Current job: self employed as a legal transcriptionist. 1. self employment taxes suck 2. being your own boss means you need a lot more discipline than me 3. not only listening to lawyers and stupid ass witnesses talk all day, but you cannot zone out. YOU HAVE TO PAY FULL ATTENTION TO EVERY WORD. Every last one. Did you ever meet that person who cannot form a coherent sentence, instead opting to string together a bunch of noun phrases and dependent clauses? They were probably a lawyer. Every meet that person who talked like they had cotton in their mouth? Lawyer. Now, write down everything they have to say, and have it make grammatical sense using punctuation. 4. Carpal tunnel
I can think of a few crappy jobs I did. Driving red tops on survey crew (2" X 2" stakes, a foot long) into compacted subgrade for roadways, to show were the dirt under the crushed rock stopped. Then going over the same stretch of road a couple days later driving blue tops in the compacted crushed rock, to set the grade for the top of the crushed rock/bottom of AC. Swinging a 12 lb sledge for 10-12 hours a day was a grind. Brushing, with a machete, for cross sections every 50' on a survey crew in blackberries, wild roses, nettles and devil's club was the suck. But the worst for me was at Douglas County Lumber in 1972. Some of you might remember the huge cold decks of logs on the west side of I-5 at Winchester, just north of Roseburg. When they would empty a cold deck, they would have me and another greenhorn take a 5 yards dump truck to the deck row to clean up the bark before they built another deck there. We would be out there with a short-handled two-foot wide pitch fork, throwing bark up over our heads into the dump truck. Each trip to the mill to feed our load to the hog, we would have to go below the de-barking deck and clean up the ground-up bark around the return drum for the chain while the de-barker was operating. You had ground up bark in the air, and it got all over you. Between pitching it into the truck and shoveling under the chain, I would go home completely coated with fir slivers every single night. That job was the pits. Go Blazers
woah..dude so sorry..zero green font here look for something better have a friend that did three tours in Bagdad.. came home and did three years in collage. He had a change of heart and decided to become an under water weilder..work half the year and make seven figures..decide where he wanted to work..ya only have one life
Great stories guys! I just realized I've only had 3 jobs in my life! Some of you guys have had a ton! Sent from my baller ass iPad FAMS!
Working for Senvoy. They are a mail carrier service that delivers title deeds, etc from banks, etc. I had to use my own car and drive to Oregon City (from Hollywood District) and back again twice a day. I spent over $60 a week in gas in 2003. Was only paid $9 an hour.
I worked in a tofu factory. 1980. Got caught in a boiler explosion and had to be life flighted to Emanuel Hospital.
2 for me. apparently they had been having a TON of turn overs with temps with that. They were pissed, but i had learned they were assholes about paying the temp agency
I worked in the office of some egg roll factory through a temp agency. Sucked so boring they wanted to hire me full time but I turned them down hoop fam
My worst were menial retail jobs. Worked at Longs Drugs in high school (they're now all CVS's) and then Sports Authority for 6 months last year right when I got out of college. They're nothing compared to some of the crap you guys had to do but both were pretty crappy in their own ways. You get a lot of really shameless/****y/cheap/rude/scumbag customers at Longs and the management teams treats you like shiet, but on the upside there would be enough young people to BS with and I was pretty faded at work a lot of the time. Sports Authority makes you pimp their membership program and try to sell extended coverage warantees and extra crap with every purchase, but 90% of the people there were college age kids so you at least liked the people you worked around.
Here is another delightful job. Scullery duty on a Destroyer on sea trials, fresh out of the shipyard, with a whole bunch of rookie crew. Flopping around in the Pacific swell in shallow waters off Southern Californian Hot, steamy and at least a third of the crew sea sick, puking in their tray before turning it in to be cleaned in the Scullery! To live through six weeks of that is a cherished memory.
Inventory at Meier and Frank sucked balls. Counting towels and random crap starting at like 6am. hoop fam
Hahahahaahahaa flash back! hey, at least you were on a respectable sized ship. First pat North Pacific, Bering Sea, Winter. Working 8 and 4s. on a 378, SAR at 2 in the AM, fire up the twin turbins intothe trough, taking dark green water over the bow..getting splashed on the watch tower on the big eyes with spray...
