Being a teacher. Its literally a suicide mission..

Being a gigolo for the Kardashian women. I wanted to quit immediately but they wouldn't let me up to leave.

Picking olives. Trust me boyfriends and girlfriends, you don't want to go there.

Worked at a dog show dealing with wealthy, entitled jerks that had epic tantrums whenever they messed around and missed the show entry deadline. Really, you haven't lived until you've listened to grown people cry, curse, bribe and threaten because their puppy is going to miss a dog show. I wanted so bad to tell them they needed real problems in their life instead of wasting thousands of dollars dragging overbred animals all over the country and taking out ads bragging about their championships. Yes, this is what the 1% have emotions about instead of other people - whether their precious dog gets entered in a dog show that they're going to pay someone else to attend with their dog. They are paying handlers to fly all over the country with their damn dogs and run around in a circle with them in a show ring, so they can brag about it later. Remember when you win the lotto this is what you are supposed to with surplus cash - waste it paying strangers to show your dog to other strangers.

When i was a telemarketer. It was so boring,i hated it. I prefer to be active,so sitting for a long period of time didnt work well for me.

I drove a taxi in a small town for a year and a half. When I drove I was the only taxi. There weren't any other companies and we only had one car on the street at a time. It never ceased to amaze me at just how many guys couldn't behave their stupid ass for 15 fucking minutes to get across town.

By the time I quit driving the taxi I hated everybody, young, old, black, white, brown, ,don't give a shit, hated them all.

I can't even begin to tell you all the crazy ass shit that happened when I drove the taxi.

I collected hand hygiene data at the VA hospital. Yes, I stood around and watched for staff to sanitize their hands between patients. They called me the Hallway Nazi.

That would probably have to be in 1988 when I was the "Bottle Boy" at a Thriftway grocery store. This was well before any kind of machine being invented to help people count their own. I was the machine and every time someone came in to redeem the 5 cent deposit, I was called over the intercom and had to run up to the front of the store from the back where I was most likely flattening cardboard or stocking coolers. Now, if these bottles and cans were washed by the customers prior to having them redeemed, that would be one thing, and a miracle, because it was never done. I mean, really, why would you? But, that meant I handled (without gloves, somehow also not commonly used back in 1988) the most vile, filthy, slimey, gooey, greasy, stinky and foul cans and bottles you can possibly imagine. Many had chew spit in them, or piss, or other bodily fluids which invariably came gushing out all over me when I least expected it. By the end of my shift I felt and smelled like I'd spent 8 hours in the bottom of a trash dumpster. Worst job ever.

I had a job at a cheese factory, my job was to cut the cheese, that job stunk...

I worked for a really crappy thrift store, I was the only person there under 65 and all the oldies treated me like I was an idiot. They would put me on shift on my own without the ability to lock up shop which wasn't a problem until I fell pregnant with my first child, my constant need to pee without help ended up being too much so I had to quit

For a two week period, I was a test examiner for a company. I basically sat there and watched a person take a test. No book reading, no writing, nothing.

My first KP in the army, loading, unloading dishwasher for a 300 man mess hall, scrubbing kitchen garbage cans, digging latrines in the field... actually my entire six years in the army.

Working in a logistics office and processing delivery truck manifests in a room with no windows. Every hour felt like a whole day.

Fuck the capitalist dream.

12 hours of standing on a platform watching bagels on a conveyor. Just about the time you are almost asleep, they would get jammed up and pile up on the floor. Run like mad, unjam, then another 3 hours of staring at bagel going past.

During college for my first degree, I took a weekend job at a funeral home helping people make funeral arrangements, select coffins, and set up payments.

The shock and horror of realizing how many people leave NO MONEY to pay for their expenses and seeing families struggle to pay for funerals convinced me by to buy a 20 year pay, Whole Life policy for $20K to cover my expenses. I paid it off by the time I was 40 and now it's there (along with additional insurance purchased along the way).

Insurance, it's the adult thing to do... (unless you are donating your body to science....but you still need to pay for the viewing/service that YOU KNOW your relatives are going to want).

That would be picking cotton.

Well the Most Boring job I Wish I had, would be working for Elon Musk's The Boring Company, tunneling 30 feet below.

Anything to due with being on the assembly line, standing for 8 hours just doing the same mundane job drove me crazy, why i never lasted that long working doing those jobs but one had to do things to make a living. Why I'm a cabinet maker, least now i can use my mind and hands to do different tasks.

The Army

During the Recession of 81' I got a summer job working at a precast concrete plant as a spot welder making the wire hoops that gave strength to precast concrete manhole risers that are needed to adjust the height of the manholes to the road height. I sang every song I could think of to keep from losing my mind from the boredom but jobs were scarce and this one paid good money, then I found out the rest of the shift had a pool going on how long I would last, the record was 6 weeks and most of the bets were for only a week or two. Every Friday the spot welder had to climb the tower where the precast cement was mixed in a giant mixer that fed the concrete down gravity fed tubes to the assembly line, there were 3 lockout switches that I had to lock out before I climbed into the room sized mixer with an air chisel and a dust mask to chip out all the hardened cement that had accumulated over the course of the week. It was 140 degree inside that mixer and if the machine should somehow be turned on in spite of the 3 lockouts I would be scrambled into a human paste.
I lasted 10 weeks and won the pool because I bet against myself at 10 weeks. A really tough job and monotony doesn't begin to describe it.

"Come on, it can't be THAT bad!" a customer said, watching me dejectedly wiping down a nearby restaurant table.

Waitressing convinced me to go to graduate school. I worked a YMCA program director while in graduate school and ultimately, for eight years.

Loved being a YMCA program director! I learned: writing news releases, designing brochures, public speaking, marketing, program planning, researching community needs, people skills, supervision, training and budgeting.

The skills I learned as a YMCA program director help me to this day.

Germinating sorghum seed for a major ag seed company.

I worked one day at a dry cleaners. The hottest most physically draining job I’ve ever had. I grew up in the family restaurant business where I started in the kitchen pealing jumbo onions for onionrings...at the age of 9!!! The dry cleaners was worse than pealing onions!

At age 19, my father helped me get a summer job, filing in a large insurance company. My dad owned an independent insurance company.

Filing all day, I was bored out of my mind. The only fun I had was laughing at names:

Harry Knuckle (Poor kid!)

King Thomason, IV

Charlie Legg

Myrtle Tree (the name of a real tree)

Night supervisor in the machine shop. If I can get 4 hours of work done in a 10 hour shift then it would be great.