What's the Worst Job You Ever Had?

Cleaning cement and mud tanks on an off shore supply boat in the gulf off Louisiana in the summer. We got twenty dollars per tank divided among everyone inside the tank. Guy outside pulling the bucket of powder got nothing. Nobody wanted to do it. This was back in the late 70s. Deck hands got about $25.00/day.
Didn’t take long but you emerged covered with cement dust and because it was so hot you went in wearing only shorts. Took forever to get the stuff out of your nose and hair . Other than that working on the boats was probably the best job I ever had. Beat working on the rigs.
 
when I was 15, I stayed with my grandparents in TX and worked for an HVAC + electrical contractor that my dad worked for when he was in college. Attics and crawl spaces in the middle of summer in TX left me itchy from fiberglass, poison ivy from trips to the river for rope swinging and general shenanigans also left me itchy, and I flew home that summer 2 weeks early with a broken wrist because I ate shit bombing down the hill by my grandparents house on my skateboard. Great summer, lousy job.
 
We might have a winner.

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Early in my career at a major airline, maybe three months in, the lead mechanic running the night shift asked me how I liked my job. Seems there were at least two L1011 major gear lubes coming into LGA every week, maybe more. I told him I love it, but I really hate grease jobs. I never picked up another grease gun the whole time I worked in New York. BUT.... I became Mr. ATA 38-. Aviation types will know that a water & waste, with emphasis on the waste. If an airplane came in to overnight with a broken toilet or clogged drains, it had my name on it, even though I was trained and pretty good at autopilot. Always watch what you say and to whom. I did get very good on the lavatories. There's always that.
 
Any blue water baths?
Fortunately, I never got blue water on me. But I did manage to get quite a bit on others. Stories to be told over adult beverages. I used some of those experiences to share at AIM.

I do remember finding an issue with a 767-200 drain system. The front drains were plumbed to the rear drains and none to the drain masts. I got a nasty bath in that deal!
 
When I was 15 I went to work at a Kentucky fried chicken place that also served burgers I think even A and W root beer
Anyway cooking that chicken in pressure cooking pots that probably held 3 4 gallons of oil cooking over an open flame cook top
Think turkey cooker
Anyway being a kid toting those huge pots of oil on and off that open flame it should have been kid died being scalded by hot oil and burnt alive
The good part the chicken was the way it used to taste and you could take home any chicken not sold that day
Oh and the owners daughters never wore a bra not stacked but in a chicken shack she had nice breast and thighs
When you're 15 year old kid going to catholic grade school it was an incentive to come back to work each day
At 16 I went to work pumping gas
Manly work 😂
Ha. I was a KFC "chef" as well. $4hr. Some nights I'd get off at 3am and be back to work at 7am. Dreaming of buying a friend's 83 750 Magna.
 
Ha. I was a KFC "chef" as well. $4hr. Some nights I'd get off at 3am and be back to work at 7am. Dreaming of buying a friend's 83 750 Magna.
I used to work at Burger King. Also did those basically over night closes then open in the morning. In my younger years did a fear and loathing in Las Vegas amount of drugs and still got employee of the month. Not sure if I was just that good or the bar was just set that low.
 
Come to think of it i had a stint at a Madhouse -- Asylum Installing short pieces Air condition.
It was not a bad job and it was only a couple of days or so but Something I never forget.

One day arriving at work 11:00 or so
I had a station wagon VOLVO and had the tool box and a roll of Galvanized band Iron
not sure what the English word is it is used to hang up the ducts

Arriving at the delivery entrance loading dock and had the toolbox in one hand and the roll in the other .
The toolbox was then a compromise with having the sufficient amount of tools to do the job. And at the same not to heavy so it could be moved to the place where the installation should happen .At times climbing a ladder to a fan room with the toolbox in hand.

So I was walking towards the entrance ...Hands down with weights in hands .. I heard someone Yell
But did not think much of it since there was other People there ca 10 other moving around

Started walking towards the entrance door. All of a sudden two arms hug me from behind.
Rather firmly but not like wrestling or so.

A girl my age rather pretty said Sven... Sven ....Sven and had mistaken me for someone else.
After came her caretaker that was out walking with her.
Me standing there not really qualified for what to do. The keeper smiled ..I most likely was pale in the face.
He said no that is not Sven and after a while she got convinced ---the grip slowly loosening and let go and poff she sprinted away in another direction. Caretaker after and I was standing there with the toolbox and band iron.

I also remember I needed to come into a small room to install an outlet It was a chemical storage room
The Asylum supervisor looked at me as if I was responsible for World War one and two
I had to show her the drawing a couple of times .Which she did not understand anything of I suppose.. and barely the door was opened.

It was entertaining days Some of the people was gone ...vegetable but others was brilliant in some ways.
I could hear what was going on below standing on the ladder
 
And you got a hug from a pretty girl :thumbsup:
I can guarantee nobody from work ever hugged me
I got chased by a dog or two, but none were ever happy to see me in fact I had to mace a few
The woes of the water meter reader man
 
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