Julie

Krista
The Champ!

Scout

It was my first time doing out-bound telemarketing. And my last time too. I thought I was going to be selling magazines, like they had said in the interview, but when I got there all ready to go, they gave me the list of phone numbers and a script to read that looked to me like it was selling funeral plans! And it was. I thought I'd give it a try. I didn't realise that the list of phone numbers they had given me were all of people over 65, and when I called them, I got the worst reactions!! Everything from hanging up to cursing. The worst one was a woman who began sobbing, and told me that she wasn't ready to die yet, "I don't WANT to die!" and why did I keep calling her trying to get her to an early grave, and on and on. The next one I got was an old man who told me that when he died they could bury him upside down head-first so everyone could kiss hiss a** goodbye! Then he cussed me up one side and down the other. At this point I was crying, and refused to make any further calls. The supervisor came over, put his arms around my shoulders, gave me a "pep" talk, and sent me back in. The next call was another old woman who couldn't even hear what I was trying to say, until she turned her hearing aid up, and then when she heard me she told me I should be ashamed, and asked me how could I live with myself. At that point I got up and walked out, with the supervisor yelling at me all the way to my car.

I work at a Daycare, and I know most people are thinking 'oh that would so fun working with little kids' ... well, think again. Let me take you through a basic day at my job. First I walk in the door and get ambushed by 20 to 30 screaming 1-3 year olds( and those kids are strong I come home with a new bruise everyday from one of them kicking me or hitting me, not to mention biting.). Then I spend about 2 hours doing what seems like a thousand dirty dishes and sweeping, moping and washing walls. Oh then comes the fun part, changing dirty diapers. There is nothing worse than that. I have seen it all from diarrhea to multi-colored poop, oh and when you can tell what the kids had for lunch.....ewww!!! I change about 40-50 diapers a day. Then on garbage day I have to stuff the bags of dirty diapers in the cans, and if it was a week when all the kids were there I usually end up having to actually get in the garbage can to stomp on it so it will all fit. Nothing like having to come home smelling of dirty diapers, or end up with some of it on your shoes. Oh and on top of everything else my step-mom owns the daycare which means no faking sick, when I go home I still have to hear about what happened at the daycare, and I HAVE TO WORK WITH MY STEP-MOM!!!!!

My very First job. I was fifteen and working for a Trapping Supply company. Yes that's right, all you PETA types, wild animal traps. Not only did I have to deal handling the actual traps and test them prior to shipping them, I also had to fill the bottles of "lures" we sold. Shelves of one gallon jugs filled with every type of wild animal urine you can imagine. "Female Fox", "Male Mink", and my favorite "Skunk" ... My job: take the one gallon jugs and pour an ounce or two into a small bottle, seal it up and pack it into the box. One night after a small spill of "Wolervine in Heat" I had to ride home naked with my mom, my clothes in several plastic bags in the trunk, which she doused with gasoline and burned when we got home. The only job that I can think of that's worse -- the guy who filled the gallon jugs.

Angela

Jen

I work at one of the largest egg producing farms in the US. I am on the vaccinating crew. When the hens are twelve weeks old the must be vaccinated.

They are fairly large at this age and the have very bad attitudes towards you grabbing them out of the cage by their tail feathers! Once you get one in your hand you must have it by both wings before it is totally out of the cage or it will scratch the shit out of you. Then you take a pox gun loaded with this blue dyed fowl pox and poke it in the wing web twice with it. If you lucky you won't stab yourself with the contraption because the needle is thick as a knitting needle...the pox will not hurt you but the hole created with that large needle hurts real bad. The whole while the chicken is screaming at the top of its lungs, and kicking and scratching and you must still hang on to it for your partner who has to pull some skin up on the back of its neck and inject a second vaccine into it. If this is done wrong you kill the poor thing because all that is there is the spinal cord or the skin.

You cannot inject this stuff into yourself or you end up in the hospital because it is an oil based vaccine and must be lanced and drained for two days then stitched shut. Trust me I've done it. If they don't get it out it can rot your bone. There are 18 birds in each cage to get out. If you are having a good day they will stay in there until you get them out otherwise you chase them up and down the isle all day. They shit and scratch. My arms always looking like I have had them stuck in barbed wire. The grand total of birds I vaccinate in one day is some where around 1000. It is hot in the summer sometimes 110 degree and cold in the winter. I get 15min break in the am and 30 min for lunch. I must be clocked in by 6:29 am or I am considered late. I cannot clock out until 4:01 or it is considered a leave early. The break rooms are disgusting even if you clean them, because the place bought pit bugs to eat chicken shit in the pits but they never stay there they end up on the break table or in the fridge, and the flies and the maggots are a whole other story. The best place to take a break is outside, weather permitting, with the flies.. Your food must always be moving or they land on it and you pop must always be covered or they end up it. Most of the time I just wait till I get home to eat. Dead birds are always piled around every where until the house manager takes them to the composter where they rot and smell up the whole country side. It is a disgusting job but somebody has to do it I might as well get paid for it or they will just pay someone else to do it.

Ok I am a assistant manager at Hallmark. Everyday I go to work and get stuck behind the counter talking to some old lady who decides to tell me all about her life "I have bone problems...my dog is dying....bla bla bla" My job is a constant day with your grandma, ya know the one that gets on your nerves with all the dumb stories well I hear them day in and day out! Well then we get the psychos that come in and can't read so they make us take them around the store to read them every freaking card in there!! Then after that one day I had a deadline to get this display finished and just as I was done a unhappy customer who just got finished ripping up a coupon and throwing at my co-worker decides to walk by and knock everything down. It would have been easy to clean up if it wasn't that the display was built up of several blocks with about 50 Easter bunnies sitting on them!! But the all time worst is the Beanie Baby customers. They call every day at a certain time when I pick up I hear.."Do you have and new Beanies or Buddies?" AHHHHHHH that's enough to make me go nuts but when we actually have the damn beanies they come running in screaming and fighting over them and its like a circus of these crazy people all for a stupid stuffed bean bag thing!! And that's my Job.

You guys ain't seen nothing yet. Last year my uncle gave me a job on his ranch ... castrating 120 fully grown bulls. Until you have had to manually burn off a bull's balls you can't even begin to hate your job. First I would have to help calm the bull, then I would cup its balls in my hand and tape its penis to the bottom of its stomach!!!

And let me tell you the smell of a bull's testicles is disgusting -- and occasionally the bull will pee on you or worse. After the penis taping is done we give him a shot and the I slice off his ball.

Meanwhile the bull is trying to trample me (and occasionally I get kicked pretty &^*@in hard), then I grab a hot iron spike and fuse his wound closed. At that point the bull is stark raving mad, and it is usually at this point that he pisses right in my face.

Angela
The Champ!

Mark

I work at one of the largest egg producing farms in the US. I am on the vaccinating crew. When the hens are twelve weeks old the must be vaccinated.

They are fairly large at this age and the have very bad attitudes towards you grabbing them out of the cage by their tail feathers! Once you get one in your hand you must have it by both wings before it is totally out of the cage or it will scratch the shit out of you. Then you take a pox gun loaded with this blue dyed fowl pox and poke it in the wing web twice with it. If you lucky you won't stab yourself with the contraption because the needle is thick as a knitting needle...the pox will not hurt you but the hole created with that large needle hurts real bad. The whole while the chicken is screaming at the top of its lungs, and kicking and scratching and you must still hang on to it for your partner who has to pull some skin up on the back of its neck and inject a second vaccine into it. If this is done wrong you kill the poor thing because all that is there is the spinal cord or the skin.

You cannot inject this stuff into yourself or you end up in the hospital because it is an oil based vaccine and must be lanced and drained for two days then stitched shut. Trust me I've done it. If they don't get it out it can rot your bone. There are 18 birds in each cage to get out. If you are having a good day they will stay in there until you get them out otherwise you chase them up and down the isle all day. They shit and scratch. My arms always looking like I have had them stuck in barbed wire. The grand total of birds I vaccinate in one day is some where around 1000. It is hot in the summer sometimes 110 degree and cold in the winter. I get 15min break in the am and 30 min for lunch. I must be clocked in by 6:29 am or I am considered late. I cannot clock out until 4:01 or it is considered a leave early. The break rooms are disgusting even if you clean them, because the place bought pit bugs to eat chicken shit in the pits but they never stay there they end up on the break table or in the fridge, and the flies and the maggots are a whole other story. The best place to take a break is outside, weather permitting, with the flies.. Your food must always be moving or they land on it and you pop must always be covered or they end up it. Most of the time I just wait till I get home to eat. Dead birds are always piled around every where until the house manager takes them to the composter where they rot and smell up the whole country side. It is a disgusting job but somebody has to do it I might as well get paid for it or they will just pay someone else to do it.

Last summer, I had a bad job. It started out OK. I went to the job center, and they told me that they wanted to wash out buckets. I thought "Hey, how bad can it be?" They forgot to mention a few things. I had to be there at 6am, and bike there (An hour bike ride). Next they 'forgot' to mention the size of the buckets in question. The smaller ones were about three times the size of my bath at home. medium ones were twice the size, and the huge ones were about half the size of my bedroom.

I'm not a short guy (I was a little under 6" then), but even so, with the big tubs I had to lift myself up the sides of these 'buckets' to get the hose in to rinse them out. Then I had to tip them over to get rid of the water. With the big ones, because they were too big to tip, there was a screw valve on the bottom. Screwed on tight. Imagine trying to open a serrated pickle jar lid when your hands have been wet for so long the skin is beginning to fall off by itself anyway. Owch!

I had to work for the first 6 hours without a break, then another two hours. I was constantly soaked to the skin, cold and hungry. All that for £3 an hour. (About $5-6.) --

One summer, I really needed some money to pay a large debt that I owed.

A guy that used to work with my dad had a job with the county next to the one I live in, and his job is cake compared to the average working man, so I decided to apply in my county. The only opening available was one cleaning roadkill off of the road. I thought to myself, "Hey, 9 bucks an hour and all you can eat; that ain't half bad."

You wouldn't believe how incredibly nasty cleaning roadkill off of the road can be. Once, there was a dog that had been there a few days, and the maggots were already setting in, and we, of course, were the lucky crew assigned to that area. Well the super genius that was working with me scooped it up, and was running to the truck with it, when he stumbled my direction, plunging the dog into me, and covering the side of my neck and back of my head with delightful little maggots. And that happened in the first week. The really fun days were after the holidays, when we were off of work, and people weren't exactly there most alert in driving conditions. The dead animals were all over, seeing as we hadn't been out to pick them up for a week or so.

Ah, those were the days...

Rachel

Joe

I work at a 'sleep off', a place where people who have had to much to drink go to sober up. Even better, I work on the van crew. Nothing is worse than driving around in a van full of drunk people when 3/4 of them have no problem with going to the bathroom in their clothes.

Hell is having someone in a van with you who has continuously pooped in their pants & not changed them for 4 days. YUCK.

Currently I am employed at a large veterinary hospital working as a veterinary technician, in charge of the artificial insemination department. Every morning I wake up and look forward to collecting semen samples from varying dogs of all sizes and temperaments. Needless to say I have to collect the samples by manually stroking the genitalia of male dogs.

Last summer I was "busy" working when my girlfriend came by the office to see me. Knowing my girlfriend, one of the receptionists let her in the back to see me. My girlfriend walks in, sees me in the act of caressing a male Doberman. Unfortunately the Doberman had a nasty disposition, so the only safe place to kneel while I collected the sample from was from right behind the dog. My girlfriend takes one look at my sweaty body pressed against the rump of the dog, rapidly stroking his private area, then leaves never to be heard from by me again.

One summer, I really needed some money to pay a large debt that I owed.

A guy that used to work with my dad had a job with the county next to the one I live in, and his job is cake compared to the average working man, so I decided to apply in my county. The only opening available was one cleaning roadkill off of the road. I thought to myself, "Hey, 9 bucks an hour and all you can eat; that ain't half bad."

You wouldn't believe how incredibly nasty cleaning roadkill off of the road can be. Once, there was a dog that had been there a few days, and the maggots were already setting in, and we, of course, were the lucky crew assigned to that area. Well the super genius that was working with me scooped it up, and was running to the truck with it, when he stumbled my direction, plunging the dog into me, and covering the side of my neck and back of my head with delightful little maggots. And that happened in the first week. The really fun days were after the holidays, when we were off of work, and people weren't exactly there most alert in driving conditions. The dead animals were all over, seeing as we hadn't been out to pick them up for a week or so.

Ah, those were the days...

Ashley

Joe
The Champ!

At a hotel you get to see and hear more about people than you'd ever want to know about. The worst times is when a guest calls down yelling at you that the toilet is clogged. Most of the time I'm alone (I work front desk). That means that I have to go up there to unclog the toilet myself. So up the elevator I go with my trusty plunger. As I enter the room the person tells me that they've never been more angry that our facilities don't work. (At this time I'm usually thinking: 'it never did this until you came along'). The guest always stays in the room and away from the bathroom. That's really a good thing because I don't want them to see the disgusted look on my face.

I won't go into detail about what's clogged the toilet. Let's just say that I can usually tell what they ate the night before. Wanna know what's the part that irks me the most: I have to do this with a smile on my face and they don't tip me.

Currently I am employed at a large veterinary hospital working as a veterinary technician, in charge of the artificial insemination department. Every morning I wake up and look forward to collecting semen samples from varying dogs of all sizes and temperaments. Needless to say I have to collect the samples by manually stroking the genitalia of male dogs.

Last summer I was "busy" working when my girlfriend came by the office to see me. Knowing my girlfriend, one of the receptionists let her in the back to see me. My girlfriend walks in, sees me in the act of caressing a male Doberman. Unfortunately the Doberman had a nasty disposition, so the only safe place to kneel while I collected the sample from was from right behind the dog. My girlfriend takes one look at my sweaty body pressed against the rump of the dog, rapidly stroking his private area, then leaves never to be heard from by me again.

I live in the US. The worst job I ever had was the clean up crew. I had to pick up dead animals all day long in the sweltering hea with a long stick and a nail at the end with a garbage bag. After I lugged 40 lbs of dead animals over and over I had to cremate them, myself. After that I had to clean the crematory and bury the rest of the remains.

All this was voluntary...

Joe
The New Champ!

I have a farm on which I raise cattle.

Once each year the cattle have to be pregnancy checked. Any cow that is not pregnant is sold.

To pregnancy check a cow, I have to stick my arm up the cow's butt all the way up to my shoulder. I can feel around and feel the calf if the cow is bred. Shit gets all over everything and they piss all over me too. Some of them kick. They cannot kick when you are in there about shoulder deep, however.

I have to test about 150 of them and the pen is right beside the road and anyone that comes by sees me. Thank goodness I only have to do it once a year.

Currently I am employed at a large veterinary hospital working as a veterinary technician, in charge of the artificial insemination department. Every morning I wake up and look forward to collecting semen samples from varying dogs of all sizes and temperaments. Needless to say I have to collect the samples by manually stroking the genitalia of male dogs.

Last summer I was "busy" working when my girlfriend came by the office to see me. Knowing my girlfriend, one of the receptionists let her in the back to see me. My girlfriend walks in, sees me in the act of caressing a male Doberman. Unfortunately the Doberman had a nasty disposition, so the only safe place to kneel while I collected the sample from was from right behind the dog. My girlfriend takes one look at my sweaty body pressed against the rump of the dog, rapidly stroking his private area, then leaves never to be heard from by me again.

I worked as a mechanics assistant for a lawn equipment shop. Every day I would spend eight hours in the sun in Florida in the summer (110 degrees after the heat index) with a large, sweaty, flatulent man named Wayne. One day Wayne realized that the bad part bin needed cleaning, and it was my turn. Let me explain, the bad part bin is a blue plastic barrel about four and a half or five feet tall and almost two feet in diameter. When we have parts that are simply dead they go into the bad part bin. Well, this bin sits outside all day every day so by this point it was full of scummy, grease filled rain water. Somehow (and this just proves the superiority of their form of life) mosquitos had managed to successfully lay eggs in this water so that a large number of mosquito larvae were wriggling around in the water.

It was my job to clean this sucker out.

Tipping it over would have been the obvious approach, but it was too heavy. So I had to start pulling parts out by hand. When I had pulled everything out that I could, and I mean I was reaching in down to my shoulders, it was STILL too heavy to tip over. So, I climbed into the bin and started pulling parts out and tossing them onto a towel. When I finally pulled everything out I had been standing in this barrel, up to my chest, for the better part of an hour. I had thick paste-like grease all over my body and larvae wriggling in my hair. I tipped the thing over and finally finished cleaning it out in time to have Wayne come out and complain that now the drain would smell. I was lucky enough to be going off work then, but unlucky enough to have ridden a bicycle the five miles to work...and have a flat that day on the way home. When I finally did get home I had to stand outside with a hose and a stiff bristled brush to get it all off of me. I could still smell old two stroke grease for days. If that wasn't my motivation for higher education, I don't know WHAT was.

Linae

I have a farm on which I raise cattle.

Once each year the cattle have to be pregnancy checked. Any cow that is not pregnant is sold.

To pregnancy check a cow, I have to stick my arm up the cow's butt all the way up to my shoulder. I can feel around and feel the calf if the cow is bred. Shit gets all over everything and they piss all over me too. Some of them kick. They cannot kick when you are in there about shoulder deep, however.

I have to test about 150 of them and the pen is right beside the road and anyone that comes by sees me. Thank goodness I only have to do it once a year.

I had applied for a job at a small, local lawn care company to work in the office. I had made the mistake first by saying to myself that I didn't care where I worked, as long as it was with computers.

I was hired after my second interview and was thrilled. I would be on the computer all day every day.

During my first week I was told all kinds of bad stories about my boss. I don't judge people by word of mouth. I make my own opinion. Which later consisted of all the bad stories I'd heard in the first place. My boss, the owner, had a very bad temper, trusted no one he employed (not even his mother), had a video camera pointed on every employee in every office and if we left for lunch two minutes early, he docked our pay.

That's not the bad part.

His temper was. If anything pissed him off, we'd better not be in the line of fire. He would throw things across the hall, kick and punch holes in the walls, take a metal bat to anything within reach and blame all his problems on anyone within earshot (with every sentence consisting of two or more foul words). He would round our hours off to the nearest hour. If we started working fifteen minutes early,(which we had to do if we showed up early) we wouldn't get paid for it. I had NEVER had heartburn before in my life, but after three months of that abuse, I had heartburn the entire time I was at work. When I gave my two week notice and was very truthful about why I was leaving, another employee and I feared that he would seriously find my head with that bat. I haven't had heartburn since I left.

Two winters ago I had a pretty bad job - not as gross as the ones I've read about so far but still agonizing enough.

I was working for an art gallery as a 'mascot' for 3 weeks before Christmas. I had to dress up in a lame-looking polar bear outfit and stand outside on the road and wave at passing cars. This may not sound so bad, but I am also from the arctic where Christmas time temperature is 43 below zero celcius!! Needless to say, I froze my ass off...

Not only was I cold but the inside of my polar bear head was smelly and itchy. People went out of their way to be mean to me, too. I had a large group of guys who were younger than me try to pick a fight with me. I am a 5'4" girl and boys were trying to beat me up!! I had an old man throw cashews into the open mouth of my suit, people flash porno mags at me from their car windows, and some other boys attacked me and ripped of my head! They were pretty embarrassed when I started screaming at them in front of the post office! hahaha!