Worst non-paying job:
Helping my friend and his Dad re-roof their fucking house.
Everything about that sucked... from the getting up at the crack of dawn to the ladders and the buckets of molten tar and having to wear heavy clothing on a 90 degree day... everything about that sucked.
My boots got tar that wouldn't come off, levis ruined and that tar smell sticks in your sinuses for weeks.
Allen Fieldhouse, home of the 2008 NCAA men's Basketball Champions! Go Jayhawks!
Hail, Hail!!!
fights, drunks, prostitutes, drug deals, fire alarms, evacuations, stalkers, people sneaking into the closed pool to have sex. :fp:
i can write a book based on what i've seen working that shift for 11 months.
I have a buddy that loves it
Gets to see some interesting fuckers and watch movies all night
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My worst jobs, ironically, were working with animals.
My first official job ever was working in a veterinary clinic, most cleaning kennels and cages. That was brutal but the worst part was assisting in euthanizing a terminal animal the first and only time. The doc handled like he was putting out the trash. I went home and shook for hours and never went back.
Years later, I applied for a job taking animals for a company that used them for testing. I thought I could make a difference in those poor critters lives but the guy showing me around suddenly pulled one of the rabbits of the cage and... that was that. Again, it was done with no respect for the life or death of the animal. I hate what that man did to that rabbit. It still gets to me when I think about it. I left that place and went home and shook for hours. I found a job in a mail room the next day.
I've had other jobs that were more difficult, taxing, injurious, boring, toxic or frustrating but never any as awful in terms of experience.
I'm very thankful I have a good vet these days and I hugely appreciate the good work people do to help animals.
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
Worst non-paying job:
Helping my friend and his Dad re-roof their fucking house.
Everything about that sucked... from the getting up at the crack of dawn to the ladders and the buckets of molten tar and having to wear heavy clothing on a 90 degree day... everything about that sucked.
My boots got tar that wouldn't come off, levis ruined and that tar smell sticks in your sinuses for weeks.
That scene seems far worst than that scene from Shawshank Redemption taring the prison roof. Now the question is did you have an ice cold beer after you were done to ease the pain of the job?
Peace
*We CAN bomb the World to pieces, but we CAN'T bomb it into PEACE*...Michael Franti
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
Just out of high school as an overnight dishwasher. When I got hired about 4 other people quit right away, I should have not even shown up. There was a tonne of dishes and a note for the cute morning banquet server to "not do too much work". There wasn't even anyone else there, so I said fuck this and listened to Metallica in the conference room.
I lasted 15 minutes at papa john's pizza. I said I had to get something out of my car. And I just drove off.
I had a moment of clarity.
Worked a summer as a PJ's driver. It definitely seemed worse to be one of the people in the store. Always felt bad for them -- they worked harder (not that it was breaking concrete exactly) and got paid less than I did. Yeah it takes its toll on your car, but I was driving my dad's old honda hatchback hand-me-down, so I certainly didn't care.
I earned $1.25 an hour working on a worm farm but every friday when I got my $27 pay check I would buy a keg and throw a party and charge a buck a head and double or tripple my money
the 70"s were awesome !
I earned $1.25 an hour working on a worm farm but every friday when I got my $27 pay check I would buy a keg and throw a party and charge a buck a head and double or tripple my money
the 70"s were awesome !
I earned $1.25 an hour working on a worm farm but every friday when I got my $27 pay check I would buy a keg and throw a party and charge a buck a head and double or tripple my money
the 70"s were awesome !
Godfather.
What's up, Godfather!!!???
good things my friend ! when I saw this topic the worm farm was my first thought but what an experiance it was at 16 years old.
I earned $1.25 an hour working on a worm farm but every friday when I got my $27 pay check I would buy a keg and throw a party and charge a buck a head and double or tripple my money
the 70"s were awesome !
Godfather.
What's up, Godfather!!!???
good things my friend ! when I saw this topic the worm farm was my first thought but what an experiance it was at 16 years old.
Godfather.
Was it a tough decision between worm farm and ant farm? I hear ant farms are very lucrative.
I earned $1.25 an hour working on a worm farm but every friday when I got my $27 pay check I would buy a keg and throw a party and charge a buck a head and double or tripple my money
the 70"s were awesome !
I earned $1.25 an hour working on a worm farm but every friday when I got my $27 pay check I would buy a keg and throw a party and charge a buck a head and double or tripple my money
the 70"s were awesome !
Godfather.
Wow, a keg for $27!
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy. ~ Desiderata
I earned $1.25 an hour working on a worm farm but every friday when I got my $27 pay check I would buy a keg and throw a party and charge a buck a head and double or tripple my money
the 70"s were awesome !
Godfather.
Wow, a keg for $27!
yes about 1976 or 75, back then you could get a 1/2 keg or a qtr keg(poney keg) for even less from B's Keg and Deli
Any job my Granny got for us.It started when I was about seven or eight.
Granny would have all of us cousin's for the summer.At least twelve of us,as Ranch
Hand's. We would get up @ 4:oo am and hit the hey @ 8:00 pm. In between, We plowed,and Sowed,and Plucked,
and Shucked, Canned. She had a couple of properties that she farmed. We would get a quarter a day,Which we would spend on swimming at the local High School Swimming Pool during our afternoon break.A few years later
We found ourselves on the Ranch in Oregon,Doing the same stuff.But this time she would take us to pick Blueberries,Or mow fields.She taught us a hard lesson on the all mighty dollar. My Cousin and I got a job for five dollars an hour.(Big Bucks Back Then) We didn't just mow this guy's property,We had to Sickle it first.We worked that place all day,Thinking of all the stuff we could buy. When we were done,She took the money and gave us 75 cent's each.When we asked her why,Her reply was,Well young'ins You have to pay for gas,Transportation,Food,Lodging...This stuff isn't free in life.Buy the end of summer, we had saved up 6.75 each.I bought a turquoise ring that I managed to hold onto for some years.Never quite knew what all of her antic's were about until I grew up,and learned that a penny saved is a penny earned.
Any job my Granny got for us.It started when I was about seven or eight.
Granny would have all of us cousin's for the summer.At least twelve of us,as Ranch
Hand's. We would get up @ 4:oo am and hit the hey @ 8:00 pm. In between, We plowed,and Sowed,and Plucked,
and Shucked, Canned. She had a couple of properties that she farmed. We would get a quarter a day,Which we would spend on swimming at the local High School Swimming Pool during our afternoon break.A few years later
We found ourselves on the Ranch in Oregon,Doing the same stuff.But this time she would take us to pick Blueberries,Or mow fields.She taught us a hard lesson on the all mighty dollar. My Cousin and I got a job for five dollars an hour.(Big Bucks Back Then) We didn't just mow this guy's property,We had to Sickle it first.We worked that place all day,Thinking of all the stuff we could buy. When we were done,She took the money and gave us 75 cent's each.When we asked her why,Her reply was,Well young'ins You have to pay for gas,Transportation,Food,Lodging...This stuff isn't free in life.Buy the end of summer, we had saved up 6.75 each.I bought a turquoise ring that I managed to hold onto for some years.Never quite knew what all of her antic's were about until I grew up,and learned that a penny saved is a penny earned.
grandpa had us three boys de-weed his sidewalks & patios. they wrapped a section of his house, sidewalks, patios & this was all red brick that got weedy until we were shown how to pudding knife weeds out of brick sidewalks, patios & things.
it paid us each 50 cents
3x.50 = $1.50
back in those days $1.50 bought a pack of smokes
Shortly removed from college I took a job as a warranty representative with Morrison Homes, it was a pretty decent salary for an entry level position and someone right out of school. I knew nothing about the construction business and I was apparently the 4th warranty rep for a huge neighborhood in about a year's time, shit was really screwed up. I was basically responsible for scheduling homeowners' home warranty walk throughs which occured about 3 times post-closing. One after a month, another at 6-months, and another after a year. I'd make a punch-list and then schedule the repairs. I probably had about 100+ homes that were all under warranty and the repairs were so far backed up that nearly every homeowner hated me before they even met me. I'd wake up around 5am each morning and wouldnt get home until 6-7 in the evening. A lot of the small shit I'd end up doing myself, like painting, drywall repairs, grout staining, etc. It doesnt sound so bad, but I couldn't sleep at night worrying about the next day. I lasted about 3 months before quitting.
Any job my Granny got for us.It started when I was about seven or eight.
Granny would have all of us cousin's for the summer.At least twelve of us,as Ranch
Hand's. We would get up @ 4:oo am and hit the hey @ 8:00 pm. In between, We plowed,and Sowed,and Plucked,
and Shucked, Canned. She had a couple of properties that she farmed. We would get a quarter a day,Which we would spend on swimming at the local High School Swimming Pool during our afternoon break.A few years later
We found ourselves on the Ranch in Oregon,Doing the same stuff.But this time she would take us to pick Blueberries,Or mow fields.She taught us a hard lesson on the all mighty dollar. My Cousin and I got a job for five dollars an hour.(Big Bucks Back Then) We didn't just mow this guy's property,We had to Sickle it first.We worked that place all day,Thinking of all the stuff we could buy. When we were done,She took the money and gave us 75 cent's each.When we asked her why,Her reply was,Well young'ins You have to pay for gas,Transportation,Food,Lodging...This stuff isn't free in life.Buy the end of summer, we had saved up 6.75 each.I bought a turquoise ring that I managed to hold onto for some years.Never quite knew what all of her antic's were about until I grew up,and learned that a penny saved is a penny earned.
The first job I had was gardening and then became a lazy student for a few years. To pay off the debts I became a kitchen porter(washing up) for a couple of years, which is really not that enjoyable. I gradually progressed to selling ice creams at a national trust property in oxfordshire, england. So basically I've probably washed thousands of dishes, mopped acres of floors and smoked thousands of cigerettes, and they say we're emancipated!
Just out of college, filled up my small, twin engine prop plane with urine and blood samples from all over the Deep South and flew them to Birmingham. 5 nights a week through every single thunderstorm and occasionally covered in ice. And shot at twice. Never crashed so I guess it could have been worse.
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Helping my friend and his Dad re-roof their fucking house.
Everything about that sucked... from the getting up at the crack of dawn to the ladders and the buckets of molten tar and having to wear heavy clothing on a 90 degree day... everything about that sucked.
My boots got tar that wouldn't come off, levis ruined and that tar smell sticks in your sinuses for weeks.
Hail, Hail!!!
Man... is that the shits.
I have a buddy that loves it
Gets to see some interesting fuckers and watch movies all night
My first official job ever was working in a veterinary clinic, most cleaning kennels and cages. That was brutal but the worst part was assisting in euthanizing a terminal animal the first and only time. The doc handled like he was putting out the trash. I went home and shook for hours and never went back.
Years later, I applied for a job taking animals for a company that used them for testing. I thought I could make a difference in those poor critters lives but the guy showing me around suddenly pulled one of the rabbits of the cage and... that was that. Again, it was done with no respect for the life or death of the animal. I hate what that man did to that rabbit. It still gets to me when I think about it. I left that place and went home and shook for hours. I found a job in a mail room the next day.
I've had other jobs that were more difficult, taxing, injurious, boring, toxic or frustrating but never any as awful in terms of experience.
I'm very thankful I have a good vet these days and I hugely appreciate the good work people do to help animals.
The poison from the poison stream caught up to you ELEVEN years ago and you floated out of here. Sept. 14, 08
That scene seems far worst than that scene from Shawshank Redemption taring the prison roof. Now the question is did you have an ice cold beer after you were done to ease the pain of the job?
Peace
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
Lawn service/yard maintenance and tree service in summer in south Florida.
the 70"s were awesome !
Godfather.
What's up, Godfather!!!???
good things my friend ! when I saw this topic the worm farm was my first thought
Godfather.
Was it a tough decision between worm farm and ant farm? I hear ant farms are very lucrative.
Hi there Godfather, good to see ya back!
It's been too long
Indeed
That is some entrepreneurship right there!
"...I changed by not changing at all..."
yes about 1976 or 75, back then you could get a 1/2 keg or a qtr keg(poney keg) for even less from B's Keg and Deli
Godfather.
Granny would have all of us cousin's for the summer.At least twelve of us,as Ranch
Hand's. We would get up @ 4:oo am and hit the hey @ 8:00 pm. In between, We plowed,and Sowed,and Plucked,
and Shucked, Canned. She had a couple of properties that she farmed. We would get a quarter a day,Which we would spend on swimming at the local High School Swimming Pool during our afternoon break.A few years later
We found ourselves on the Ranch in Oregon,Doing the same stuff.But this time she would take us to pick Blueberries,Or mow fields.She taught us a hard lesson on the all mighty dollar. My Cousin and I got a job for five dollars an hour.(Big Bucks Back Then) We didn't just mow this guy's property,We had to Sickle it first.We worked that place all day,Thinking of all the stuff we could buy. When we were done,She took the money and gave us 75 cent's each.When we asked her why,Her reply was,Well young'ins You have to pay for gas,Transportation,Food,Lodging...This stuff isn't free in life.Buy the end of summer, we had saved up 6.75 each.I bought a turquoise ring that I managed to hold onto for some years.Never quite knew what all of her antic's were about until I grew up,and learned that a penny saved is a penny earned.
it paid us each 50 cents
3x.50 = $1.50
back in those days $1.50 bought a pack of smokes
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Great story !
Godfather.