Me, working for a company, the manager was a power crazed ignorant fool, who wouldnt listen to anyone, when i suspected fiddling of accounts and fraud, time to leave.
Working for an alcoholic with mood swings and a completely unpredictable temper. That coupled with working away on the tightest expenses account I have ever seen. Glad when I got out.
Was this manager also an owner? In Leicester...?
For me it was working a meat packing factory, the shift was 4pm-11pm and involved packing crappy processed meat into 500g boxed. Oh yes, I smelled delightful.
A close second was nights at a shot blasting factory in Swindon. My car had no radio at the time and it was a 45 minute drive from Bristol. Coffee and an open window were my friend.
Working for any company owned by "venture capitalists".
Alternatively, making chocolate cones and profiteroles for a disgustingly poorly managed, popular chain of falsely titled "patisseries".
The one where I was told to steal from customers by my 'boss' 😐
(not giving them stuff they had paid for...services and goods)
Cleaning up Winston Churchill's bogies!
after working in IT for 5 years i went travelling in new zealand.
when the cash was low i walked into the nearest job agency and got signed up for any manual labour work.
i ended up working for P&O Cold storage, basically i would put on a freezer suit walk into huge climate controlled room. a forklift would appear and dump a 20 or 40ft shipping container about an inch from my face.
i would then open it and walk to the end, then another forklift would turn up with a cradle full of 25kg boxes of frozen lamb.
i then had to manually stack them 7 high until the container was full.
i lasted 3 months to be fair and to be honest it was the hardest job mentally and physically ive ever done but i met some of the most mental people in my life.
i still cringe when i see a shipping container..
It involved lobsters.....
8 hour days making plastic straps to hold knife handles onto their packaging with a hydraulic press. 30 or so at a time. I could feel my brain atrophying.
Working for a far east multi-national printing company with cancer causing chemical seeping into our office? The place was reeked with chemical. I legged it after 6 months once I came back from the trip to the Philippines representing the company. However, it was fun talking to strippers in the Philippines. They were stark naked. Not sure where to focus my eyes when talking to them ... 😯
repairing sanitary towel disposal units... macerators and incinerators
Injecting the jelly into pork pies
I used to work for CRC. I also worked in a slaughter house as a cleaner. I'm not quite sure how to answer this.
That Jane Mansfield.......
I've hated every job I've ever done except my current one - driving a black cab two days a week.
Working as a ladyboy stripper in the Phillipines, especially when the gun-toting zombie maggots came in !
Sweet, charming, shy, mysterious girl .....
My life has been full of shite jobs but being an Asda home shopping delivery driver has to top it for me. It was a stop gap after redundancy and NEVER again. The department was shocking with no management, the gaffer that took me on had a breakdown after a few months and they never replaced him. The hours were shite and the customers weren't much better either. A close second was driving for a communications company. Long hours normally getting out of bed at 0300 and not getting back home until at least 1800. Lots of lifting of kit and comms cable on site as well. TBH I don't know how I stuck it for as long as I was dead on my feet most days.
..... this was the scientific, er, term for it but, you know, in general terms it was known as 'Lobsterisimus -um- Bummakisimus'.
The worst actual job, was being a toilet attendant in a properly shit nightclub 😆 My job was to stop fighting, shagging, drug dealing and choking to death, by standing in a toilet all night. Every so often, I got released from my lavatorial duties to collect glasses, quite a treat. Paid alright though and you meet interesting people.
But that was nothing on the worst working environment, which was a decent job but saw me off work with stress after about 6 months. And it's not like i hadn't been in shit working environments before and laughed it off, I never thought I could be brought down like that til it happened... Some people are [i]really good[/i] at being ****s.
cheekyboy - MemberWorking as a ladyboy stripper in the Phillipines, especially when the gun-toting zombie maggots came in !
The people we were meeting actually carried 9mm pistols, seriously, and we were actually told to get out quick if something unusual started to appear. 😮
Ahh ... you got the wrong city there. No ladyboy strippers in the Philippines that's Thailand. 🙄
I worked at RBS for a year. In that time I did no work, and I don't mean I did hardly any work, I mean I produced literally no work. My boss and the whole department knew, nobody cared. I used to surf the web and see how early I could leave without anyone saying anything, 2.45 was the record I think. I and think they hired me just to keep headcount up so when redundancies came around they'd have a better chance of hanging on.Seriously spirit crushing stuff.
packing eggs at a battery farm for £1 an hour (it was 1986). 0500 start, chicken dung piled three foot high under each rack, you could smell the factory from 2 miles away. Scary ex-munitions factory. Cruelty was awful.
Had to put fresh clothing on each day as the stench turned my stomach.
Didn't last long.
Cleaning up Winston Churchill's bogies!
Oh yes!
I've only had 3 jobs in 43 years. 1st one was with the council as an apprentice plant/vehicle mechanic, then I was self employed for about 20 years.
Then I joined the prison service. I am now at the end of my tether & was watching some high speed trains the other day (& I wasn't thinking about being a train driver either)
I really, really need to be out of there. (I am actively looking/applying BTW)
working in various factory jobs (agency- everything from a cake factory to meat packing/cardboard box manufacturer/aerosol can factory).
the hardest job physically though had to be doing recycling boxes.the driving around in the lorry/guys i worked with,was great BUT! having to run with the boxes to try and keep up with them (i hadn't done any running since secondary school (whilst wearing steel toecap working boots) was bloody knackering.
2 days of that and i could barely get out of the cab at the end of the shift (was literally walking like john wayne for the next 3 days),and my achilles tendons looked like raw beef 😯
Not sure if it was selling double glazing at 16 for £1 an hour (and got imprisoned briefly in the house of a very angry man who wouldn't let me go) or working in a hospital kitchen - 8 hours of non-stop fast work in horrendous heat where talking to anyone was instant dismissal! Fun. Not.
I've only had 3 jobs in 43 years. 1st one was with the council as an apprentice plant/vehicle mechanic, then I was self employed for
I was an apprentice diesel/plant fitter, loved it that much I joined the RN, represented the UK on the Royal Navy drinking team, I was on the bitter squad, oh the joy of serving your country 😀
Paper sales. Selling sheets or bfo rolls of paper. Lasted just under a year. Soul destroying, worked with people who genuinely got excited over a sheet of paper.
I don't think I actually ever sold anything, I used to do anything I could to get out of the office, well apart from standing in the wharehouse watching the huge machine convert rolls of paper in to sheets. I had to work on this when I first started there, an hour in I was ready to throw myself in to the machine
Worst was the previous.
Boss seemed to hate his own job.
Forgot about this jem... Pot washing when I was 16 at a local pub. My mate was a barman and got me the job as I needed cash. The head chef was a tit and I walked out after 5 hours because I was told I don't get breaks.
Astronaut. They lied about aliens, the sandwich man never came by and there's no incidental music in space. They eventually sacked me for flicking pencils out the window aimed at earth, I would pretend they were missiles, there being bog all else to do other than post lies on internet forums.
alcoholic with mood swings and a completely unpredictable temper.
did you used to work for my wife?
Remember my last pharmaceutical job and, when we met a sales target, how they flew 840 staff out to Dublin for four days fully-expensed celebration.
They made us fly bloody economy!! Oh the humanity!
Rachel
When I was 12 I got a job of rowing a boat into the middle of a bloody big lake, going to the fish farm nets and killing any Cormorants trapped whilst attempting to eat the fish.
I got 5 pounds a week so one pound a day.
I had to do this before school.
Dag treader. That's treading the shitty end of sheep fleeces in a bailer. Day after day after day after day.......
Ice cream stacker. Stacking boxes of ice cream on to pallets in a freezer warehouse. Day after day after day after day .......
I've had lots of shit jobs - the hardest was 'fruit picking' in Bunderberg - it was a scam really you had to stay in a certain hostel to get work - even though it was basic as hell and dirty it cost more a night than the s****y ones in Sydney - they'd wake you at 5am feed you a bit of cereal and send you off with a crappy little packed lunch - you'd work 12 hours chasing a tractor around a field picking 'Zucchinis' they grow on the ground so it's literally back breaking - you'd earn enough to cover the hostel fees and just about feed yourself - I walked from the lot after a few days - but some of the other back packers had arrived broke on the promise of good money and were stuck for weeks saving enough to get out!
The worst was call centre work though, it was psychological torture - I bought all thier bullshit about career progression and stuck at it for nearly two years - I once asked my manager how he got on when he was 'on the phones' and he sort of flippantly said "oh I never did, I came in on the graduate scheme" and desperately tried to back pedal - turns out almost none of the management had worked their way up - so much for career progression - between that and the recurring nightmares and borderline drug / booze issues I walked - best thing I ever did.
I've been in some shit situations since, twice redundant, which is no way as horrible as living in fear of it - but for the most part I've enjoyed work - I get bored sitting idle.
12 hours a day shovelling pig shit out of a barn. £10 a day (25 years ago). That was a whole summer holiday.
3 months of sitting at a bench by myself, no radio or anyone to talk to, tying fig of 8 knots in bits of string. £3/hour, 12 hour days.
But of course I used to live in t'shoebox in t'middle of t'road and I'd have to get up half an hour before I went to bed and pay mill owner for t'privellege of going t'work. And I were grateful.
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Standing in a convenience store trying to sell access to the payg Internet terminal. This as probably 1998: so 90% of people had no idea what they could do with he Internet the others already had it!
To make it even worse is one of the store staff spent the whole day showing us magic tricks 😥
I did a day once unpacking bars of soap from a box, sticking a clear round penny-sized sticker over each end of the packaging and boxing them back up. It wasn't horrific or anything but still to this day don't know why.
Nights at a metal bashers, I was the only one working nights, so very quiet, with a stack of stuff to get pressed, folded and loaded for the guys working days. Inadequate PPE so lots of tiny cuts to my hands, and a boss who thought he could take the piddle with paying.
Grave digger
Pheasant plucker. Just like me dad. I didn't stick it long tho.
I was a slick sheet slitter for a while too.
Actually, I did work a quarter shift I a. Chicken processing factory in Aberdeen - quarter shift = walked out at tea break on the first morning. Disgusting place.
Radiator factory working for an agency for minimum wage. I had to lift the radiators off the last conveyor and put cardboard ends on before they got shrink wrapped. All the regular staff did absolutely nothing and the place ran on agency staff. It was the happiest day of my life at that point when the manager called a load of agency staff in and said he would have to let us go!
