book of job

6/22/05

Okay, CODE WORD. Too tired for a regular blog, so let’s do a meme. Other people always have five questions, today will be two.

1. What is the worst job you’ve ever had?

2. What is the worst job you’ve ever seen someone else have?

I’ll go first:

1. Worst job I ever had was delivering pizzas for Gumby’s in Chapel Hill, NC during the summer of 1990. Driving pies is the single most lonely goddamn experience of your entire life, especially in the pre-iPod era when you were sick of all your mix tapes.

Your car ages in dog years, basically exploding by the third month – stops and starts all day long, worse than a Manhattan taxi because you keep on having to turn the engine over. Add in a parking ticket every other day, and buying a new car after 12 months, and it’s a job where you actually lose money.

Oh, and that fantasy about some girls in the dorm fucking the pizza guy? Let me tell you this: not that I desired female contact, but the “pizza guy” is barely humanoid to these people. You are in an untouchable caste so far down the ladder of desirability that you stink of don’t-touch-me. This job made my stint as a dishwasher in Norfolk, VA seem like a birthday party.

2. a) Worst job I’ve seen around here? That would have to be roof-tarrer. Or whatever they call themselves. In the mid-summer, when it’s already pushing 100 degrees, these guys have to pour 200-degree tar on the tops of Manhattan roofs without any shade. In order to spread it out evenly, they use these long-hair yarn mops, a tool last seen cleaning up barf in the basement of the YMCA.

This lasts all day – unless of course it rains, in which case they have to do it all over again. The tar, by the way, has to be fume-rampant carcinogen, and the workers can bathe themselves in iodine and still not get the smell out of their skin. They stick with this job through the worst weather North America has to offer, and they can’t wear shorts or T-shirts for fear of getting scalded. And since it needs to be above 50 degrees for the tar to set, they’re out of a job for half the year.

2. b) Coke whore. But I thought that was obvious.

31 thoughts on “book of job

  1. CL

    1. I just wrote two answers to this and erased them both. I sounded whiny both times. How about lowest paying? $4.25 an hour – Burger King, 1989.
    2. Astronaut. I don’t even like going on ferris wheels.

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  2. Beth

    1. Oh, CL, you wuz *rich.* $3.35/hr., Yogurt Express, also 1989. I know there’ll be other people to trump us, though. And that wasn’t my worst job: telemarketing was. Fortunately, it was before star-69, so I could call back and say, “Fuck you!” to the breathtakingly rude people, and then hang up, because I was a wussie, and because I went home crying every other night and passive aggression was the only way I could make myself go back to work. And I needed to, because it was the best-paying job in town. I actually didn’t get fired until my supervisor found my call-back envelope (used to keep track of people who weren’t home), which was covered in very tidy chalkboard-style repetitions of “I hate this fucking job.” I wasn’t hostile with telemarketers for at least ten years afterward. But do cut them off right away, or they’ll keep going for the “second no,” and sometimes even the third; the script requires them to. And it isn’t more merciful to listen to part or all of the spiel–it just gives them false hope.
    2. Any job that asks you to routinely clean up someone else’s effluvium: school janitor, nurse, dogwalker, cat caretaker, housekeeper, bathroom attendant, etc., etc. Makes me gag to even think about.

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  3. Beth

    p.s. I guess “parent” falls into my #2 category as well–but I’m not one yet, so I can labor on in my happy delusions that it’s easier if you love the person.

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  4. Joanna

    I was particularly humiliated by having to cross-dress as a waitress at the Carolina Inn. Bow-tie and cummerbund. This was worse than the 1986 Bonanza salad bar girl get-up, because (a) I had to look like a guy and (b) the Bonanza customers weren’t dressed to the nines like Carolina Inn wedding guests. I felt like such a servant and a male one at that.

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  5. Laurie from Manly Dorm

    1. OH GOD, WHERE DO I BEGIN?????? Since graduating law school in 1993, my life has been all about one hideous legal position after another. Prior to law school, my “worst” job was the summer I spent working in a Lorus Watch factory, placing price tags in watch boxes all day/every day. Naive me . . . I thought that boring = bad. No, my dear, a bad job is one in which you are subjected to dehumanizing conditions and spirit-killing bosses all day and you do it because you have to support a family and pay the bills.
    I have a tie for worst job. First worst job was my first associate job out of law school. I worked for a plaintiff’s attorney (think personal injury, car accidents, etc.) who was pure evil. He expected associates to work 80 hour weeks. He was cruel and unethical and miserable. He was always screaming at everyone, and I am not kidding when I say that someone, whether it be a lawyer, a secretary, a client, was crying EVERY DAY at that job. He loaded us down with work, and I was always paranoid that I was committing malpractice. He was a millionaire many times over, and he treated us all like slave labor. I did not know what I was doing, and there was no “on the job training”. It was so stressful that I lost 30 pounds in the 9 months I was there. I hated it so much that I would go into my car and cry every day during lunch hour. When lunch hour was over, I would go back into the office and continue working. Why did I stay, you ask? Because I needed the money! And I was getting married that year! And we had school loans! And the law market was so bad that it took 6 months to find that job! It was degrading and miserable, and when I finally found a new job, the happiest day of my life up to that point was my last day there.
    Oh, here is a bit of irony — that was in 1993-94. I hoped never to see the Man again. Since that time, he married a trophy wife, had two little boys, and guess who’s son will be attending my daughter’s private school next year. You guessed it! The Horrible Attorney!!! I swear that if I see him at a PTA meeting, I will slash his Mercedes tires in the parking lot and key the car.
    Are you still reading? If so, my second worst job was at the Big-Time Baltimore Law Firm in 2000. Again, it was dominated by soul-less money- grubbing partners. This time, we were expected to work 100 hours a week! You ask: Laurie, do you ever learn? Apparently not. I was lured to this firm under false pretenses that they were family-friendly and would respect my wishes for a normal 9-5 work week, given the fact that I had a new baby. Wrong. The only people who succeeded there were men who had stay-at-home wives who could take care of all the family issues, freeing the men to work at the firm 24/7 (and never actually see their families), and single women who were not “burdened” with child care issues and the like. That place really had no heart. When I took time off work to take my beloved beagle to the vet neurologist for that same brain thing that Chopes has, I was ridiculed and the partner demanded that I come to work. I refused. When my co-worker was pregnant and in the middle of an ob/gyn appointment, feet in stirrups on the examining table and all, the partner called her at the doctor’s office and demanded to talk to her about an “important question” regarding a case. There were no boundaries and no respect for employees. We were all cogs in the money-making wheel of the firm. Why did I stay? I am not sure. Again, we needed the salary, and I was always too busy and stressed out to search for another job. In the end, I was fired, and it was a relief.
    Are you still reading? My answer to number 2. would have to be any kind of hospital work. When Helen was born, and the nurses were helping me push, and there was blood and placenta and poop everywhere and I was crying and wailing and screaming and my husband looked like a deer caught in the headlights, I remember thinking, “I would not want to be here if I was not either the mother, father, or baby.” Nice image, huh? Another job I would not want is that of a police officer. Every time I watch “COPS”, I think to myself “who needs that kind of stress to bring home a paycheck? Yuck!”
    Hey. I kind of feel good about my Insurance Job. The worst that I can say is that it is dull and I am in a cubicle farm. Not so bad! I have come a long way!
    Oh, and for the record, I lived off Gumby’s pizza at Chapel Hill and I always tipped the delivery folks. Sorry that it was so hideous for you.

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  6. Claverack Weekender

    The Egg did a show on people with strange jobs once: lift bridge operator, etc. The worst job, I thought, was onion peeler for a samosa factory in Queens. His job was to hand-peel onions all day, every day. The guy peeled onions through the entire interview, moving them quickly from an enormous pile of unpeeled into what seemed like an even larger bin of peeled. He said that he loves his job and living in America, though.

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  7. CarolineM

    1. McDonalds 1983: My first day on the job, I asked the Manager-On-Duty where I could find a rag to wipe off a table, whereupon she informed me haughtily that “McDonalds doesn’t use rags, we use towels”. Oh.
    2. We had to have a new foundation put under our house when we were in Texas. The job involved a crew of Mexican men in stifling heat and mosquitoes lying on their bellies for hours at a time under the house in order to dig 40 3-ft deep holes into the hard-packed soil with small short-handled shovels. I still remember the contractor telling us that they were the best in the business and that the guys took great pride in their work.

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  8. scruggs

    But I used to love Gumby’s cheese breadsticks, dammit. That and beer gets you your freshman 15 pretty quick.
    1) My first thought was my first job, Athletic Attic (retail) for $3/hr back during h.s. & college breaks. Retail is so boring, and you’re in this one little store for 8 hours on end. However, our mall was near an army base, and I’ve always dug miliary guys, so it was great for my social life and thus takes it out of contention.
    My corporate cube job is nice and boring, but the pay works for me.
    All in all, worst job ever had to be bartending at Bub’s for 3 years before and during grad school (mid 90’s). There was the fun factor, met some cool people, got to hang out and get paid, and I got to be a masterchamp at foosball. However, the negatives were too many: the regulars that hung out there during the day had some really sad stories and were pretty $@#@$%! up. Some would be there at 10a.m. every day to start drinking and stay all day. Of course, they rarely tipped, too. Some would bring their kids, give them a roll of quarters for video games, get hammered, then drive home with them. There were a lot of alcoholics who would just stay and talk about how great their life was 30 years ago. There were lots of fights to deal with when you have drunk people squeezed in a bar. [One final four, I think vs. Arizona, we had too many people in there, the fire marshall came, and we had to turn all tv’s and sound off until a certain # left. Who’s going to volunteer to just leave in the 2nd half of a final four game after being there all day??? We had to just push people out. Near death experience!) Also, lots of lightweights puking (which is why that place ALWAYS smelled!) That’s when I played the “girl card” and made someone else take care of it. And we’d hire Peanut (anyone remember him?) to do our dirty work. The owner at one time was a very bitter woman who was either supernice or made your time there hell. Some of the other employees did or sold drugs in our walk-in cooler. One of them kept hitting on me and would always say (in response to me having a boyfriend) “its not cheating if you just lay there!” I would smell of beer and smoke at the end of every night. Of course, thanks to UNC football and bball, the pay could be very nice considering (50-80/hr), and it paid for the car my husband still drives, for grad school, and for a downpayment on a condo. Also, I always drank and ate for free pretty much everywhere in town, from Elaine’s (gone) down to Hector’s. AND, folks from Camp Lejune and Ft. Bragg always came to Chapel Hill for the weekend, did I mention my military fetish!?!?!? BUT, being around the dark side of things so long soured me for a while afterwards, gave me a lack of patience, and now I hate beer! (TG for stoli!).
    2)George Bush’s proctologist?
    Beth, never fear…its great!

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  9. Bozoette Mary

    1. Santa’s helper in a mall during Christmas season. Oh, the horror!
    2. Big top worker — the guys who put up the circus tents. Granted, it was the 70s, but they got $35 a week, a board bunk in a beat-up trailer, and the worst food ever as compensation for back-breaking work in the middle of the night.

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  10. emma

    Remember how bad the job market was in 1991? Well, my first job after graduating from UNC was as a canvasser for the North Carolina Alliance for Conservation Action. What that meant was that I went door to door asking people for money for this subsidiary of the Wildlife Foundation. Think you don’t like telemarkers – wait til they actually ring your doorbell and ask for money between the hours of 5-9 pm. It lasted somewhere between 3-4 months before I determined that waiting tables was luxurious in comparison to this. To this day, I feel so bad for people selling things door to door, I am almost always a sucker for whatever they are selling.
    I can’t get this job image out of my head to think of an answer to #2.

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  11. Claudia

    Laurie, you win. I thought getting a similar call while sick with bronchitis was bad, but your pregnant co-worker in the stirrups takes the cake. Aaaahhhh, the law.

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  12. Laurie from Manly Dorm

    Hi Claudia. Yeah, my friend had her baby, left for maternity leave, and then NEVER CAME BACK. I knew that she would not, but the funny thing was that everyone at the firm was shocked that she decided not to return to one of the “most prestigious law firms in Baltimore.” They were mad about it. . . even calling it a “betrayal.” Bite me! There was a lot more drama there then I could ever articulate in a blog. What a hateful bunch of bastards.
    I hate to bash lawyers, because that would be a form of self-hate, and I am trying to be a positive person. But, there are a lot of professions that are glamourized on TV — how many lawyers were inspired to go to law school by LA Law and the countless courtroom drama shows??? — and the TV shows are NOTHING LIKE REALITY. I think the same goes for all the medical shows. I am sure there are a lot of debt-ridden, exhausted doctors out there who feel duped. I would like to see a TV show about a young attorney and her first job out of law school. I want to see her crying in her car because she hates her job. Vomiting in the office restroom from stress. Being fired because she won’t commit to a 100 hour workweek. Being threatened that if her work is not perfect, she will be solely responsible for losing a multi-million dollar client. The tears! The frustration! The gnashing of teeth! The law school loan payments! Now, that’s what I wanna see! Ian, if you want to pitch such a drama, I am your consultant!

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  13. hilary

    1A: A SHOE MODEL: A dated, sexist industry that mostly takes place in hotel rooms. But i loved my shoe modeling agent, morty, a crusty old guy with yellowing 1970’s headshots on his decaying Broadway walls
    1B: MOVIE EXTRA: In particular, on Ed Burns’s “Don’t Look Back.” There is nothing more demoralizing for an actor. Especially when there are toxic smoke machines involved and you’re not yet union-represented
    2: Anything done outside in the blisteringly hot city summer heat, like construction
    ian kudos for keeping up your blog with a newborn in the house–i’m very impressed
    jamie block i remember running into you at kinkos’s in the village in like, 1993 or something, and you looked so miserable and said something like “Yep, well, this is where I’ve ended up,” or something oddly definitive for a 20-something to say…

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  14. Just Andrew

    my worst job? Just a one day affair and not even a paying job, but in the summer of ’99 we finally had a hot summer in Vermont and my wife was pregnant. An air conditioner was the only thing that was going to preserve sanity. I looked everywhere and there were no ACs in New England left, except this 18000 BTU beast that was used at Circuit City, so I got it. Thing is, it required a 220 line, which involved me crawling on my back through the crawlspace under the house, sweat pouring off my body and melting the 150+ years of mouse and rat shit on the dirt, cobwebs and spiders all over me. A dozen showers and I still didn’t feel clean. That overpowered AC unit did have the living room a comfortable 45 degrees in minutes tho.
    Worst actual job? Phone tech support for a company that sold mail order computer games. The question about 100 times a day was “do you know when Mortal Combat 2 for Nintendo will be out?” This was the early months of ’94. I took a long lunch break during the NCAA tourney and watched an awful rugby match called Boston College vs UNC. About 6 beers accompanied lunch and I was so pissed at the loss, that I went back over to the job, told off the boss and walked out.
    Worst job I can imagine? I’ve known a few people up here that work in the Turkey slaughter house – sounds pretty disgusting.

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  15. kent

    Worst Job Evar: Loading/Unloading trucks for a bulk produce distributor in Utah. At the time it paid well, and mostly was just tiring. We could even nap on longer rides to outlying towns.
    But then three of us were assigned to clean out a refrigerated semi trailer full of watermelons, a week after the refrigeration stopped working. We opened the door and a thick slurry of rotted watermelon came out in a wave at us, followed by a black cloud of flies. Inside the trailer was so unspeakably hot and foul you hardly noticed when you hurled up your guts.
    2. Cleaning up after car bombs in Iraq.

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  16. Claudia

    Laurie, I agree completely! When one’s fellow associate has to field questions about extremely minor project issues while at the bedside of her dying relative, a TV show depicting lawyers dancing together in the coed bathroom has very little to offer! Between us, we could probably come up with enough material for several seasons of an hour-long (but billed in six-minute increments) weekly drama!

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  17. Laurie from Manly Dorm

    Claudia – RIGHT ON! I think that we have a plan. Ian, would you like to pitch our show while in CA? Our show won’t be pretty, but at least Claudia and I know what we are talking about. Oh God, those billable hours. How I hated them! I was always told, “When you are in the shower, thinking about a case: bill the time! When you are driving in your car, thinking about the case: bill the time. When you are at home, thinking about the case: bill the time.” My response was, “Um, when I am home, I am playing with my daughter and spending time with my husband. I am not thinking about the case.” No wonder I was fired! How I hated that place!!!!!

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  18. unc92

    1. one day job inspecting plastic bottles as they came off the assembly line, no AC, in NC in the summer. It was a temp job through an agency that I signed up with for a month before summer school.
    2. a)ANY job that requires sitting at a desk all day in a cubicle. It’s just not for me. I’m an ICU nurse so I thrive on the versatility/variablity of my job. It is different every day and I go home tired but knowing I helped someone. I find it incredibly rewarding, if undervalued.
    b) telemarketing…thank God TN has a do-not-call register. Haven’t had an annoying call in 5 years.

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  19. emma

    Laurie and Claudia – You guys have made me feel so thankful for my lawfirm which I have worked at since the day that I passed the bar, I think I am going to take advantage of our laid back office and not come back after lunch and take my kids to the pool.

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  20. Annie

    My personal worst: working as a ???? at Wellspring in the Penguins cafe. Involved a large team of people daily not knowing what to do next, having to bus half of the ‘self-busing’ tables w/o tips, being called over by snotty peremptory customers who demanded to know what was in each item in the hot bar because of their many food allergies, making coffee drinks, refilling the eternally empty ice machine, tidying up the trashed salad bar, preparing eight thousand little plastic cups with butter and 5 different kinds of jam so that customers could pick up the neat little cup from the breakfast bar for their bagel…AAAAAAHHHHHHH…variety, yes; satisfaction, no. Nothing was ever quite done. All of the behatted, aproned Penguins staff constantly asking one another, “Have you [refilled the ice?] [made that coffee drink?] [bused the bar area?] [done jam?] [carried out those orders from the kitchen?]” followed by, “I think [Jon] [Nick] [Kristen] [Sara] is doing it…wait, no, they just went to get ice…I don’t know.”
    General worst I think is collecting money at a toll booth–though I hear those people can get paid quite well. Specific worst (in case he doesn’t write about it): my brother’s job as a barkeep at Suds-n-Duds in the late 80s. He described the softball team that came in every week after the game TO DRINK AT A LAUNDROMAT–EVERY WEEK–and this one customer who came in every day and drank 90-cent PBRs, paying for each one with a dollar bill. When he’d put away nine of them, he’d have a line of nine dimes he’d received as change sitting on the bar in front of him. Slowly, using all ten fingers, he’d push the line of dimes toward my brother, saying, “And one for the road…” (never tipping Greg so much as one dime).

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  21. Jason Savage

    worst job I ever had was Summer of 1989 in a plumbing parts warehouse. I did learn what a bidet was, though. Not quite the pizza-boy loss of virginity fantasy, but a certain loss of innocence experience none the less.
    close second would be working the graveyard shift at the Circle K in Boulder, Colorado. That job’s nadir was working 4th of July, and having to listen in on the gas pump microphones (normally reserved for speaking to/answering questions of people getting gas, without having to leave your spot behind the counter) just to make out the sounds of the fireworks I saw rising above the football stadium through the window.

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  22. Claudia

    I’m glad to hear you work in such a great office, Emma. I was relatively lucky in that most of my co-workers, even my superiors, were very nice people; there were only a handful who truly pushed boundaries and reduced me to tears. It’s unfortunate, though, that these bad situations are so common for new associates. I hear such horror stories all the time!

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  23. Greg (not THAT Greg, another Greg altogether)

    Worst I’ve had was telemerketing – I tried it twice. The first time, the company sold black trash bags to benefit a charity. The charity got 10 cents on the dollar and the bags were something like $20 for a box of cheap bags that cost $2 at Harris Teeter. I quit after 2 days having made something like $20 for 15 hours work. The second telemarketing job was convincing people to use a service that checked all the calculations on their Variable Rate Mortgages – giving a portion (maybe 50%?) of the miscalculations discovered to the company. I worked that job 3 weeks, had lots of leads that didn’t pan out and made a total of $0. for 3 weeks labor. Not phyically demanding, but I was broke and REALLY needed the money I never made.
    As for the job I’d never want – anything related to bodily functions. Though the watermelon truck Kent described sounds horrific.

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  24. Andrew

    1. Summer between soph and junior year at UNC, worked in a restaurant at the beach. Had to pack softshell crabs one day. My job was to put the sticker that said “softshell crabs” on the box. All day. Not a tough job. But it sucked because the manager [5th grade education at the most] would not let me switch jobs [to something like stacking boxes, making boxes, etc.] because he had taken the time to “train” me on appliying the stickers and did not want to have to “train” me to do anything else, like stack boxes.
    2. Anything that requires digging a hole.
    I too lived off of Gumby’s Pizza and I always tipped. Except for this one delivery guy…reddish hair…never mind.

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  25. noj

    re: ian’s tarring the roof entry…there is a worse job. my wife’s dad, my former summer employer during the high-school years, gave me the job of SCRAPING all of the OLD tar off of a roof with this pathetic, little spatula-like tool. In 100 degree heat w/inadequate water supply. I had to miss the next two days of work bec/of heat exhaustion.

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  26. eric g.

    (1) TIE: (a) Non-union furniture factory worker, Rocky Mount, VA, summer 1988: think Norma Rae. I was lucky, because I got to leave and go back to Carolina at the end of the summer.
    (b) “General Manager’s Intern,” minor-league baseball team, spring 1992: touted as an office job, turned out to be assisting in the renovation of the ballpark. I quit after being asked to jackhammer a sidewalk. I finished the task, but very nearly jackhammered my foot in the process. To make things worse, my co-workers just couldn’t understand why I didn’t laugh at their constant stream of racist and homophobic jokes. Truly the most rotten group of people I’ve ever had the misfortune to associate with (except for the crowd at Cameron).
    (2) Migrant strawberry pickers in California.

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  27. litlnemo

    Contrary to Ian’s experience, I loved my pizza delivery job — at least, as much as you can love any job that requires you to wear a goofy uniform. (I hated the uniform, but delivering pizza was fun. I could play music, spend most of the shift outside the store, etc.)
    Worst job I ever had? One word – telemarketing. It destroys your soul.

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  28. Ishtar

    Worst job I had: 14-15 years old working at the Jumpyard in Charlotte, NC, which is a poor man’s Chuck E Cheese. I was a party hostess, making $4.15 (below minimum wage), and told I would make it up in tips. Problem is, no one knows you’re supposed to tip party hostesses.
    Parties were 45 minutes long, and there was one in the same room each hour, giving me 15 minutes to shoo everyone out, clean up the room, in time for the next party. I was often yelled at for “rushing people out” by angry parents who didn’t spring for two hours. As the face they saw, I also got yelled at for the kitchen’s mistakes, yelled at for the baker’s mistakes, yelled at for scheduling mistakes, and so forth.
    They often kept me past legal hours, and when not hosting the parties, I had to supervise the kids in the whole climby part with these ill behaved little monsters who liked to jump on my head in the ball pit and so forth.
    Oh yeah, and I hate kids, so that was doomed from the start.
    Worst job I’ve seen… that’s a tough one. I’d probably have to go with tarring roofs too. When I was in high school, they were tarring the roof of one of the buildings during school, and the fumes caused me to have headaches, a sore throat, and aching joints. Other students were having similar health problems, and we were all inside! I cannot even imagine what it must be like to be around that toxic crap in the burning heat as a career.
    For emotional damage, I’d have to say any job involving the terminal ward in a hospital. YEESH.

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  29. CL

    You know, when they told you that the way to make it in L.A. was to start off by delivering pizzas, they meant delivering pizzas IN L.A.

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  30. Bill

    I also spent the summer of 1990 delivering pizzas in Chapel Hill — for Pizza Hut, to make ends meet while I did an unpaid internship at The Independent. Totally trashed my car, but I actually kind of enjoyed the job, and I actually delivered a pizza to Michael Jordan that summer, in some apartment complex on Airport Road. Led to a small item in the Independent’s Front Porch section, and that clip proved to be a great conversation piece in later job interviews. So, thanks to Pizza Hut for that.
    Worst job: returned mail/collections for a private ambulance company in Portland, OR. I got very familiar with the reverse phone directory, and I also had to phone people to confirm addresses, which invariably led to anger and/or confusion about the fact that their ambulance ride was going to cost them something…or they had to pay for the final ride of a now-deceased relative. On the bright side, I did win a radio in a raffle at the company picnic.
    Close second: landscaping in New Jersey, where the term “muggy” must have been coined. How else to describe the summers?
    Worst job for someone else: anything in a nursing home; those places pretty much creep me out.

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  31. salem's little sister

    Too bad none of you Gumby’s delivery guys came to my apartment. We always tipped our drivers with bong hits. Salem, don’t tell Mom.
    My best and worst job was as a therapeutic horseback riding instructor in Dallas. I taught people of all different disabilities how to ride. And I mean actually ride, not the warm fuzzy lead the kid on a pony stuff. We had several riders that could canter and jump. The part that made it the best were the riders and worst was almost always the parents. I had one mother who verbally attacked me after her son punched ME in the face. Apparently I enraged him with my request that he dismount. She was a nut job and was turning him into one too.
    However, I had amazing moments, like when a profoundly mentally retarded teenager pulled on the reins to ask his horse to stop. It took 2 years to reach that goal. And the experience in Ireland at the 2003 Special Olympics World Games, watching a girl that I taught from day one, winning gold at an international competition.
    I learned how to be an adult at that job and it also made me realize that my work had to involve my passion.

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