Other Jobs That Suck

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<wiseman@#!?#!?.com>

you forgot urinalsis collector..... ;-)


<mrp29!$#?#!@columbia.edu>

I think that one of the worst possible jobs is the lady who works in the nail salon but does bikini waxing...or any kind of waxing...that job sucks b/c it is thankless and you have to see people's nasty, hairy parts that they are trying to hide from everyone else.I also think that putting makeup on dead people is pretty bad, you have morticians up there, but you should add the person who puts the makeup on the dead people...eew!:), Miriam


Brooke_%&!$#$@irwins.pvt.k12.pa.us

hey! wow what a great homepage, we really enjoyed it! it is soo cool. We were laughing for about a year on the Mall Santa and the Mortician. We want you to do more though! We thought of a few. Here they are :

1. (School) Janitor

2. Public School Teacher

3. Postal Worker

4. Sewage Plant worker

That's all we have but we think you could do a lot more. We are so impressed. Keep it up


<judy&#!?>(@northwinds.net>

i used to work in a live bait warehouse for $5.00 an hour. i daily dealt with live leeches, worms, minnows, crawdads, and, worst of all,tourists. try to pack squirming, slimy leeches for 10 hours a day--that sucks!! for more digesting info on the proud occupation of wormboy please contact

 


<sor&*)@$#@yahoo.com>

the worst job i ever saw was the mop guy at playland on 8th avenue and43rd street in new york city. playland (i think that is the correct name of the place) is a peepshow place where you pay $5/minute to stand in a booth and watch a naked woman do things to herself behind a glass separator. i went to playland once.  paid my $5 and was told by the woman behind the window "you can jerk off if you want. most guys do."well, i didn't do that, and seemingly within seconds the window was closed and i exited the booth. that is when the mop guy appeared. he circled the booths as men left checking to see if they had shot their lode and if so he mopped it up.he looked angry, the working conditions were unbelievably shitty, i can't imagine he made much money, it was 3:30 in the morning, theplace smelled like piss and smoke and sweat.it was the worst job i've ever seen. sorry if the tawdry nature of  the story offends you, but i thought you would find it interesting.

 


<ljorgen%&)+=?@mcc.miracosta.cc.ca.us

As a young college student one of my jobs in an Omaha slaughter house was to steam clean all the intestines of the animals, so the linings could be used for hot dog covers.


<%#?| }!brandt@southwind.net>

a job that would also suck would be the person that has to go around and collect urine samples for drug testing. that would suck!!!!!


<fox#%^&*?echo@hotmail.com>

Hey I've got something:I was flying on a freighter for a major cargo airline a few months ago, in the hazardous goods compartment was some nitrogen bottles with Bull Semen- don't really want to know how they got that.....All the best


<ysilb@hotmail.com>

I would just like to say that my job sucks... I don't even know what to call my job. Basically I am a part-time security guard at my college's library. This has to be one of the worst jobs in the world. All day long, people walk by my, most know to stop and let me check their bags, but others just walk on by. And then they get pissed when I stop them to do my job. I sit at this desk in front of the exit and when people walk by, I have to check their bookbags to make sure that they are not stealing anything. The funny thing is that there is detector device two feet away from me. I don't understand my job at all. I get paid $5.75 an hour to look in people's bags before they go, and to tell you the truth, I have no idea what I am really supposed to be looking for. Who is going to steal from a FREE library anyway. And boy is my job hated. In an article is the school's weekly entertainment rag, called "reasons to kill yourself," reason number 47 was "You are a professional bookbag checker in the library." I read that while I was on duty. Needless to say, it put a damper on the rest of the day. Thanks for the forum in which I can rant and rave keep up the good work


Kevin Anderson <Kevin90123@hotmail.com>

10.Lifeguard at the Sewage Treatment Plant

9. Door-to Door Live Walrus Salesmen

8. Street Mime in the South Bronx

7. Freelance Speed Bump

6. Bill Collector for Dr. Kevorkian

5. On-Set Tutor, Hee Haw

4. Guy at One-Hour Photo Place Who Had to Develop Roseanne's

Birthing Photos

3. Minority Recruitor, Aryan Nation

2. Dunk-Tank Clown in Roger Clemens's hometown

1. Spotter, Fat Guy Olympics


Joey.K&%$-@m*&#_earch.com>

Very entertainting—makes me appreciate my job a lot more! My personal idea of a nightmare job is tollbooth person. At DFW Airport (and other places I’m sure) that bad job is taken a step further—they have an entrance plaza where you stop, they enter your licence plate number into a computer, the ticket thingy gives you your ticket, and they open the stop arm. They don’t even get to collect money! Imagine dong that in a cramped booth, never talking to anyone for 8-12 hours per day!


SMD7546&#)@aol.com

This is a completely disgusting job- I don’t know what the pay is- it could not possibly be enough... Have you ever heard of those research firms that companies hire to test new products before they go on the market? They advertise for guinea pigs- they call you and pay you a nominal fee to test the products and answer questions about them- they in turn pass the info on to the manufacturer. The people who volunteer to be guinea pigs are usually housewives, college students, and retirees who have time and can use cash. I was called to participate in 2 studies, both of which I declined. The first study was a new deodorant- I would have had to put it on, then walk on a treadmill for 30 minutes to test it’s effectiveness. That would have been easy for me, but how would you like to be the researcher who would have had to smell my armpits and report the findings???? Also, another study they called me for was for a tampon company- who came up with a new and improved version. All I would have had to do was pick up a supply from the lab- use them- then place the "used" tampon in a baggie and place it in the freezer. After I finished my period- I would have been required to bring in all the frozen "bloodsicles" in to the lab to be analyzed... I don’t know about anyone else, but I don’t even want to see my own tampons- can u imagine having to handle someone else’s????? BLECH!!! excuse me, I have to go vomit now...


Doug Brannon [brannon@me&*gsinet.net]

Its a really cool site. Another job that sucks is customer service for a mail order company. Sure, its great pay, nice office, but the people are so mean and rude it will drive you nuts. The women are the worst they never shut up if their not happy.


Laree Fitzgerald [lareef@wi%#chita.infi.net]

You forgot nurses!!!!!  I am a nurse so I know that the job sucks!!!  I get peed on, spit on, puked on, shit on....in several ways, cussed at...and I am expected to just smile and take it....can't retaliate at all.  And let's not forget that the pay stinks,  basically no pay advancement....even if you have worked as a nurse for several years...the yearly pay increases don't even cover cost of living increases for the coming year.  A factory worker makes more money than a nurse does...and nurses have a college degree!!  And are responsible for peoples lives!!!!!  The Please warn your readers so that none of them will EVER consider this as a profession!!!!!!!!


Joost Dekker [J.Dekker@Pl#netInt@+*et.nl]

In Holland we have a job that I’d never ever want to do ...Cleaning the reflectors which are marking the side of the road.. Probably a lousy paid job (I can’t tell, fortunately I have never done it)...

Job Desciption.

Fill a bucket with water. Take a sponge. ( Or is it spunge ?) Go to a highway. Put the spunge in the water. Get it out. Clean reflector Walk 30 feet Put the spunge in the water. Get it out. Clean reflector Walk 30 feet Put the spunge in the water. Get it out. Clean reflector And so on and so on...octors treat you like crap.  Patients and their families are even worse.  It's a very thankless job


Empeh EM&*)_+PEHI4evr@aol.com

My husband used to be a manager for Florsheim shoes. That really sucked. He was usually the only one working the store since Florsheim wouldn’t pay decent wages and it was hard to keep help. My husband would work mall hours open to close which came to about 80 hours a week working with the public and an additional 14 hours in opening, closing and before and after hours paperwork, inventory, cleaning... for which he got paid a straight salary of $400/week or $6.71 an hour. During Christmas shopping seasons, however, the mall would be open longer so add another 20 hours a week for 1-1/2 months and he was making below minimum wage.

To boot, Florsheim had a package deal for managers which included insurance, paid vacation, 401k, and sick leave. They had the worst insurance companies that did not want to pay. In fact, since the insurance didn’t pay the hospital bill for my daughter’s birth (more details on that later) my husband’s wages were garnished to pay the bills the insurance was supposed to pay but didn’t.

As far as sick leave and vacation, forget it with them! My husband work for them for 5 years and got a vacation once for 1 week and had to spend half the time at work without extra pay. When I was pregnant with our first child and my water broke three months early and I had to go to the hospital (this is the experience the insurance wouldn’t pay for). Florsheim had him so whipped that when I called him to pick me up from my work, he was hesitating about it. He had to get ready to go to the store and open up so the store wouldn’t get fined. So what if I was pregnant, at work all alone in a coffee shop the size of a photomat, and my water broke, he had to open the store or else the store would be fined.

I asked my husband to get some vacation time or a sick leave to be with me. He asked his boss to send someone to run the store for a week and they were not able to help. His boss was about ready to go on vacation himself and couldn’t cancel his plans (I still curse him to this day!) Even days later when I went into labor, he couldn’t get out of work to be with me. They liked him so much. He was a company man. He was offered to take over another store, but he would have to be relocated to another city. He was promised more money, and financial help to move. We made the move with their financial help of $500. So what if we had to break our lease to do this which costed us $1200! Not to mention the actual moving expenses was about $500, but didn’t include deposit, first and last month rent for a new place. So our total out of pocket expense for this move to make more money was $2500. Then when he got his first check which reflected the change, he made about $150 less per week and we were paying $150 more in rent than we were in our old apartment. To top it off, Florsheim wouldn’t pay him the moving expenses until months later after several letters and phone calls. Then he always had to deal with idiot customers such as one who returned a pair of weaved leather shoes because they leaked when exposed to water (DUH!) And men who would come in asking for refunds for shoes worn to the nub they bought 10 years ago and have no receipts and bought it from an outlet store then expect a full refund


Jeremy jblood@iname.com

The guy who goes around New York in the morning to scrape frozne bums off the sidewalks


Anaxander Anaxander@aol.com

you know what job i think sucks? shit pumpers. you know, the guys that show  up when a porta potty is overflowing with poop and piss and make an attempt to pump it through a hose and make the thing usable again. i've attended many outdoor concerts, one of which was woodstock '99, and i feel sorry for  whoever had to clean those things. at woodstock, a mere 5 hours after the  gates opened, an entire section of porta potties was overflowing, plugged and/or leaking. can you imagine being told to strap on some boots and gloves  and clean all that crap out of there? yuck. i can't imagine the pay being all that good either, though i dont personally know any professional shit  pumpers. you'd have to have a strong stomach, stronger than any mortician if  you ask me, to do something like clean up human waste. also, i read an article in SPIN magazine a few years ago about a company that cleans up murder/crime scenes. i know you've all thought about it: who the  hell cleans up pools of blood and scattered body parts at the scene of a suicide, murder, or car accident? there are people out there who specialize in it. it sure isnt the coroner or the police either. these people come in with those hazardous waste suits on and pressure wash the shit out of the place with bleach and industrial disinfectants. now that would take a strong stomach. they had a picture of a lone eyeball lying on the floor. it was interesting, but the job would


Jason C Ajclem69@earthlink.net

I bet you have heard this from many others, or maybe not.... hmm Well being a Sailor in the military really sucks!! Chics don’t like you, you have to be deployed for long periods of time in which your wife/girlfriend may leave you, the pay sucks ass, you work on navy equipment that always breaks but has no equivalent on the outside world, every person with an iq less then their shoe size is made an officer and are the "leaders." If you want more info to put this on your site, you can e-mail, I have no friggin life cuz the navy bites and I would be happy to help. COOL PAGE!! I LOVE IT!!


Patricia Hodges Akir@chyeronic.com

Actually I know two of them...one is the job I quit, the other is the job my best friend has.

I quit a job as a direct care worker...these are the people who go into the foster care homes and take care of developmentally disabled people; cooking for them, cleaning, passing meds, etc...the pay is not enough to compensate you for the stress you have to go through on this job...they can beat you up, pull your hair, spit on you, bite you, do anything they darned well want to do, and you have no recourse...you can’t hit back, you can’t say anything...basically you are screwed. After four years of a lot of crap, I finally tossed in the towel, and I don’t regret doing it one iota. And most of them do not have any medical insurance available to the employees, so you are really screwed if you get hurt at work, which isn’t hard to do. You can be exposed to everything from Hep B to HIV if you don’t watch it...it isn’t worth it.

My best friend’s job is that of an EMT for the county ambulance service...his shifts are 24 hours on and 48 off. But I honestly believe that he has one of the most thankless jobs on the planet...every day he’s on duty he puts his life on the line...and for a lousy $8 something an hour...what’s wrong with this picture? He’s been doing it for over 20 years, and this is all he makes...THIS IS A GROSS INJUSTICE. He had the presence of mind to transfer stations this past winter, otherwise he said he was this close to a nervous breakdown. But I wouldn’t want his job for love nor money. He had one call where the lady shot her boyfriend in the posterior with a .357, and there was no telling whether she would have done it again...

Okay, there’s my two cents. Great site!


Peter Factor pfactor@istar.ca

working in a pet store kinda sucks.  i did it because i like animals, but i quit after eight months.  first of all, any retail job sucks- usually the hours aren't flexible and you only make minimum wage.  i started to really hate getting up early on saturday morning and going to work in the mall till 6:30.  when you work in a pet store you're expected to clean up alot of animal shit-that's pretty much what i did for the first half of my day.  you have to lift alot of heavy cages, boxes, animals, bags of food, etc.  you occasionally get scratched and bitten- i got some new scars. if you really like animals it can be a sad job to see those poor puppies in their cramped cages, looking sad, bored, lonely, basically sitting in their own feces, inbred, just waiting to be taken home.   the customers were the WORST- most of them were really cheap and ignorant.   they would want a pet because it was "so cute", not understanding the care it would require.  they would only want to buy the most minimal amount of supplies, or a cage that was cheaper but way too small for the animal they wanted, or they would refuse to buy pet food, saying something like "oh, i'll just feed my hamster cereal".  We're talking cheapskates.  Then they would  get mad at me when I tried to convince them to buy something like food or a bigger cage.  IDIOTS, I tell ya!  The job's not that bad, I was mostly concentrating on the negative aspects.   Just to prepare you if you ever want to work in a pet store!


MBOONE205@aol.com

I didn’t see anyone remark on auto pound clerk. It’s just a job without benefits, good pay, or time off. People go out and get arrested and all of the sudden it’s my fault. I have been called every name in the book and then some. People never take it out on the cops that arrest them, (they have guns), they would rather yell at me for releasing their car to them. Then they want to complain because I have the NERVE to ask for proof of ownership. I get, "it’s my car, I have the keys." Well, if that proves that you own a car, I’m opening a used car lot. Just remember, if your car ends up in the auto pound, don’t take it out on the clerk, they didn’t arrest you, steal or wreck your car, nor did they park it in a no parking zone.


David BEACHCAT87@aol.com

I’m sure somebody has mentioned it before; but playing the role as Tech Support for an ISP company really, really inhales rapidly. That’s "sucks" in the Shiny vernacular. Not only are we pressed to keep low call times, low idle times, and keep pitching those transfers; but we don’t get paid worth a crap. A bonus? Well, we get to engage in wonderful witticism with people that should NOT even be operating an abacus, much less a computer. Let’s face it, when a guy calls up demanding why his "password thing" is screwed up, because everything he types in the box only shows asterisks, it’s time to get the hell out of there.

Oh, another good one; a guy calls up wondering why he couldn’t get to a website. It kept giving him an error message "only sixteen character limit" or something like that. I asked him what the URL was, and I went to the site just fine. Then he tries it again; "Let’s see, ‘Send To’; www.blahblah..." At this point, I interrupt him: "Um, did you just say ‘Send To’"? Are you in the e-mail?" He replied, "Uh, I don’t know. I think so." Yeah, he was trying to go to the web with the e-mail client.

They don’t have enough Flintstones Chewable Lithium to go around for us there.

David


L.A. Davis businggranny@bresnanlink.net

When I was 18 and unemployed in Detroit, my mother worked for a bank, across the street from a small factory operation.  She learned that they were hiring so she sent me to fill out an application.  When I asked what they made my mother said "surgical garments."  The glass mammary gland paper weight on the desk should have given me a clue but when I was asked if I knew what they made I just said "yes."  When I returned home after the interview I passed my brother who was leaving the house and he questioned why I was dressed up.  I told him I had been on an interview and where. He said, "Oh the tit factory!"  Still I was clueless..... It wasn't until the first day on the job when I noticed a sign above the counter that read: Don't forget the second coat of nipple cement, that it started to sink in.  Ok so they made breast prosthesis' for women who had had massectomies.  In an attempt to look professional we were required to wear white clothing and shoes.  So when people asked what I did for a living it was easier to say I was a Good Humor driver.  And I've heard them all....we kept abreast of the competition...we were up front in the market...we made boobs left and right...Well there was no money to be made except for the dirty old drunk who owned the place!  I know someone has to do it...


ronald carney pooka10@bellsouth.net

I work at a hotel as the front desk clerk. I constantly have drunk guys hitting on me. I had an old guy call me from his room and propose to me, even though he didn’t know what I looked like. In the short 4 months that I have worked there the police have been called because of prostitution, drug dealers, and domestic problems several times. And also have had several cops question me about people that they were looking for.

The bad thing about it is that the security guard that works there barely speaks English and is an older gentalman anyways so even if he came right away he couldn’t protect me.

And I only make $7.00 an hr. with no medical benefits, in case I ever get shot.

I just thought I’d let you know how sucky my job is.


Martin.Gallagher@ge-world.com

Job Title? Technical Integrator

Good Pay? No, shite pay

Good working Conditions? 

Half-finished building where the threat of accidental / deliberate (suicidal) electrocution looms large.

Working way cunts like that English limey bastard harking in your fuckin ear every day actin the tit and surely setting himself up for a ood hoofin one of these daze.

Perform the process of PP in which the persons mind is numbed byu the constant repetitions of phrases meaning absolutely fuck all in a hundred years in German / "English" / Italian / Bollix / Tripe accent.

Use "extensive training" to construct builds in a timely manner

Use primary 2 education to correct spelling mistakes / insert commas / full-stops / quotation marks made by some fuckin g-imp probably in the philipines who earns 10p a week and eats his own shite to survive in his wee cotton tent that he shares way about 43 other poor bastards 

Embarrassed when asked what you do for a living?

RUN and hide your face, and never return til you have got a half-decent occupation


Bruce A Clark [bruce11596@juno.com]

I worked in a beef processing plant (aka slaughterhouse.) That really sucked. The smell in and around the place was awful (of course, after working there a few weeks you forgot about it.) But working with cow carcasses all day was a nasty job, it was always either too hot or too cold and wet in there depending on which part of the production line you worked on. Also, you worked with the dregs of society people who couldn’t get jobs any where else. Ex-cons, alcoholics, drug users/dealers, complete idiots, morons, retards were the backbone of the business.

Yuck!!


 

 

 

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