re: Worst job you ever had

I've never had a huge dislike for any of my jobs, but the worst one was probably shipping and receiving manager for an air tool company my family owned. It just wasn't for me, and working with family can suck sometimes. I would rather not have a working relationship with some of them. Leaving that job was one of the best decisions I ever made.

Grew up and worked on a dairy farm. In the summer you would milk the cows from 5:00-7:00. Then at about 9:00 you'd go to the hayfield in 95-100 degree heat until 3:00 when you went back to milk until 5:30, and then back to the hayfield until 9:00. Sometimes, this schedule would last about a month. I would drink so much water I'd come home at night and be able to shite through a screen door. We didn't take lunch breaks just ate bologna sandwiches in the hayfield. August high school football two-a-days were like a vacation after a summer of that shite.

Taught one year of school when I lived in Baton Rouge at Hollywood Elementary. What a horrible year. Gave up teaching after that!

What type of trips do you guide?

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If working retail doesn't get your arse in gear to do well in school, nothing will. What a miserable fricking existence.

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That's the damn truth. Worked at Lowes for a summer. I did a "clopen" 4-5 times a week. Always felt tired at that job.

Worse job I ever had physically though was being on a well drilling crew. I had 3 days off one time at that job and I don't remember getting of bed until it was time to go back to work.

Dude, unloading trucks at UPS is the cake job. Loading is what sucks. The boxes just keep coming down that conveyer belt and your trying to put together a giant jigsaw puzzle to get them all to fit and the old guy running the conveyer system is yelling at me for slowing him down. Lasted a week.

Easily roofing or possibly a dish washer at a big steak house.

worked at the Academy DC in receiving.

It had no A/C and the 18 wheeler's trailers were hot as hell.

First day I had to unload a truckload of ammunition. Even with the dolly that shite was heavy.

Mine is easily the two years before I started offshore. Working on small work over rigs and wrenching rods all day in the East Texas heat. We would rig up and down at least 3 or more times a day moving from well to well. I would pray for days that we would get stuck downhole. 5am-7pm M-S. I learned how to work derricks real quick to get off the ground and not have to deal with that crap. I had a separate washer and dryer outside just for those clothes. Those were some of the hottest days. And pos equipment and small pos truck rig. And the pay sucked. It was like heaven when I decided to head offshore

My father owned a residential construction company and I spent basically every summer from the time I was 8 until I was 18 working on one of the crews. When I was young I was basically a gopher fetching tools and shite like on a job site. I'd work about half a day, then my father would come pick me up for lunch, I'd spend the rest of the day at his office, and get a few bucks at the end of each week. Wasn't a bad deal.

It was when I started high school that shite started to really suck, especially the summer before my senior year. I worked on a roofing crew which meant early hours in the summer. Get off early, though, right? Nope. Work 8 hours busting my arse and then I had afternoon workouts for the football team from 3-6 PM. I've never been more tired in my entire life than I was that summer. I was always paid minimum wage even though by that point I was basically skilled labor; he knew he had to pay me, legally, but he also knew I couldn't really say no and quit work. After that summer I swore I'd never work in the construction industry again.


Guess what I do now? Work in the construction industry. Although I'm done with manual labor.