tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post1972039864972745873..comments2023-10-20T10:22:15.973-04:00Comments on A Comedienne's Sidekick: The Worst Job I Ever HadRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995636108623685490noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-65114197727785551282007-02-09T23:27:00.000-05:002007-02-09T23:27:00.000-05:00One where the 70 year old boss used to grope the y...One where the 70 year old boss used to grope the young receptionist in full view of everyone (she let him) and he used to leave the bathroom door open when he peed so we could hear him. I told him not to lay a finger on me and left within 6 months.ChickyBabehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12032859724317466072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-84569986810304815782007-02-09T07:57:00.000-05:002007-02-09T07:57:00.000-05:00Well, finding out what my worst job to date has be...Well, finding out what my worst job to date has been would just take too long, and I should not take up so much space on someone else's blog.<BR/><BR/>But there was an incident at a wildlife park. One day I was left at a certain place, from about 9am to 4pm, without a break, and without a bathroom. At some point, when something like that happens, you just have to worry more about your health than your job and just walk away. But I couldn't walk away in the middle of the shift at a wildlife park. Someone could have gotten lost or hurt, or an animal could have gotten loose or something like that. So, I stayed.<BR/><BR/>Other people at the park could not believe what happened. But the people responsible and the people in charge did not so much as come and apologize for what happened.laughinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11999190808736700318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-38859873308261337772007-02-09T07:44:00.000-05:002007-02-09T07:44:00.000-05:00Rachel, that does sound like a nightmare job! Wor...Rachel, that does sound like a nightmare job! Worst job that comes to mind for me was working on the checkout in a supermarket part-time when I was at Uni. The job itself wasn't so bad, but I've never had so many people be rude to me, or had to bite my tongue so much and so often.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15272546658893581663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-59861631637272728392007-02-09T06:00:00.000-05:002007-02-09T06:00:00.000-05:00That sounds like a nightmare of a job, good you ha...That sounds like a nightmare of a job, good you had quit as soon as you could. <BR/>I have had my share of horrible jobs. <BR/><BR/>I have been a waitress in a place that I hated so much. The boss was a cruel person that only wanted to humiliate us girls, we had to clean on our knees every tile on the floor every day. I lasted a week.<BR/>I have been a chambermaid in a seaside hotel for the summer months in 96 and worked from 6am til 10pm with only 2 hours break and not ONE single day off until the 2,5 months were finished.<BR/><BR/>But what I really really hated was my very first job, in an estate agency in Rome. Every agent would be given an area of 6-7 blocks and we had to go into every single building and knock on every single door to find out whether anybody was trying to sell or rent! I had to do it even on a Saturday morning. The pay was ridicolous and the last week on the job I was so fed up I brought a book and read it on a bench all day. Then I finally quit!Ericahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09988701255886949660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-45435284623098325732007-02-09T01:12:00.000-05:002007-02-09T01:12:00.000-05:00As usual, I think faster than I type. I meant to s...As usual, I think faster than I type. I meant to say I DIDN'T feel any sadness when I heard the store burned down. <BR/><BR/>HeheNot so little Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07094563703496530049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-67922375127236784562007-02-09T01:09:00.000-05:002007-02-09T01:09:00.000-05:00As may be obvious by my blog, I grew up in many di...As may be obvious by my blog, I grew up in many different countries. Most of them non-English speaking and in Latin America. My worst job was in one of them South American countries, in a toy store where I sold Barbies. I had no problem with that. What I had a problem with was the condescending and arrogant ways of the owners and the security guy. Most of the girls in the store came from low-level income families, and were trying to make a buck to help their families. Most, if none of them, spoke no English and had to be explained everything about the toys we sold. I was there because my family, though of middle class and private school style, was not ritzy and I needed a job to buy my own shit (I'm not saying this to be mean or classisist, is to explain what comes next).<BR/><BR/>I hated the job. I hated the hours, the way the security guy acted like he was our pimp, the fact that there was ONE stool for 4 girs and almost no breaks in 12 hour shifts. I hated that they kept us there on Christmas night almost up to midnight, doing "inventory". <BR/><BR/>What I hated the most was the day we were gathered for a meeting with the higher management people (i.e. the owner's son). We got some speech about Christmas sales. Then on the way out, I heard the man who had given us the speech and who turned out to be the owner's son and who was as Southamerican as they come- talk in English to his dyed blonde girlfriend about us "sales girls". HE was so demeaning towards us, so rude, so high up in his horse and unconscious that it was US who were making the money for him, who were breaking our backs while he sunbathed at the beach. He didn't think any of his employees knew any English. He was wrong. And I can't say that I didn't feel sadness the day I learned that the f'n store had burned up in flames and the business was gone.Not so little Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07094563703496530049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-74036507978290038272007-02-08T23:29:00.000-05:002007-02-08T23:29:00.000-05:00I love how they kept threatening you with being fi...I love how they kept threatening you with being fired, when that should have been your reward.Churlitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05018288474865559384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-46940176794286998452007-02-08T20:41:00.000-05:002007-02-08T20:41:00.000-05:00i've always wanted to say "i quit!" and storm off....i've always wanted to say "i quit!" and storm off. it's the drama queen in me.<BR/><BR/>i haven't ever really had an awful job- very boring ones, yes. i guess i am lucky that way.Sizzlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00182860438430294750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-39957959586781688542007-02-08T16:43:00.000-05:002007-02-08T16:43:00.000-05:00l.b. ~ You are definitely lucky if you haven't had...l.b. ~ You are definitely lucky if you haven't had a bad job or a bad boss.<BR/><BR/>Egan ~ It was dreadful. We were all stuck in a 15x15 room with tables and phones and it would get SO loud in there. The lady was a hoverer as well. She would walk around and check to see how much money you had collected and then if you didn't make much it was a threat every day. <BR/><BR/>Furtive ~ I was a favorite once. I don't know why. I didn't want to be. She was a horrible boss. She sounds a lot like the one that you had.<BR/><BR/>M ~ I was a server a few times. That is a pretty thankless job. The conversations that would occur in the back area were really, really bad. And this was a high end steak house.Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09995636108623685490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-62791107463778891212007-02-08T15:26:00.000-05:002007-02-08T15:26:00.000-05:00oh my god that sounds horrible!I haven't actually ...oh my god that sounds horrible!<BR/><BR/>I haven't actually had very many jobs. I've worked long term at all my jobs. But probably the waitressing job where I was sexually harassed on a weekly basis would be up there! WOO, being the only girl in a male work place = no.Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-29387823096866816782007-02-08T15:15:00.000-05:002007-02-08T15:15:00.000-05:00Good post, I hated a job I once had because one of...Good post, I hated a job I once had because one of the middle managers was a control freak. She gave the best jobs to her "favorites" and reduced some staff to tears. She hawled me into her office once and accused me of undermining her authority. All I did was get myself and a colleague to go on a training day. She didn't like me much, so whatever I did was wrong.FWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02117308901968785109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-11183422436585950002007-02-08T14:34:00.000-05:002007-02-08T14:34:00.000-05:00This job of yours sounds dreadful. I like quittin...This job of yours sounds dreadful. I like quitting on the spot like that. Sure does stick it to the man.<BR/><BR/>I've had way too many bad jobs to mention just one. I think one guy was in the Witness Relocation Program. He owned a deli and hated making eye contact with customers.eganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03783658744477659987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-49734833525972250042007-02-08T14:27:00.000-05:002007-02-08T14:27:00.000-05:00That place sounds awful! It must have been a reli...That place sounds awful! It must have been a relief to quit it. I have been pretty lucky with jobs and haven't had to work at something too sketchy or with a horrible boss.laura b.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15086009761943858915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-14812430754906742502007-02-08T13:48:00.000-05:002007-02-08T13:48:00.000-05:00Tara ~ That sounds like lots of fun. Bottles and t...Tara ~ That sounds like lots of fun. Bottles and toilets don't mix well.<BR/><BR/>Reformat ~ Mmmmm mexican food.<BR/><BR/>arm ~ I used to work at another place where a shift manager embezzeled funds. I knew about it and after I quit working there I called the manager and tipped them off. Don't know what ever came of it.<BR/><BR/>lefty ~ Do you hate the smell of chicken now?<BR/><BR/>MiniJonB ~ How were the crappy?<BR/><BR/>Babybull40 ~ I will make sure to check it out!Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09995636108623685490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-86277637901651323122007-02-08T13:00:00.000-05:002007-02-08T13:00:00.000-05:00Great post.. That is toobad that people have to be...Great post.. That is toobad that people have to be such ignorant fools.. and they ought to be in a different field..I will blog about my worst job..it's a good one..Mrs. Hairy Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17953176969674262877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-12952013132787651192007-02-08T12:53:00.000-05:002007-02-08T12:53:00.000-05:00I had a job in college doing fundraising for non-p...I had a job in college doing fundraising for non-profit groups. (They were ligit, unlike your deal) However, they were a really crappy employer on sooo many levels.minijonbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13310827608075981019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-80423968179045169952007-02-08T12:48:00.000-05:002007-02-08T12:48:00.000-05:00That photo looks like the Flatulent False Teeth La...That photo looks like the Flatulent False Teeth Lady from Sizzle's blog!<BR/><BR/>My worst job: SOMETIMES the one I have now. Otherwise, it was my job as a peon in the meat market of a supermarket. I cleaned saws, washed dishes, mopped floors and cooked broiled chicken for 8 hours a day. I came home at the end of the day smelling like the dirty grease from the chicken cooker.Leftyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08785228188055567426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-11515617955959225562007-02-08T11:49:00.000-05:002007-02-08T11:49:00.000-05:00Wow! Good idea quitting on that one. Working at ...Wow! Good idea quitting on that one. Working at a place where you just don't feel "right" is the worst. I never worked anywhere that was that sketchy, but I've worked at one hotel where the GM and the F&B director were stealing money & blaming the bartenders. Luckily, I was "laid off" prior to their demise, so I didn't have to worry about going down in flames with them.armalicioushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15569772344297408167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-80781094386790961742007-02-08T11:00:00.000-05:002007-02-08T11:00:00.000-05:00I can't think of any jobs that were awful like you...I can't think of any jobs that were awful like yours. My first job was working at Taco Johns - it was SO gross to feel covered in grease at all times.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26415331.post-961630587682645932007-02-08T10:33:00.000-05:002007-02-08T10:33:00.000-05:00Oh good post, good post. One job springs to mind f...Oh good post, good post. One job springs to mind for me, and it wasn't the job where I pulled a swamped beer bottle out of the one and only toilet in the mens' room. I have another in mind. >:)Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16103812856035857566noreply@blogger.com