of making transformers, that company was called
Zentec
Telephone sales/ order taking sucks !
WORK is a 4 letter word !
After Zentec, I went into installing A/C, primarily ductwork on new homes, got to be a specialist in installing the copper lines that connect the air handler ( often in the attic,or rooftop, or in a closet, to the condenser unit at ground level, then the next level is coming back months later and brazing the roughed in copper lines to the units in a split system...
Try going into an attic in LV, when the ground temperature is 105, then go into an attic where it's 130, then light a torch and start brazing some pipes together, you'll suck down a quart of Gatorade real quick
Amoung my worst would be a minimum wage job at a factory in San Marcos, CA.... working with a bunch of illegals, running some stupid machine winding wire around a spool to certain specifications in the process of making transformers, that company was called
Zentec
Telephone sales/ order taking sucks !
WORK is a 4 letter word !
After Zentec, I went into installing A/C, primarily ductwork on new homes, got to be a specialist in installing the copper lines that connect the air handler ( often in the attic,or rooftop, or in a closet, to the condenser unit at ground level, then the next level is coming back months later and brazing the roughed in copper lines to the units in a split system...
Try going into an attic in LV, when the ground temperature is 105, then go into an attic where it's 130, then light a torch and start brazing some pipes together, you'll suck down a quart of Gatorade real quick
Summer job in High School. Worked on a crew for a guy who owned 100+ apartment units (low income).
We'd do light maintenance work around his properties, nothing too major.
But I will tell you the absolute worse, cleaning an apartment when he had a turn over on tenants.
People just don't give a shit how they live. I was always stuck with cleaning the refrigerator duty which SUCKED!
Only lasted one summer with that shit job, and called out sick quite a bit when I knew we were turning over a unit.
We'd do light maintenance work around his properties, nothing too major.
But I will tell you the absolute worse, cleaning an apartment when he had a turn over on tenants.
People just don't give a shit how they live. I was always stuck with cleaning the refrigerator duty which SUCKED!
Only lasted one summer with that shit job, and called out sick quite a bit when I knew we were turning over a unit.
During the recession performing work on foreclosed houses under contract for the banks. Anything and everything as far as job task but doing a "trash out" where the people were evicted and left all their sgit behind and the basements floods. Pretty nasty shit. But also going with the sherrif and actually evicting people sucked morally. Taking people shit outta their house and setting it on the curb as the guy in a wheelchair cries and watches you. Then come to find out the boss takes all expenses out and THEN takes 50 percent of profit and we workers split the other 50. Paid like shit, felt like shit, and cleaned up shit
