Worst job I ever had was the only time since age 15 that I was unemployed. Lasted 2 weeks. Pure hell.
Wow, haven't heard Moose Turd Pie in a long time... Worse job was a Summer job when I was 16: graveyard shift in good old Milpitas (for any locals) making doors in a hot press and having my Mexican co-workers run me so fast and hard and try and "break me"....it didn't work but I did quit after about a month because it was ruining my chances to go to the Fillmore, Avalon Ballroom and Winterland and go and see/hear that there rock 'n roll music...
those fast food jobs I started at 15 and worked through school at various locations...all were hell. Maybe Popeyes was the worst...I had the dubious honor of changing out the grease fryers on Wednesday nights.....
An industrial laundry, when i was a teenager, a summer job, about 50° C in the jail, soaked all day long, hands in water and bleacher without any protections, dead every evenings. On industrial trawlers, when they came back from Terre Neuve, removing rust sitting on a swing at about 30 meters high, a summer job as well.
When I was in my college years I worked at a Continental Can company in Oakland. You were given a 'fork' stick with 5 - 6 dowels on it so you could pick up cans 6 at a time as they came off the production line. Different sizes to pick up gallon cans down to baby-food sizes. Mindless work, but production not commonly shut down, gave me lots of time to read late at night.
I can't decide: Working on the rejected-paint-job stripping tanks at Tonka Toys (back when they were metal), digging mud out of a flooded grocery store basement on my hands & knees, hand-digging fencepost holes for my Dad's 50 acre horse ranch, baling hay in 90 degree summers. But my least favorite was helping our farmer neighbor castrate pigs; I think you guys probably know what I mean....
my daughter gleefully informs me when she castrates 100 pigs at a time...knowing it makes me groan in sympathy
I got a job loading cars in the garden department at K-Mart, right after graduating high school. I was told to wear a nice shirt and a tie. After not showing up for work my first day, and then the next, the manager, my boss, called and told my Mom that if I didn't show up tomorrow, I'd be fired. I didn't. Does that count?
Spent a summer in 78 loading and unloading a pair of 250 degree 40 foot long truck tire recapping ovens quit after I lost 35 lbs and I weighed 140 when I started. Never have bought a recap tire since. Ugly nasty dirty hot job 10 hrs a day
I think probably assembling vending machines at Crane, or air compressors at Curtis-Toledo. What a snooze. May have been making the little can opener parts on the lathe at Steuby though, too. Same thing, over and over and over. I have no problem with hard work; it's the boring repetitive stuff that kills me. And now I'm in IT, which is the most boring, slow paced, repetitive thing in the world.
WORST ! Foundry 17 yo straight out of high school. I still suffer the after effects of that gig 45 years later. HARDEST, House Mover, had a 8x20 redwood sun-room collapse on top of me...on the plus side I got "strong like bull" SCARIEST !!!! Auto-Repo South Central LA, Compton, Watts, Pacoima......best time was daylight when they were sleeping BEST-TOUGHEST, 3.5 years taking care of my Dad after my Mom passed away.
First job I had was helping out in a truck maintenance depot. First task they gave me as the 16yr old new kid, was roughing up truck brake shoes that had glazed up with a hacksaw. God knows how much of that dust I breathed in!
They are bleepin' chevy's... what is the problem - Oh! Wait!!! It is the poor innocent trailer that has you worried, isn't it?
Rancherorob, I my two older brothers and I used to repo cars in South Central, too, c. 1965. Mostly Corvairs which were sold by Fletcher Jones Chevrolet to anyone who'd come up with the down payment. Car would almost invariably be repoed within a couple of months, to be sold again. And again. And again. Being 16 at the time, I had no insight into how exploitive this was, nor into the fact that I could ever get hurt or killed doing this. We thought it was good fun! Worst job? Night shift bartender at a sleazy casino. Certainly wasn't "Cheers". Very depressing, watching the same folks come in night after night to drink themselves to death while gambling away money they couldn't afford to lose.
Times change... Brothas didn't drive Corvairs in 1976-79...... C A D I L L A C S BABY !! Sevilles were in style.