What was your worst job?

[marthamoo]

I thought of this thread after reading on the mooncup thread that you can send them back after 3 months for a refund - someone said who would want that job?!

When I was a student I spent 3 months over the Summer working for Great Universal Stores in their distribtion warehouse. I started off packing tacky jewellery and "Constance Carroll" type make up sets but as the other students dropped like flies (glass roofed factory, very hot summer, no bl**dy sticking power!) I got promoted to the dizzy heights of catalogue returns.

You know that gorgeous range of lingerie known as "Miss Mary of Sweden" (corsets, BIG girls reinforced pants, bras with more girders than the Forth bridge?) Well it was my job to open the returns, see if they were fit for re-sale, and repackage them or discard them appropriately. You would not believe the state of some of the pants people would send back for refunds (we are talking bloodstains here).

But the best bit came when I was surveying one lovely pantie-girdle type creation which somehow had a "worn" air about it, though no obvious signs of wear. I asked an experienced co-worker what she thought and, without batting an eyelid, she told me to "sniff the crotch."

Needless to say I didn't.

Phleghm, hand-jobbing pigs, and spunky sheets...suddenly crotch sniffing doesn't sound so bad

I worked in McDonald's too, lasted 2 weeks, in Manchester's Arndale Centre one Christmas. Couldn't face a Big Mac for years afterwards, would start having palpitations and wanting to clean tables.

I met my best friend packing bananas over two summers when we were students. We used to have to empty them from one box, (oh, and the cockroaches, and spiders with a body the size an old 5p), put them on a conveyor belt then pack them in a box again!
But by far the worst was in an olde worlde tearoom called the "Enchanted Cottage" when I was 14-15. It was run by this 70 yr old letch and his MOTHER. She was about 90 odd and we had to call her "madam", . Anyway, she would shuffle to the mixer, scoop cream into the bowl. If she dropped it I would have to scrape it up off the floor and put it back. When she would say "Oh, I've dropped some chocolate cake" or "I've spilt some tea", I would have to remember that what she really meant was "I'm doubly incontinent. Clean up after me"!!!!Eventually I was "promoted" to doing her washing, (undergarments. By hand.)as well as the gardening and waiting tables.
Haven't been able to look chocolate cake in the face since .....

Wow, sosijsmum, hot hairdryers were a walk in the park compared to that. Hats off to you, I think, as the winner!

This thread has really made me laugh...

My worst pales in comparison - I worked on a Moschav in Israel about 10 years ago - this is the working mans version of a Kibbutz. My job was to milk goats and pick flowers and not necessarily in that order. If it was a cool morning (bearing in mind our working day started at 4.30am) then the goats came first then the flowers... one day for variety we had to inspect the goats hooves - I stank of goat cr@p for days afterwards...

To this day I will not touch any goats milk products...