re: Worse job you ever worked

One summer I had a job at a plant that made concrete pilings. In the mornings I would bend heavy gauge steel rebar into a u shape with a piece of pipe by hand. In the afternoons I would break up any defective pilings with a sledge hammer and throw the chunks into large bins. Fun fun fun for everyone.

What comes to mind,

Recreation Program Director
Louisiana Training Institute (70's)

It's a tie for me.

I worked at a Mexican restaurant washing dishes (illegally) when I was 13 and my parents had just divorced and my mom needed help paying the bills. It was a 6-8 hour shift stuck in that hot and humid kitchen without AC scrubbing endless cheese off of plates, and the massive pots they used to cook rice and cheese dip in. I would be dripping sweat and worn TF out from scrubbing by the end of every shift.

Then when I was in college I was an assistant manager at Tractor Supply. Don't know how many of y'all have actually shopped there, but the biggest seller by far is dog food. The employees are all responsible for unstacking the 30+ pallets of dog food that came in twice a week, hundreds of 50+ pound bags. We weren't allowed to leave a pallet whole in the back room and it was required that every single bag of dog food be put on the back shelves in the stock room, it was painstaking work lifting and moving hundreds of those 50+ pound bags by hand.

That being said, it was a great workout that I got paid for and at that age I was happy to get paid to be in shape. Nowadays I look back and realize just how miserable it was

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Knocking mortor off old solid clay bricks from a torn down factory with a hatchet and then stacking them on pallets. I was 14 years old in 100 degree Georgia heat in the wide open. I got paid .05/brick.

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When I was 12, we had a house in the neighborhood that burned down, a total loss.

It was old folks who just walked away from it.

I went there every day for weeks and salvaged bricks like you’re describing.

I made the same $0.05 per brick cleaned. A neighbor would pick up everything I cleaned each afternoon and pay me then. I got good at cleaning them, made a frick ton of money in 1974.

Amongst the shite I bought with the loot-

Casing Crew

I peeled onions at a produce processing plant.

Absolutely miserable

I was a temp at the Lou Ana vegetable oil plant in Opelousas. Had me working the conveyor belt Laverne and Shirley style with big jugs of oil coming at me needing to be boxed.
Main thing I learned is the ONLY difference
between name brand and generic is the label on the bottle.

I was order input for a wholesale company that stocked gas stations with candy, chips, cigs, cokes etc. the orders had to be input before the trucks went out at 7 am, meaning I had to go in at 2 am and unlock the place and start putting orders in the computer for $12 an hour.

Absolutely sucked dick, I started stealing my sisters addys just to have motivation to go in and stay awake. I lasted maybe 3 months. Rough times, that was 12 years ago. I’ve come a long way