worst one was as a teenager at Morrison's cafeteria in New Orleans (early 1970's) - did you ever wonder what happened when you put your tray on a conveyor belt? That's right, you've got a bunch of dumb teenagers who, UNTIL I introduced the novel concept of using GLOVES, were scraping the food off the plates into the trash using their bare hands, and sometimes a fork or knife if they were the clever ones. At the same place, I did so well (I didn't quit immediately) that I got promoted to work the dish sink, where pots and pans were soaked and cleaned - gloves worked fine, but the skin on my hands reacted with something in the place and every fuc-king 2 weeks my hands would shed all of their skin - I peeled it like you would a grape. Needless to say I soon moved on to more exciting work, like a car wash and delivering pianos.