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What are some of the best and/or worst jobs you have ever had?? I think the worst but the best paying at the time was my job as a janitor in a hospital. Cleaning every substance known to man and being shit on by the medical staff. Picking a fuzzball off the floor and being asked to put the ladies pubes down.
The best job I have had so far is probably the one I have now. Pretty good schedule, decent time off, OK salary. Doing something I really enjoy and learning newer and better ways to do it every day. How bout you??
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Worst: All of them, whether it's working at a cruddy supermarket filled with Pollacks, working at Dunkin Donuts from 10pm-4am or working for the DPW...they all blew the pay was awful.
I'm better off selling freebase at the arcade.
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i've only been an athletic trainer. for the past 7 years this is all i have done.
the worst steady place i worked at was a physical therapy clinic near where i live in queens. the owners weren't the nicest of people. they would belittle the employees (& sometimes the patients) right out in the open. they would say jump & the staff would say how high. except for me. i recognized the place as a cult & had to get out of there. i think it was a mutual separation.
the worst per diem job i had was the womens world cup of fencing. it was a one day gig in manhattan. i was the only medical staff there & no one fucking spoke any english. all i could do for them was give them ice or tylenol cause i couldn't understand a fucking thing. it was also the worst pay i ever got for a days work. i wouldn't take the guys calls after that day.
i'm pretty happy where i am now. one of my jobs is at a community college & i make my own hours & can come & go as i please just as long as i am there on game day. my boss is the most laid back athletic director anywhere. i love it.
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I think one of the worst jobs I ever had was working at this dingy computer store in my neighborhood. Some of the most oddball people there & the place is owned by a sephardic Jew- nasty sonofabitch...and he's a theif too. Their place got raided by the FBI not too long ago for stolen computer goods they sell. HAHA.
Another bad one was ShopRite in the middle of Jew Hood in Boro Park, in Brooklyn. No explanation needed.
Food jobs are the worst. I worked in 2 delis. Ugh.
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Maybe I'm just a happy go lucky guy or some shit but regardless of how much I hate a particular job while I'm doing it I always look back on each of them with a feeling of nostalgia.
Light industrial temp work was cool. Going from warehouse to warehouse doing anything from janitorial to building racks and conveyor components was cool because it was more or less a layed back atmosphere. If you wanted to take a day off you did so and came back in the next day no questions asked. I made anywhere from minumum wage to 7/hour.
Another minimum wage job was picking cantaloupes. Getting up at 6am was a bitch on summer vacation but we worked for 6 hours and I got home before most of my friend's days were getting started. And we got paid daily which always rocks.
Working at a Dairy Queen flipping burgers for a high and mighty born again christian bitch sucked ass but I can't even look down on that job because it is where I later met my wife. And free food when youre in college is always a plus.
Warehouse security was a cake job feeding my glutony. I worked the late shift when there were little to no workers in the building so I Just watched the cameras all night. The only downfall was the fucking polyester uniform.
I sold credit card insurance (what a scam) at a little call center. It was all incoming calls though so you didn't have to piss people off at dinner which is a plus. Once they switched me to outbound calling I quit and a week or two later my uncle hired me as a paralegal.
This job has it low points but all in all it's pretty cool. I'm sure I'll be bitching about it in a couple months again but that's just what I do.
I would have to say that my favorite out of all of those would be the telemarketing though. I was big into trying to get a radio gig (before I started a family working for peanuts moving from city to city seemed like an OK idea) That job helped me become a more effective talker (since then it has all gone to shit and I've begun stuttering or stammering lately). Mostly I digged it because it was a slow paced atmosphere where you could sit around and talk to the people around you in between calls. Made a lot of good friends.
If you made it this far I commend you. I feel if I go back and read this again I will fall asleep listening to myself. :disappointed:
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Ive never really had a bad job. My hardest was masonry laborer. My best was working for my buddys dads catering company. Me, my buddy, and his dad would all get blazed and go to work. Id just be stoned in the kitchen all day, making spinach and almond stuffed chicken breasts. Dont know why I ever quit that job. I must be a moron.
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When after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I’m a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what’s confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me lucifer ’cause I’m in need of some restraint So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, what’s my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what’s my name I tell you one time, you’re to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah What’s me name Tell me, baby, what’s my name Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah</b></font></marquee><marquee><font size=1 color=red><b>Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day And if you don't understand him and he don't die young He'll probly just ride away Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian moringin's Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night And them that don't know him won't like him And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him He ain't wrong he's just different but his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such</b></font></marquee><marquee><font size=1 color=grey><b>What dey gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggaz to arrest Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out to all the families that went through the struggle Yeah, from the heart It was from the heart, everything was real All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe Why my old Earth had so many seeds But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit She cried, and grandma held the family down I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke" So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit Case worker had her runnin back to face to face I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here... why? Yeah, yo All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through Word up mommy, I love you Word up It was all you, word, you brought me in like this I sit and think about All the times we did without, yeah I always said I woudn't cry When I saw tears in your eyes I understand that daddy's not here now But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah All things that I did from this to them Oh from drugs to being there Being down and out and I love you always Yeah, you say You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star And them planets, that exist in my space Like man woman and child You understand? We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us I remember them good ol days Because see, that's the child I was What made me the man I am today See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh You're never gonna make it where you're goin, aheh Because you lost the reality of yourself So take one stroll through your mind And see what you will find And you'll see a whole universe all over again and again and again and again and again Heheheh, yeah heheheheh ahaheheheh
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Maybe I'm just a happy go lucky guy or some shit but regardless of how much I hate a particular job while I'm doing it I always look back on each of them with a feeling of nostalgia.
Light industrial temp work was cool. Going from warehouse to warehouse doing anything from janitorial to building racks and conveyor components was cool because it was more or less a layed back atmosphere. If you wanted to take a day off you did so and came back in the next day no questions asked. I made anywhere from minumum wage to 7/hour.
Another minimum wage job was picking cantaloupes. Getting up at 6am was a bitch on summer vacation but we worked for 6 hours and I got home before most of my friend's days were getting started. And we got paid daily which always rocks.
Working at a Dairy Queen flipping burgers for a high and mighty born again christian bitch sucked ass but I can't even look down on that job because it is where I later met my wife. And free food when youre in college is always a plus.
Warehouse security was a cake job feeding my glutony. I worked the late shift when there were little to no workers in the building so I Just watched the cameras all night. The only downfall was the fucking polyester uniform.
I sold credit card insurance (what a scam) at a little call center. It was all incoming calls though so you didn't have to piss people off at dinner which is a plus. Once they switched me to outbound calling I quit and a week or two later my uncle hired me as a paralegal.
This job has it low points but all in all it's pretty cool. I'm sure I'll be bitching about it in a couple months again but that's just what I do.
I would have to say that my favorite out of all of those would be the telemarketing though. I was big into trying to get a radio gig (before I started a family working for peanuts moving from city to city seemed like an OK idea) That job helped me become a more effective talker (since then it has all gone to shit and I've begun stuttering or stammering lately). Mostly I digged it because it was a slow paced atmosphere where you could sit around and talk to the people around you in between calls. Made a lot of good friends.
If you made it this far I commend you. I feel if I go back and read this again I will fall asleep listening to myself. :disappointed:
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Anything having to do with work sucks.
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Worst job I've ever had was working in a rib joint near my house. It was disgusting, the people were animals, and the way they prepared the food in the kitchen was horrible. I had just left my previous gig as a waiter in a restaurant where I was making an easy $200-$300+ a night job (Fridays and weekends). I went to this place because the boss at the restaurant was starting to demand a cut in the tips and she was getting really bitchy with everyone. I had had enough so I quit. I went to this place because a friend was working there. I worked my ass off in the place, working harder there than ever at the other restaurant. At the end of the night they surprised me by telling me that not only did everyone at the place have to split their tips with everyone else, but it would also be recorded and taxed. I left that night with at least $200 less than normal and quit the next day.
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I worked at a manor for 7 years. From 15 - 22. Funny story, how I got that job.
I was charged with mischief, and obstructing justice, at 15. I had to serve many community hours. I'd already had my application in to the manor, a coveted, unionized, government job. With a starting wage of $11 an hour, (guaranteed yearly increases), and a waiting list 2 generations deep. I rocked. And was on the payroll before I'd even completed my community hours.
Tough job to leave. Great $$, great benefits, easy enough.
Watching old people die for a living...........sucked. Then there was the time the old, almost dead guy, puked on the table. (I was a dietary aide). That was a clincher. That, and cleaning up their shitstains, from the dining room chairs. Worst job, ever.
Awful.
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