Worst job you've ever hadFollow

I did date-entry for a child therapy center once. It was sort of depressing wading through stacks of files concerning either abused or disabled kids. Paid decent for a summer job while I was in school, though, and I could listen to the radio.

A similar job I had was a temp position in a children's clinic. That one really wasn't as sad, because most of the kids just had coughs or other mundane ailments, until one day I remember seeing this adorable little girl, maybe four or five years old, and when I retrieved her file for the doctor I cam to find out she had been molested and physically injured in the process.

Kids are a huge bummer.

Yeah, I used to interpret regularly for a therapist that dealt in terminally depressed folks. Rapes, suicides, etc. Going over something like that day in and day out in first-person narrative is odd. I couldn't tell you most of what I interpreted b/c I blocked it out, but I would come home exhausted and depressed and go straight to sleep.


I do remember one thing: this girl hadn't spoken to her father for almost a year, despite his attempts to rebuild their relationship, because she felt he should have protected her from her rapist.

****, now I'm bummed.

You wish, paleface. You better dunk yourself in caramel before you get here, if you're harboring any hope.

I've been fairly lucky with the jobs that I have held. Worked as a receptionist at my parish in high school, held a few jobs in the retail industry during college and I generally liked the jobs that I have had post-college that have shaped my career.

However, I have to say that the worse job was when I worked at a huge law firm where the hours were horrendous and the caseload was back-breaking. At the ripe age of 22, I was not nearly assertive enough and agreed to take on a lot more than I could actually handle. Thankfully, I quit when Mr. Thumb and I got married because we were transferring out of San Diego.

I giggled with glee when that law firm imploded a few years later and had to fold.

My worst job was for a delivery distributor for the Chicago Tribune Sunday edition back when I was 14 years old. It wasn't a paper route or anything, but rather I worked collating the sections at some warehouse. You had to take all the Comics/Advertising sections and tuck them into the Real Estate sections which went into the Food sections, etc. The crappy parts were the hours and the wages. The hours were (keeping in mind that we were 14) Friday afternoons from 5pm-2am, Saturday morning from 8am-2pm and then 1am-4am on Sunday morning for the actual news sections that couldn't be printed in advance.

For this, we were paid piecemeal. They would assign a value to a package of Food sections and tell us that, per package of fifty copies of Food we filled, we'd make a set amount. Usually something under a dollar, often under seventy-five cents. It's wasn't Dickens, but it was probably about as close as you got in 1980's mid-America.

Anyway, it pales to a lot of work I could have been doing (gutting fish, cleaning out sewer pipes, fighting wildebeast, etc) and wasn't as emotionally exhausting as a lot of jobs but, for a 14 year old, it sure did blow chunks.

Ditto.

"Would you like fries with that?"

I currently work for a commercial real estate appraiser. I'm the office manager, we have 6 employees counting myself. The owner converted his home into office space, he lives with a dog and a , so we have "office pets". The dog is fine. The however jumps on desks, eats incoming faxes, research data, cc slips, etc.

Can you imagine what it's like talking to a client on the phone about a 7 millon dollar project, and the fucking bleats in the background?! I love animals, but I have loosened all the window screens on the 2nd floor in hopes that the next time he headbutts one, he'll fall out ><. I have to watch where I step, because your never sure where you will find shit.

My boss, the owner, proceeds to get high from noon till 5pm every work day. Not going to go into the other burdens lol. I'm looking for a new job.

Midnights at a 7-11 my first year of university.

Truck stop waitress. Yes, really.

The best part was getting paid in speed.

I like how on your Myspace you're posing as if your stroking your chin in deep thought, when in fact your are fooling no one, and are merely attempting to cover up what is an obviously drooping turkey-neck.

LMAO, I have other pics available, you make me sound old, I'm the ripe age of 25. Show me your pics, I'm sure your a stud muffin. :)

Did you have to make change?

This is me.