What Jobs did you have that SUCKED?

#1
Everyone has worked a job. Even if you're disabled and in a wheelchair, chances are you've done some type of manual labor too. This thread is about the jobs you hated the most; and why.

Mine is Fast Food. All my life in these small towns I live in the Fast Food is the only readily available job type. The minimum wage in my state is 7.25, which is horrendous. You get treated like crap, the customers are rude as heck, and the management doesn't care about the quality of food as long as the food makes it out on time. They never give you enough help either. I've worked at McDonalds, Kentucky Fried Chicken, and Burger King. None are good. They expect a high turnover for a reason.

Next to that, there are some factory jobs around here that would hire you off the bat - because they expect you to be gone in a month. They don't train you properly and you're just thrown into the mix and are expected to pick up what they're doing. And they're using heavy machinery like kids use toys. No training. Seems smart, right? And the management doesn't care half of the time anyways, they're busy sapping employee benefits to go ride another Carnival Cruise liner somewhere (like the Bahamas).

I hate things like this. Hard to find decent work with just a High School Diploma. I had various life issues that prevented me from attending college and now I'm really feeling it.

Anyone else have job issues? Jobs you hated? Explain!
 

Eric

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Stormy Days(HC)
#2
Heh, I have a few...

1. Once upon a time, before I joined the army, I had a temp job working as a magnesium anode packer. So, to describe this job, its 120 degrees in the back of a warehouse, with no ventilation, and all you do is pick up a 80LB anode with your right arm (Always right) and flip it to the next guy. Dust flying everywhere.... It was pretty shitty. I told them to get bent after 2 days.

2. Walmart, corporate. I had a job at walmart headquarters as the lead sharepoint SME.... Within three days of me starting, they decided to tell me they would be cutting my pay from 100K to 50K. I told them to get bent.

3. The army. Fun times, and bad times.

Knock on wood, I don't have issues with minimum wage jobs anymores. After getting a degree, a few certifications, and army experience, I typically have a wide range of choice as to where/what/how I want to work. Heh, I tell people to get bent over 50/60K a year.
 
#3
Screw retail. Customer service is better than retail. I'm in the same position. No college degree but I've taken some college classes. About a year and a half's worth.

I'm not bragging here but I had the good luck of not having been paid minimum wage because of the fact that I managed to get into jobs that paid alright for what they were. My only min wage job was when I started work as a library assistant in the University, which paid $7.50 at the time since it was WA's min wage before the federal minimum wage went up to 7.25. However when I quit after a year and 3 months working there I was making almost $10 an hour. Best job I ever had. Great work environment, low stress and even though it wasn't the best wages in the world, it was much better than min wage so it was alright.

Retail makes you sell shit to people who don't want to buy it, people treat you like trash, management hates you and your coworkers hate you. It sucks overall. If you're a young female and your coworkers are middle aged single women strapped with kids, you're getting the crap end of the stick no matter what.
 
#4
I worked as a panboy in a bakery once, which basically consisted of rounding up all the dirty pans and washing them in a huge industrial sized pan washer. The first few months were a huge struggle for me. I would always be asking the more experienced panboys how to do stuff that seemed so simple in retrospect. I also got a bad slice on my finger from using a knife to scrape the residue from a shelf, so that really sucked and cost my boss a few Band-Aids.

But, eventually I learned the tricks of the trade and was pretty competent by the end before shipping off to college.
 
#5
Another one I had was working hauling industrial sized bags of scrap metal around to help a guy at a junkyard (on a four wheeler) it paid under the table of course, but it was mainly so the big fatty working behind the desk could just sit down and do nothing and get his money delivered to him. From people like me. He had three on staff and well constantly talked about just doing it ourselves when he was sleeping, lol. It was the best you could find out in the countryside, the nearest neighbor being 10 miles off.
 
#6
My first programming job was so extremely boring. I'd get tasks that were supposed to last a week and finished them in half a day. Rest of the week was spent trying to get over the 8 hours of the day. I asked for more work frequently but would not get it.
Sounds like heaven for most, but after 2 years of this it was really having an effect on me. It did not help that the company seemed completely incompetent when it came to programming. They did not even have a Version Control System. They always wanted one so I even took initiative and set up a git server for the company to use and gave workshops on how to use it. One guy used it.

As soon as I could I got out of there and am now working for the best company ever with flexible work times and lots to do.
The original company is now bankrupt, I wonder why...
 
#7
I worked as a Gopher for a Tile and Counter Resurfacing company. Basically they just repaint tiles, kitchen counters, ceramic tubs... that sorta thing. When done properly you cant tell the difference between the originals and the fact that its been resurfaced. I wasn't a painter though, I was the gopher. Imagine having to stand in a room with a breathing mask for 6 hours while someone else painted. It was mind numbingly boring. Plus we had a lot of idiots. 2 stories really stand out.

My first time on the job we had this guy who was so concerned that we wouldn't be gone before his date came over. We were respraying his shower and he kept telling us that he had to get ready. The assistant painter and I kept taking bets about whether he was going to actually let the paint dry before using the shower or not. I was convinced he wouldn't. Towards the end of the day around 4pm the guy finally cracks, he walks into the bathroom in only his briefs and leans over straight on the shower floor placing both palms right into the wet paint. Now mind you the paint layers need to be even otherwise it doesn't create the waterproof bond that keeps the paint attached to the tile. As soon as his first finger touched the tile our whole days work was ruined. Not only did it ruin that days work, but over the course of the next two days we needed to strip the paint we had laid, wait another day for the stripper to evaporate, and then reapply a NEW coat. Yes, we charged him 3x the cost as we had to come out over 3 days.

Another time this family is just moving into an apartment and they don't like the counters and wall paint. Usually we would be working alone in this situation, but they wanted to paint the place while we resprayed the counters. Now the paint we use isn't Toxic once laid, but it will really mess with your head if you don't wear a breathing mask when laying it. We told them this and they still insisted on staying while we sprayed. We didn't have any extra masks to give them and suggested they go to the hardware store to get some of their own as it would still help with their own painting... but no, they didn't think this was a good idea. We get the whole kitchen taped up and everything not to be painted is covered in plastic. The mother then decides she wants to use the stove to make lunch... Uh No. She relents after about 10 minutes of explaining why she cant use the stove after we've spent all morning getting it taped up. Instead she goes to get McDonalds and actually brings us back some too. How nice of her. We spend the afternoon spraying the counters and inform the family that they can not remove the tape and stuff while the paint is drying because it will pull the paint off as well. The next day we return and all the tape and plastic has been moved. There are chunks of paint that have been stripped away when they pulled off the tape, Someone has placed a can of house paint on the counter and not theres a giant ring there. They demand we fix it, but when we inform that that it will cost them more money they tell us that they aren't going to pay for the original job. We leave and the company has to sue them to get payment.
 
#9
The one job that sucked so bad, that I STILL hope that their business crashes and burns, years later, was a job at a pawn shop/antique/historical memorabilia/metal scrapping store. The man who ran it normally bought from peoples houses and sold at flea markets and antique shows. He decided to open up a shop, and since I had helped his wife out during an estate sale once (My great aunt does estate sales for a living, and I've helped her many times, and she recommended me to wife who expressed a need for help.) they asked me to work for them. This was during the off season (I live in a shore town and getting a job during the winter is hell) so I said yes, of course! I will admit, I learned some about scrapping metal, old war memorabilia and how to handle old swords and knives and etc, but man the boss was horrible. The husband would demean me, talk down to me like I was a moron for asking simple questions like, "Which display case would you like this product in?" and generally was of that "women belong in the kitchen" mindset. The wife was pretty much crazy and fought with the husband at work CONSTANTLY. She once got angry with me, because I hadn't managed to clean off four 10 foot long shelves full of merchandise and delicate displays of china and glass in 10 minutes. She wanted me to clean the product, the shelf, the wall behind the shelf, reset the displays with fragile product, and all with a bottle of almost empty knock-off windex and a dirty rag. o_O

I'll never forgot when I was talking to a customer, who was interested in selling some antiques, asked me if the owner (the husband) ever didn't buy things people brought in to sell. I told him that, "Sometimes [Owner] sometimes isn't interested in certain items and won't buy them, but that is pretty rare, so don't worry. He talks with every customer, and will look at what you've brought before making a decision.". The husband apparently only heard the "Isn't interested in certain items and won't buy them" part and shouted across the store (full of people, might I add), "DON'T LISTEN TO HER SIR, SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING. SHE'S NOT THAT BRIGHT, DOESN'T LISTEN TO HER." (I had been working in the store for several months at this point, fyi. I was in no way "new".) I was MORTIFIED. The customer I had been talking to, actually apologized to me, and quietly whispered "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to get you in trouble, I'm really sorry." to me. I told him it was fine, and excused myself to the back room. I went into the tiny ass, dingy, dirty bathroom to try and calm down and not cry and to keep myself from going back out to STRANGLE the husband. :mad:

There was also an incident with the one armed man egging the front of the building and the owner and his wife coming out and screaming threats at him (and then the husband chasing the man down the street in his car, with his kids in the back seat) and another with a employee who had three different ID's with a different last name on each and would push product so hard on customers that they would leave the store to get away from her. o_O There was a guy who would come in who always was covered head to toe in car grease, and wore converse and a striped conductors hat and would want to look at the silver dollars and try to get discounts claiming they were "damaged". Another incident, where one of the wife's family members came in (who was apparently a drug addict. Like, he was hooked on cocaine or meth, something really bad) and they got into a shouting match, and I almost had to call 911, because I was scared he'd grab one of bowie knives off the display and stab her with it, because he kept putting his hand over a sheathed one sitting on the counter. (The wife had been in the middle of redoing a knife display when he came in.)

The owner was also very proud of buying items off of people from extremely cheap prices (like if something was worth $100, he'd buy it for $15) and preying on the fact that they had no idea how much the thing they were selling were worth. And then sell items for 4 times more then he bought it for. Also, he would get in fights and antagonize other pawn shop/antique store/metal scrapping shop owners, and pretty much started an all out "war" with all of the other similar shops in town. He was an extremely shitty person, who no damn morals at all. :mad:

The only good experience I ever had there was when I once asked a customer for their ID (because the back of their card said "Check ID") and the owner tried to yell at me, but the customer interrupted him and said "No, it's good she asked for ID. My card says it on the back and she's the first person to ask all day. You should be wanting her to ask for ID." and just gave the owner "You are a moron" look. I was silently cheering in my head. :D

I finally quit, after they forced me to babysit their kids (for 7 dollars an hour, when I charge 10) and I figured out the husband was jipping me pay. I'd work for 8 hours, and he'd only pay me for 6 because apparently helping the wife close the store and clean it counted as "hanging out" and not "working". I recently heard that the shop closed and they're trying to relocate into another town in the county because people kept trying to break into the store, and he wasn't selling anything. Hah. I hope his shop goes down in flames and he can't sell in our county ever again. :cool:
 

Eric

Owner
Staff member
Stormy Days(HC)
#10
The one job that sucked so bad, that I STILL hope that their business crashes and burns, years later, was a job at a pawn shop/antique/historical memorabilia/metal scrapping store. The man who ran it normally bought from peoples houses and sold at flea markets and antique shows. He decided to open up a shop, and since I had helped his wife out during an estate sale once (My great aunt does estate sales for a living, and I've helped her many times, and she recommended me to wife who expressed a need for help.) they asked me to work for them. This was during the off season (I live in a shore town and getting a job during the winter is hell) so I said yes, of course! I will admit, I learned some about scrapping metal, old war memorabilia and how to handle old swords and knives and etc, but man the boss was horrible. The husband would demean me, talk down to me like I was a moron for asking simple questions like, "Which display case would you like this product in?" and generally was of that "women belong in the kitchen" mindset. The wife was pretty much crazy and fought with the husband at work CONSTANTLY. She once got angry with me, because I hadn't managed to clean off four 10 foot long shelves full of merchandise and delicate displays of china and glass in 10 minutes. She wanted me to clean the product, the shelf, the wall behind the shelf, reset the displays with fragile product, and all with a bottle of almost empty knock-off windex and a dirty rag. o_O

I'll never forgot when I was talking to a customer, who was interested in selling some antiques, asked me if the owner (the husband) ever didn't buy things people brought in to sell. I told him that, "Sometimes [Owner] sometimes isn't interested in certain items and won't buy them, but that is pretty rare, so don't worry. He talks with every customer, and will look at what you've brought before making a decision.". The husband apparently only heard the "Isn't interested in certain items and won't buy them" part and shouted across the store (full of people, might I add), "DON'T LISTEN TO HER SIR, SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING. SHE'S NOT THAT BRIGHT, DOESN'T LISTEN TO HER." (I had been working in the store for several months at this point, fyi. I was in no way "new".) I was MORTIFIED. The customer I had been talking to, actually apologized to me, and quietly whispered "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to get you in trouble, I'm really sorry." to me. I told him it was fine, and excused myself to the back room. I went into the tiny ass, dingy, dirty bathroom to try and calm down and not cry and to keep myself from going back out to STRANGLE the husband. :mad:

There was also an incident with the one armed man egging the front of the building and the owner and his wife coming out and screaming threats at him (and then the husband chasing the man down the street in his car, with his kids in the back seat) and another with a employee who had three different ID's with a different last name on each and would push product so hard on customers that they would leave the store to get away from her. o_O There was a guy who would come in who always was covered head to toe in car grease, and wore converse and a striped conductors hat and would want to look at the silver dollars and try to get discounts claiming they were "damaged". Another incident, where one of the wife's family members came in (who was apparently a drug addict. Like, he was hooked on cocaine or meth, something really bad) and they got into a shouting match, and I almost had to call 911, because I was scared he'd grab one of bowie knives off the display and stab her with it, because he kept putting his hand over a sheathed one sitting on the counter. (The wife had been in the middle of redoing a knife display when he came in.)

The owner was also very proud of buying items off of people from extremely cheap prices (like if something was worth $100, he'd buy it for $15) and preying on the fact that they had no idea how much the thing they were selling were worth. And then sell items for 4 times more then he bought it for. Also, he would get in fights and antagonize other pawn shop/antique store/metal scrapping shop owners, and pretty much started an all out "war" with all of the other similar shops in town. He was an extremely shitty person, who no damn morals at all. :mad:

The only good experience I ever had there was when I once asked a customer for their ID (because the back of their card said "Check ID") and the owner tried to yell at me, but the customer interrupted him and said "No, it's good she asked for ID. My card says it on the back and she's the first person to ask all day. You should be wanting her to ask for ID." and just gave the owner "You are a moron" look. I was silently cheering in my head. :D

I finally quit, after they forced me to babysit their kids (for 7 dollars an hour, when I charge 10) and I figured out the husband was jipping me pay. I'd work for 8 hours, and he'd only pay me for 6 because apparently helping the wife close the store and clean it counted as "hanging out" and not "working". I recently heard that the shop closed and they're trying to relocate into another town in the county because people kept trying to break into the store, and he wasn't selling anything. Hah. I hope his shop goes down in flames and he can't sell in our county ever again. :cool:
That sounds like a pretty crappy job. I would have told him to shove it a long time ago.