Well, I was going to comment on how bad the food industry is ... but I really never had to cut apart dead people or jerk off monkeys ... so I guess it wasn't really that bad after all.

 

[QUOTE]Originally posted by ltweintz
[B]I would have to say the worst job I ever had was harvesting hay.

 

[QUOTE]Originally posted by mikerich
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I can

 

My worst job ever is not having one! I plan on working over the summer, though.

 

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Sondra S2K
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I got to stand on the corner of a very busy road, dressed as an elephant, holding a sandwich board with information about the happy hour buffet.

 

Cleaning out a 500,000 barrel crude oil tank in the dead of Texas summer. You can't imagine it till you have experienced it.

 

I worked at Honeybaked during the Holidays. That job sucked. And if you don't know why, go into Honeybaked the week before Chrismas and you will see why.

 

1. Survival School at Ft. Benning, GA with the Army Rangers. They tell you that everything that moves on this planet is edible except the common toad.

2. Drilling job in Ontario, CA. Subsurface soil had perchloroethylene (PCE) concentrations of 40 million parts per billion (ppb) vs. action levels of 5 ppb. PCE is a nasty, infamous chlorinated hydrocarbon volatile organic compound (and suspected carcinogen) used in solvents and parts degreasers. It's what you smell in your clothes after you get them back from the dry cleaner. We were drilling inside a building. If you weren't wearing a respirator, it would knock you up against a wall. One of my drilllers (a real dumb sh*t) took off his respirator to light a cigarette (an incredibly stupid thing to do in a highly flammable ambient air environment). He started swatting at flies that weren't there. We took him outside and laid him down on a lawn. I thought I had a medical situation on my hands. An hour later, he had a screetching headache.

3. Drilling job in Upland, CA on Friday, the 13th. I was working for a bank. Its borrower was in default on his loan. The property was a convenience store with underground fuel tanks. The business owner shows up and threatens me with a shotgun. I call the police and three squad cars come ripping up with red lights. Cops get him down on his stomach on the ground. I get the bank on my cell phone, hand it to him, and he agrees to allow us to drill. I tell the the cops I'm not pressing charges. They take his weapon and issue him a citation.

Then my drill rig hits a water line that Digalert missed. Water everywhere -- mud. No water agency will claim jurisdiction. The 911 operator tries to help. The police hear the address and three squad cars come ripping out with red lights and guns. I say "Hey guys, it's a water line." A plumber fixes the line. Now we're very behind. we finish (it's now dark) and are about to leave when a huge gang fight breaks out in the street right in front of us. I vow never to drill again on Friday the 13th.