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Worst job ever?

The worst job I had was in a metal forging factory. The heat was unbearable in the summer, there was so much REQUIRED overtime (which was OK for money, I guess). But the thing that killed me, I looked around at all the faces in this factory: Misery. Ruined lives. These men and women were making decent money, but they never got to enjoy it. Work 7 days a week, killing your body, so that when you are 70 you can live in Florida?! And probably live to be 72!

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Strangely, in the town where I live, everyone want this job (cause we got like 5 factories in the city). Well the job is much easier than what you say. First, they are being paid at least 35 bucks an hour. They work on 12 hours shifts but they work maximums 4 hours during this time. Nice vacation during the summer.

Well, I think the worst job you can get in my region (cause you can have a worst job than Chinese factory worker) is working in a woodshed. You work at the outside temperature, that means 35 degrees Celsius average(95 Fahrenheit or something like this) without humidity factor during the summer an -15 average during winter....
 
I worked in a call center. I lasted for two weeks. That was the worst job ever. I figured out that I didn't want to work there after two days. I spent the remaining days trying to get fired. That was fun.

haha. I worked in a call center for 3 days once. I found out on the first day I didn;t want to be there. so I walked out on my break on the 3rd day and never went back.

worst job ever.

funny thing is I went to a big house party like 2 days after and my boss from the call center shows up at it. so I apologized over doobs and beers and he said he didn;t care.
 
And no one mentioned doing porn?

Not the ''first-class'', but the other low budget stuff, although the principle is about the same, one gets forced to do sex acts (yep, forced, rarely anyone could do ''it'' several times a day and on demand, so the '' you get to **** hot chicks for $$$ '' attitude goes down the toilet right there).

Of course, it's not horrifying as that factory work mentioned before , but the whole perspective is sickening sometimes. Not to mention various ''creative'' sub-genres...

And yes, I do watch porn (the regular kind, mind you) on occasion.
Which makes it even worse from my perspective. Go figure.

Moving along...let's see what else sucks so bad...

Being a miner?
16 hours a day at who knows what depth beneath the surface in constant danger of rocks falling on your head or suffocating from methane and what not.
And all those guys working those machines that pump out asphalt, don't know what they're called, but the temperature around it is unbearable and it smells like tar or something so that's another ''healthy'' perspective. :eyebrow:

About the marines discussion:

Everyone who serves their country in that way should be held in highest esteem, although the chivalry that went along with the job disappeared in recent times.
But!
It's a completely different thing when a highly trained soldier goes to do what he has been prepared for and a lot of $$$ has been invested in his/her survival, and when MP's collect kids from their classrooms and send them to the lines.
Don't know if the latter qualifies as a job, but it sucks anyway. :ninja:

And a funny thought to wrap this up:

You know those booths in Amsterdam where a chick dances naked on one side of the glass and a guy watches her?
Well it doesn't take a lot of brains to conclude what he's doing while watching her.
And then he finishes the ''do''.
And someone else goes in after him.
In the meantime, some poor soul has to clean it.
Now, how many guys can pass through one boot during working hours? :eek:
 
I worked cleaning kennels at a Chihuahua breeder's one summer...
....basically an enclosed two-car garage, packed with stacked cages....63 dogs in all.....it'd be a 95-100 degree day, and then you'd open the garage door.....and be almost physically knocked over by the smell and force of threescore furiously yapping dogs....
....then there was the joy of actually cleaning the cages, feeding, treating, etc.....a friend of mine made a mix tape for me to help pass the time....to this day, when I hear "Kashmir", I can smell dog mess......