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Multiple entries allowed.
Dirty job, boring job... dangerous job... whatever. Any job you hated and would never do again.
I'll go first...
When I retired from the Air Force in '94, aviation jobs were hard to come by. There had been a force drawdown a few yrs earlier and there was a glut of aircraft mechanics... hell, any mechanics actually. So, I went to work for a company up in Boise Idaho that made computer chips.
The pay was $8.75 an hr.
The shifts were nice... 12hr shifts where you worked 4 days on, 3 days off, then 3 days on and 4 days off. 6pm to 6 am.
You worked in a "clean room." One they bragged about being cleaner than a hospital operating room. You wore a "bunny suit."... white coveralls, white shoe covers and a hair net. You entered through a room where you were blasted with air before you entered the clean room. A 30min lunch break and two 10min "potty" breaks. Other than that, you weren't allowed to leave the clean room.
The job.... I'd pull a silicon wafer off a rack and set it in a holder. Then I'd peer into an electron microscope, line up a mask... template thingy and abrade materiel off the wafer with a teenie tiny bead blaster type of affair. Once I was satisfied I'd removed the correct amount of materiel, I'd take the wafer and set it in another rack.... Reach into the first rack, grab another wafer and repeat the process.... ad nauseum.
At the end of the first week, my time off was consumed with thought of wafers. At the end of the second week I was having nightmares of giant wafers trying to kill me. At the end of the third week I went home, got good and drunk, called up HR and said I quit. The girl there said I needed to come in and fill out a 2 weeks notice. I told her that burning this bridge was not high up on my list of concerns... I wasn't coming back.
I woke some time later... hungover... and there was a message on my answering machine (remember those) asking if I could come up to Everett Wash. and interview for an aircraft mechanics job. I shaved, showered and hit the road. The next day I was hired at 8 bucks an hr. and I never looked back.
I've had jobs before that and since that were more dangerous, more physically or mentally taxing... more whatever. But never one more mind numbingly monotonous and mind killing as that one. I met people there that had worked there for 10 yrs and loved the place. I have no idea how they did it.
Multiple entries allowed.
Dirty job, boring job... dangerous job... whatever. Any job you hated and would never do again.
I'll go first...
When I retired from the Air Force in '94, aviation jobs were hard to come by. There had been a force drawdown a few yrs earlier and there was a glut of aircraft mechanics... hell, any mechanics actually. So, I went to work for a company up in Boise Idaho that made computer chips.
The pay was $8.75 an hr.
The shifts were nice... 12hr shifts where you worked 4 days on, 3 days off, then 3 days on and 4 days off. 6pm to 6 am.
You worked in a "clean room." One they bragged about being cleaner than a hospital operating room. You wore a "bunny suit."... white coveralls, white shoe covers and a hair net. You entered through a room where you were blasted with air before you entered the clean room. A 30min lunch break and two 10min "potty" breaks. Other than that, you weren't allowed to leave the clean room.
The job.... I'd pull a silicon wafer off a rack and set it in a holder. Then I'd peer into an electron microscope, line up a mask... template thingy and abrade materiel off the wafer with a teenie tiny bead blaster type of affair. Once I was satisfied I'd removed the correct amount of materiel, I'd take the wafer and set it in another rack.... Reach into the first rack, grab another wafer and repeat the process.... ad nauseum.
At the end of the first week, my time off was consumed with thought of wafers. At the end of the second week I was having nightmares of giant wafers trying to kill me. At the end of the third week I went home, got good and drunk, called up HR and said I quit. The girl there said I needed to come in and fill out a 2 weeks notice. I told her that burning this bridge was not high up on my list of concerns... I wasn't coming back.
I woke some time later... hungover... and there was a message on my answering machine (remember those) asking if I could come up to Everett Wash. and interview for an aircraft mechanics job. I shaved, showered and hit the road. The next day I was hired at 8 bucks an hr. and I never looked back.
I've had jobs before that and since that were more dangerous, more physically or mentally taxing... more whatever. But never one more mind numbingly monotonous and mind killing as that one. I met people there that had worked there for 10 yrs and loved the place. I have no idea how they did it.
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