Hey, I know about getting a fresh pour screwed up. It really hurts when you finally realize that it's gone! You can't save it! Shit!!
A car hit our house about six weeks ago. part of the damage was to our sidewalk. They scheduled a pour a few days ago and before the truck got here it just opened up (we get torrential rain in CO). The flatwork guys just shrugged and said, "We have to reschedule". Good thing, too, because about two hours later we got hail. That would have been a LOVELY sidewalk.
Courtesy clerk at a grocery store counting cans and bottles and sorting them into bins, back before they automated things. Bad stuff in the summer when you have dudes half finish their beer, spit chew into the bottles, put the bottles in a sealed black plastic garbage bag and then leave the bag in the sun to ferment. There'd be chunks of mold and brown slimey stuff that was possibly some new dark form of life.
Ya man, I remember my first job at a Blazer game back in '99, I was pulling cables for camera guys and helping set up and couldn't believe they gave me $250 for 10 hours! That would have taken me 2 weeks to make that at the shop! I thought they had messed up and paid me too much.
Janitor for a pre-school. Filthy little monsters. Piss, shit, vomit, handprints, paint, peanut butter - ev - ry -where. But, I was 15 and saving up for a car. As soon as I got the money for the car I quit that horrible job.
I grew up out in the country and once I graduated high school I moved into the city. I was putting in applications everywhere but having no luck. So I called a relative that owned a company. She got me hired right away. I only worked it for 3 days (actually nights) but my worst job was at a plant that made plastic pipe. How it would work is the pipe comes shooting out of a metal tube and then you grab it, put it up on a contraption that coils it up and then cut it off. Take that large and heavy roll of pipe over to an area and stack it up, all while rushing so you can make it back in time to grab the next piece of pipe and restart the process. The job was more boring then crappy but you also didn't get a lunch (not sure how they got around this legally). You had to eat while you worked as the machines never stopped. So the right after my second night shift I got a called from not 1 but 2 places that I had previously put an app in at. They both wanted to hire me. I picked one and took off. That next job that I picked wasn't too much better (on the boring scale) as it was a call center but it gave you breaks a real lunch and wasn't graveyard.
I have worked a bunch of shit jobs, especially as a kid, but somehow usually made them fun or interesting somehow. First real job doing inventory for Meyer and Frank, first week sucked just counting, but second week, likely because they figured out I was not super ethical, they had me uniquely and creativity destroy every piece of women's lingerie that had been returned over the previous year. I would rip, burn, tear, stretch, use inks, make runs and any other sort of damage I could come up with so Meyer and Frank could return all the returned items to the manufactures. My next job was as staff at the Saturday Market, where I figured out a way to charge normal people to park in the venders lot, making about $80 in five minutes. Over time had a bunch of others that were odd, but I guess the first one that sucked was working as a bartender at the Scoreboard about 17 years ago. The cook got mad at me for calling him a crackhead and decided to get me back by putting tiny bits of crack in my cigarettes. This is back hen we smoked in bars and I was smoking and working and feeling funky. Finally, I thought the cig tasted funny so I put it out, grabbed a new one, which also had crack in it. That place sucked, the tips were terrible, the rest of the staff sucked, and some of the regulars were such total drunks is was just depressing to go to work every day.
I don't know why I did it, but for a few weeks in the 70's I was a Fuller Brush salesman. I felt like an idiot going door to door. "Fuller Brush man", I had to say. Making matters worse, I never got laid by any of the housewives.
I find it hard to personaly define a "shit job" as a youth I bucked hey, picked fruit, drove farm equipment, pumped gas, washed dishes...all of those paid better compared to todays dollar than now.. I suppose it is an age thing..I would never want to start over in todays econemy and earn "min wage" and even try to live on ones own..I escaped what could have been a bleak life by joining the service..best move I ever made
I've had a LOT of jobs- breakfast cook at my dorm, waiter at business school dining room, Little Caesar's, McDonalds, bus boy at fancy Manhattan restaurant, summer stock (rehearse, build sets, clean theater, move burn pile, wait tables, usher, and of course perform), manager of a card/gift store (great fun job that paid almost nothing), several professional acting jobs including theater, television and film. They all had challenges but I loved them all in their own way. The "burn pile" was a huge pile of wood and stuff that we burned up. One day, in the hot sun, they made us move the whole pile because it was too close to a tree. That was awful but so many of the other parts of the job made it worthwhile. The only job I truly hated was one day and night of waiting tables in a big restaurant in Manhattan, I can't even remember where. But it was so awful, I swore that night that I would never wait tables again, that I would deal drugs before I ever waited tables again. And I've never waited tables since. I don't know what I'll do if I don't find a job soon and my "Bones" residuals stop coming. I won't wait tables though.
Oh I worked concessions and clean up at a movie theater once too. Had to clean up after late showings of Rocky Horror. Damn, I've done a lot of stuff.
