I've had two awful jobs.
The first one, I was 21.
I had just finished my law degree at LSE (one of the top 5 Uni in the UK), and was full of hope and optimism. The first job I landed was doing door-to-door charity fundraising. The charity was ok, Childline, for kids that are abused. But I had to go and knock at people's door between 19 and 21 in the evening, and ask people for money. Not just "cash-money", but actually ask them for direct debit every month to this charity. And not only that, but it was in the dodgy part of Sheperd's Bush, which is a slightly crappy area.
So I was basically stuck in this Shit-hole, having to knock on 250 doors an evening, bothering people during their dinner asking them for direct debits. I got the door slammed in my face countless times, got told to "**** off" more times than I can remember, and got involved in a scuffle with a couple of youth that didn't like my suit. After that incident, I was a bit ruffled. I thought about quitting, but then I thought "I'm doing a good cause, this is life, you take knocks, and you have to conitnue, I can't just quit at the first fist I get thrown in my face. Did napoleon quit when his army were in trouble?! Did De Gaulle throw in the towel when the Germans invavded? No! For Honour and Country, i must continue doing this!!"
Then I thought "Nah, fUck this", and quit.
My second one was even worse, but was supposed to last only a couple of days. A friend of mine was working for a production company, and they needed someone to work in the kitchen for a couple of days, cleaning dishes in the cafetaria. Oh, the glamour! I was between two jobs, and it was well-paid, so i agreed.
I had to get up at 5, commute for an hour, and be ready to wash at 7. I had no gloves, a sponge from the VIIth Century BC, and had to scrub huge dishes of bacon, eggs, sausages, mash, salad, burgers, etc... When I was done, there was the lunchtime dishes to wash, and then the evenings. From 7h until 19h, I scrubbed dishes with my bare hands, non-stop.
But that wasn't the worst part, by far.
There was only 2 of us in that kitchen, me the "scruber", and the "chef". The "Chef" was a coke-addcit that would go to the toilet every 3-4 hours do a line. Not only that, but he was a fUcknig Tottenham-supporting (the arch enemies of ********* tatoo-wearing, shaved-head, rascist chav. The most annoying person I have met in person to this day, and I was stuck with him in a tiny kitchen for 12 hours. He'd sing, scream, get angry, get paranoid, insult me for being an ******* fan, go to the toilet, come back, slap me on the back, give me a hug, get angry again, play with the kitchen knives, throw stuff on the floor, laugh, sing, get angry... It was a freaking nightmare, and more than once I was tempted to pick up those knives, stick them in his eyeballs, and make a run for it.
I didn't come back for the second day of work.
Man, it's depressing me to think back to all this.
Any chance of a "Best job you've ever had" thread?!
Edited, Apr 19th 2007 9:58am by RedPhoenixxx