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I worked at a Pizza Hut as a waiter when I was 18. That lasted about two weeks. The manager was a 300 pound black dyke who was obsessed with the salad bar. She would throw scissor fits if a tomato was in the cottage cheese or the onions were touching the peas. Everything had to be perfect even though the fat fawkers waiting for pizza could care less about making a mess of the salad bar. I decided the best way to get fired so I wouldn't ever try to work there again was to apologize for my ancestors slavery actions. This apology happend at the salad bar where five fat asian dudes were fighting over the last bread stick. The fat asians thought that was funny.

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I worked for my cities Parks and Recreation Department in High School. We'd mow the fields, rake the infields, line the outfields/football fields/soccer fields, etc. Sometimes ref t-ball games, was scorekeeper/clock manager for the kids ball games. All that was cool as I was a sports nut, except for two things.

 

1. This was in the early 90's so picking up all the cigarette butts thrown on the grounds by all the parents. Yeah I put on gloves, but still. Nasty.

 

2. We had to clean the bathrooms/locker rooms too. Nasty.

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I once ordered wire nuts for a living. Most mindless job ever.

 

Then I graduated high school and moved on to better things. Once I got my business degree I moved into the bug bucks of outside sales.

 

Can't imagine still being a lowly PA ordering 12Awg in my forties.

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I once ordered wire nuts for a living. Most mindless job ever.

Then I graduated high school and moved on to better things. Once I got my business degree I moved into the bug bucks of outside sales.

Can't imagine still being a lowly PA ordering 12Awg in my forties.

What are bug bucks?

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Kinda like regular bucks, but they buzz when you make it rain.

:banana:

I had a blonde moment, sorry.

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I worked at burger king my junior year and senior year of highschool. However, the worst job was my summer job before I started my freshman year of college. I worked golf course construction as a laborer. After a hole was finished I would walk aroud and pick up all the rocks so the golf clubs would not hit any rocks. I spent over a month working 50 hours a week doing nothing but picking up rocks.

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One summer I got a job as a cleaner at a mobile home manufacturing plant. I was fascinated by the manufacturing process -- they move the homes through different stations, very efficient. But I didn't get to do any of that -- my job was to sweep up the debris, especially the insulation. I don't know if I was allergic to it or if they added extra asbestos, but within a few days my forearms looked like I put them against a grinding wheel. Lasted two weeks before I decided that avoiding forearm cancer was better than minimum wage.

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Worked in a shoe store for a while in high school. I didn't know sh!t about shoes so it was kind of a weird job for me to have. But other than the occasional pissed-off customer it really wasn't that bad. :dunno:

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Worked in a shoe store for a while in high school. I didn't know sh!t about shoes so it was kind of a weird job for me to have. But other than the occasional pissed-off customer it really wasn't that bad. :dunno:

Did you score four touchdowns in one game at Polk High? :dunno:

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Did you score four touchdowns in one game at Polk High? :dunno:

I didn't go to Polk High.

 

And it was five.

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Also I don't get the reference. Friday Night Lights?)

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I didn't go to Polk High.

And it was five.

(Also I don't get the reference. Friday Night Lights?)

Married With Children

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I've had more than 1 dishwasher job as a kid. The kind of work only Mexicans do these days. It was stinky and dirty and I hated it, it paid $3.35 an hour ... and I remember thinking, "Man, if I could just make $5 an hour ... I could pay my car insurance."

 

Dishwasher, bus boy, waiter, pizza delivery, pizza maker, assistant manager ... the whole 15 to 21 deal.

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I had an argument with my Mom the other day on the way to work. She said, "So today, we are paying you by the piece. Production work." and I understand why you pay the people that make the jewelry by the piece, so you can do the work ... whenever ... while you watch football, and I was like, "No way ... you are paying me $10 an hour ... I do a lot of stuff for you, I should charge more for, but I don't. If I am doing piece work, I get to take the beads home and make it on my own time. You want me in the office, working all day on production ... that's fine ... I am not fast and I will be overpaid during that time, but she knows I am the most productive employee she has. I refuse to be paid by the piece ... and you especially can;t spring it on me, in the car ... on the way to work. I was like, "No, this is not negotiable. You are getting a good deal at $10 an hour, no matter what I do." My fingers are too big ... this is little, detailed finish work and I suck at it ... but I'll do it. I'll try and get better.

 

Friggin pissed me off. I was like, "Ok ... for icontact emails, I was charging $10 an hour. Going forward, that and any tech work is gonna be $45 an hour. I'll work by the piece today." and by the end of the day we agreed that the per piece rate was too low, even for the other 2 production people we have employed. I argued that they should make an extra 50 cents per necklace ... and my Mom agrees. We are going to pay our employees more than we had agreed on, because we underestimated how long it took to make one necklace. We had some experienced people that were faster, that we lost, but we want to be fair with the employees we have now.

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We are a small family business. One of our new production people is my cousin. She's gonna be fine. but she has to learn to shut the eff up about ... "This one time ... I was baking some brownies ... and there was a can of tuna on top of the stove and my cats smelled it and went crazy!" and you say, "That's amazing. An unopened can of tuna?" and she says, "No, it was open." Cool story bro. She never shuts up. But, right now, she is our best production person. She has a kid, her husband works for 7-11 ... she will take any jerb she can get and actually likes doing piece work. Faster than me already.

 

So, there's other stuff to get done, that's not getting done ... but that's a whole nother story. Because I know the business, I can assist in ways that are more valuable than production work, but it's also important that I have some concept of what is happening with production and there is no better way than to do it yourself.

 

I know I was making bracelets at $10 an hour and keeping up with the per piece price ... I am good at bracelets. Necklaces, I suck ... but I'm the only one who knows how to print the stickers, with the right code. When it comes to putting those stickers on plastic bags ... I'm your guy. I don't mind repetitive mindless work ... again, my cousin needs to learn to shut the eff up about stories. We all have stories ... or I am gonna need to start working in my own room. I have a room where sometimes I nap ... off the clock.

 

It's also where I lie down and stretch, when my back hurts. I need a more comfortable chair. There's a couple women that work there that weigh more than me, and maybe they are afraid to admit it ... we need better chairs. I'm like 215 ... 6 foot 1 and 43 years old, my cousin is 15 years younger but 280, just had a kid ... 5 foot 6 ... huge floppity D cups. She was laughing today because the DJ on the radio said "Boobalanche".

 

We need better chairs, if we are going to continue to employ large people.

 

My Mom is 5 feet tall ... used to weigh less than 100 pounds. All my life, she jokes ... "This is my baby." and I'm like ... tall and big ... weird how that happens. I also caught the freckles genes. She is an amazing creative person ... but she lives in a tiny person world that I can't live in.

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This thread is about having a job, GFIAFP. Move along

What ever you say Al. :lol:

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I worked at a Pizza Hut as a waiter when I was 18. That lasted about two weeks. The manager was a 300 pound black dyke who was obsessed with the salad bar. She would throw scissor fits if a tomato was in the cottage cheese or the onions were touching the peas. Everything had to be perfect even though the fat fawkers waiting for pizza could care less about making a mess of the salad bar. I decided the best way to get fired so I wouldn't ever try to work there again was to apologize for my ancestors slavery actions. This apology happend at the salad bar where five fat asian dudes were fighting over the last bread stick. The fat asians thought that was funny.

So your worst job was working for someone who insisted on doing things right? It says a lot about you.

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When I was a junior in high school, I had a job 7:00AM - 3:30PM on Sundays cleaning out the machinery at a textile mill. The duct work would get caked with a thick lint known as "flock". They gave you a scraper, an air hose, dust mask and safety glasses. You basically had to scrape this flock sh!t off the walls of the duct work and blow it down so another guy could sweep it up and dispose of it. At the end of the shift, you had flock in your hair, eyebrows, ears, fingernails, even the crack of your ass. Hell, even with the dust mask, you still got some in your nostrils. Nasty sh!t. Never mind a shower, you felt like you needed to run thru a car wash to get this crap off of you. But, hey, it was $3.10 an hour!!!!!!

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I didn't get my 1st job until my 1st summer after I graduated.

 

shoveling ice on to fish coming from the boats.

 

had to be there at 5 am

 

SUCK SUCK SUCK

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So your worst job was working for someone who insisted on doing things right? It says a lot about you.

 

 

:clap: Who else here pictures old far at the early bird specialt standing in line at the salad bar with all the other old fawkers b!itching about a tomato being in the cucumbers?

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Detasseling corn as a teenager was a nightmare. In hybrid seed corn fields, most of the rows must be detasseled to prevent unwanted pollination. It basically involves walking rows with long pants and a long sleeve shirt in the hottest part of summer - pulling out the tassels. Good times...

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I also blew fiberglass attic insulation during the summer for my uncle in Houston when I was fifteen and sixteen. You had to be fully clothed with a mask in 130+ degree attics. We'd do three a day. The only plus was hot milfs trying to take care of me when we were done.

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So your worst job was working for someone who insisted on doing things right? It says a lot about you.

 

This was my first thought. Second thought...Bunny was born into racism.

 

First job - scrubbing pots and pans at a catering place. First night on the job, New Years eve, Since I am the new guy, I get to clean up all the puke in the bathroom. I was not yet 13. I can still remember this one guy stumbling out of the stall saying sorry about missing the toilet, while I was cleaning up the puke of the guy who didn't make it into the stall.

 

I think the worst though was my first full time accounting job. It was a small company that did golf packages, or tickets to the Masters. The place was in the hole the entire time I was there. I was the only accountant and the owners used me as a buffer against the people they owed money too. I would get berated multiple times a day. One guy from Scotland would scream you mutha effer over and over, telling me he knows I am lying and that the owners where there just blowing him off, which was true.

 

 

eta - I have cleaned a commercial grease trap a few times.

 

also worked a cemetary..I have dug the whole, and filled it in.

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This was my first thought. Second thought...Bunny was born into racism.

 

 

 

I'll bite. How was I born into racism?

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laborer, carrying buckets of grout, or cleaning vile smelling trash and filth left behind by lazy construction workers... I can still smell the rotting cartons of milk, and the 'juice' that came out when i knocked a hole in a metal trashcan than hadn't been emptied in months and was overflowing with rain water.

 

I was fixing something on a ladder, jumped off of it, and landed on a 2x4 with a 4" nail sticking out of it. Felt it go into me, and when i lifted my leg the board came up with it. Nail went through my foot, but somehow didn't go through the top of it. Had to get a tetanus shot in the bottom of my foot.

 

I bled every day on that job.

 

Character building though, i learned quickly i was better off wearing a suit to work than boots.

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My worst job without a doubt was being a member of the US Army!

 

But it's not just a job, it's an ADVENTURE!

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I'll bite. How was I born into racism?

 

At a young age, instead of taking control of your situation, you deliberately tried to racially offend your Negro manager.

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My worst job without a doubt was being a member of the US Army!

Did you have to clean your own musket?

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At a young age, instead of taking control of your situation, you deliberately tried to racially offend your Negro manager.

 

 

I failed to mention that all she talked about was race and her being black and ghey. She we go so far as to say that she deserved double reparations.

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