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Pawnbroker - soul destroying as the only people you meet are utterly desparate people, pawning their jewellery to raise cash, mostly just so that they can feed their kids or buy them a Christmas present.
They feel humiliated to be reduced to these circumstances, so are often defensive and aggressive - not a good combination. Had a shotgun pointed at me during a robbery, punched by the partner of a customer - really not a great job. Awful money too.
Currently a care assistant for the disabled. The personal care side
(bathing people, cleaning up if they have an 'accident') is actually the easiest bit!
People do treat you as if you're a bit thick though, almost as if you're not fit to do anything else - funny old world.
Used to have a reasonably well paid job with a w@nky sounding title in the insurance industry - hated every single pretentious, soul destoying minute - working in a huuuuuge office with nearly a thousand other people, 90% of whom would stab you in the back for a better stapler.
I worked in a toilet in a nightclub. Back before you had people selling you deodorant and expecting tips for watching you pee, mind, so not as bad as it could have been. My entire job was to discourage drug deals and alcohol related deaths simply by standing about, and to never ever breathe through my nose. Occasional bit of mopping, occasional bit of fighting, all for pennies. No idea why I did it really, seemed a good idea at the time. I did get to meet Midge Ure though.
Maggot farm worker for half a day, in the hills between Tod and Bacup.
If there is a hell on Earth,this is it.
The billions of Flies/Maggots feasting on rotting fish and chicken guts does not make for a nice aroma.
I changed my clothes in the carpark outside, drove home and my Mum still wouldn't let me in the house.
She then ran a bath for me full of disinfectant whilst I stood outside in the snow in my undies.
Later in the pub when things warmed up a bit and my pores opened up people were saying,'what's that rotting smell'
Not my finest hour...............
I spent 6 months at a low point in my life working in the Limeyard of a local tannery in Canterbury, mastering the arts of such wonderful jobs as putting fresh cowhides (smelling of urine) into vats of water and lime, pulling the washed cowhides out of said vats, putting them into fleshing machines and cutting the nipples off.
The place stank, you got covered in lime burns, and worked with some very strange inbred folk who ate sandwiches with rat bites already taken out of them.
Not sure most of the responses here count as lowly - most are just manual unskilled labouring jobs but all ultimately productive.
I'd count lowly as the seedy jobs that prey on people's gullibility/lack of knowledge/age etc. For example working door to door selling unwanted/needed services to old dears who know no better or cowboy private wheel clamping nazis. Have we got any of those? That would be far more interesting!
Worked as a dresser for a theater company doing Aladdin in in shopping centers,
Had to remove clothes from 20yo dancers & help them change into the next costume.
VERY STRESSFUL 😉
grew up on a farm, so all sorts of farm work wet cold long hours 7 days a week 12+ hours a day at times.
Picked apples in Tasmania
All should try farming gives you an appreciation as to hard it is