re: Worse job you ever worked

Worked the hay field as a teenager. Between our farm and the neighbor, we would put up around 30K square bales / year. I worked the barn end of that operation and physically handled every bale inbound. Then, I would load up around 20K of that on the way out each year, about half of which I would also unload for customers. So, I was picking up/throwing an average over 1K bales / week, with most of that during the hottest part of the hottest days of summer. The crew would split $0.25/bale to pick up bales in the field and stack them in the barn. That worked out to basically $10/hr with a good crew. Start around noon and work until 8PM for $80 cash, then wake up and do it again.

Hauling hay.

Nothing you can do will be worse than hauling bales of hay for money in the summer, in the South.

5 cents a bale, split two ways.

There is a legendary crazy bitch that runs a successful non profit in BR. Working for her was by far the worst experience of my life. People stay because they believe in the cause.

And I have had a job that required me to crawl under houses in Louisiana. She was by far worse and it wasn't even close.

Roofing. Lasted 3 days one summer in college. All I needed to know. Gave me motivation to finish college and not be a roofer or ditch digger the rest of my life. Fuuuuuck that

When I was a senior in high school, my mom got me a job at a local grocery store. When I met the owner, he told me I would be stocking shelves and cleaning. I went to school half days so my schedule was Mon-Sat 1pm-9pm. Owner told me I would get paid $20 cash per day. My dumb arse didn't even realize that was less than minimum wage and I was just thinking about $120 in my pocket every week.

So, my mom brings me to work since I didn't have a vehicle and the first day, the owner tells me that I need to stay outside and learn how to cut bait. They also ran a crawfish business. Only problem was that it was January was 35 degrees and I wasn't prepared to work out in the cold. So, I'm outside cutting fish with only a windbreaker on, no gloves, no hat. After a few hours, I ask the owner if he has a spare set of gloves I can borrow so he goes inside and grabs some that they sold and handed them to me. I then ask if me cutting bait was just a temporary thing and he told me no, that was my job. I was supposed to cut 3-4 buckets per hour and I only did 8 buckets that entire day. At the end of my shift, the light above me fell and broke.

The owner tells me to come inside and wash up. He berates me for being "too slow" and to come back the next day and work faster. He hands me a $5 bill and tells me he had to take the gloves out of my pay and also the light that I "broke". When my mom came to pick me up, he tells me before I leave that I need to go bring the buckets in the back of the store. I walked outside, kicked over one of the buckets and left. Never went back.

The store burned down a few years later and no, I had nothing to do with it.

Holding a sign for the highway department in the middle of bumfrick Arkansas the summer before college. 10-hour days and I might see one car an hour while standing on blacktop in 100 degree heat. Mind-numbing.

At least I got those fat $300 checks every two weeks.

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What I miss?

1964 period of time, got a fall seasonal job to walk behind the sugar cane harvester and pick up the dropped stalks and pitch over 2 rows for recovery. Payed 90 cent an hour.

Hay bale picker uppers will also experience full body contact with a bale horsing it on to the trailer only to find out there was a full coloney of red ants in the bale

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I spent 2 days digging trenches under that house

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frick all that, closed spaces freak me the frick out