When I was 19 I worked for a temp agency. They sent me to an industrial lumbar yard where I spent 3 days loading boxcars with 2x4s. A fork truck brought a pallet of 2x4s up to the boxcar and we stood inside moving and stacking the boards all day. Bend down, pick up some boards, carry them in and bend down again to stack them. Repeat. All day. The first time I've ever paid attention to the 15 minute break schedule thing.

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.

The worst job was teaching high school for 3 yrs. I love my subject matter but hated other teachers, administration and the fact that I was just babysitting teenagers who didn't care about school.

I was a telephone operator. I'm sure that (when it was quiet) at least half of us were asleep sitting up.

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've honestly never had a job that I considered boring. But my worst was for a certain large bank that had intense sales pressure and got into some trouble (mostly just some bad publicity) for the results.

After a 45 minute berating from my DM, less the 15 minutes she spent on a conference call while I sobbed as quietly as possible in front of her, I put in my notice. I thought about walking out, but I needed to do it right to get my vacation payouts and all that. I had a nice little breakdown after that, didn't work for awhile. Definitely wasn't suited to the job.

Dipping wire ends in flux at an electronics assembly factory (or I think that was what I was doing). My brother worked on their computers there and got me the job to make extra money to pay for undergrad courses, so I put up with it.

I had a temp job in the office of a paint manufacturing plant. I was there for not even a few hours, the chemical odor was so bad I had to leave. That job was almost 30 years ago; to this day I still remember the smell.

Production office at a plastics thermoforming plant. It was a wealthy company that clearly spent a good chunk of its profit paying off OSHA, as the air quality was so bad one couldn't see further than ten feet for all the particulate matter in the air. No lung protection of any kind was provided. The ventilation was so bad that in that little shoebox of an office there was a literal 20-degree difference between one side and the other. We measured it. I surprised it didn't have its own weather.

I was a temp, brought in to prep the office for Y2K in two months. From Windows 3.1 and DOS. I fucking hate DOS.

The job was very cool one of the task really sucked. I had worked at Stroh's brewery one of the tasks was called pinsetter. You would stand in the same spot for 8 hours less breaks. Setting up fallen bottles and removing broken glass on a conveyor belt. They usually assigned this task to someone less competent of running machines. Sometimes the regular person would be on vaccination. If you had low seniority you would get put on this task for a week. Staying awake was tough. Luckily I was able to run just about every machine and rarely got this job.

Working customer service for Verizon...it was horrible.

Selling Avon dooor-to-door to farm women in Kansas...they only wanted the Roses Roses cologne...I sold a lot of that...

Worst - I did collections for a company that did mortgages on trailer houses

I took a semester off of college to see what I wanted to do for a career. I went to the Georgia Labor Department in my hometown, talked to someone there, and she recommended I work for and job shadow the veterinarian for 3 months based on our talk. She said I would be watching animal surgeries and basically learning the ins and outs of becoming a veterinarian.

Well, that didn't happen! The veterinarian did agree that I could work for him for 3 months; however, my job responsibility was being the custodian. I cleaned up dog shit and piss off the floor every morning, cleaned and bleached the lobby floors and parking lot if a puppy with parvo (contagious virus that can kill dogs) ever came in, which they did. I was once asked to paint a door...yeah, learning a lot about being a veterinarian from that. I also fed the dogs and cats, gave dogs a bath with scented shampoo to fool owners that their pet got pampered/spa treatment kind of shit, and once had to collect fresh dog piss for the doctor. I was kept so busy that I wasn't able to job shadow the nurses or doctor for the entire 3 months. I did not become a veterinarian, fyi.

Waitressing while in school. I lasted 60 days and knew I would finish school. I now have a great respect for food service people.

Factory job

Everyone should have at least one terrible job in their life. It builds character. Mine was working at a dry cleaner. It doesn’t sound that bad but you handle other people’s dirty clothes all day, it is hotter than satan’s butthole in the summer, the boss was a supreme douche, and snotty rich people treat you like trash because your job is to clean their clothes.

Looking after people in the community.same old same old.visit here visit there and then bored............e

Honestly my current job is a bit on the boring side...However it pays really well so I stick with it.

I did telemarketing for "charity". Supposedly raising money for police and firefighters disabled in the line of duty. The boss was an awful racist, homophobic Christian fundamentalist who verbally abused his staff. One day I had almost got a sale when he shouted "YOU VEGAN F****T!" at a co-worker ( the only person I liked there who was vegan but straight). The person on the phone said "Oh my God how sick of you!" and hung up on me. Then my boss got all over me about loosing the sale when I knew if he hadn't been shouting his stupid head off I would have made the sale. He threatened to fire me for lack of sales a few days later but I decided to quit and called the next day as his and my other guy co-workers sexual harassment and bullying was making things so hard for me I started vomiting coming to and from work. Can't believe I wasted two months of my life at that cesspool. Yeah right most of- or probably all of- that money was lining the bosse's pockets as he had some weird racist cult he was a member of in the desert community he lived in and his wife homeschooled the kids in isolation ( no contact with the outside world even TV and internet was forbidden) teaching them racist and homophobic lessons.

I've had 30 to 40 jobs. Off the top of my head. Assembling printers. I can't stand being a fucking robot.

Target

My first 40 hr/week job was with this company called Cactus Pipe and Supply. They bought raw pipe from Japan. They just threaded the ends of the pipe, added a connection collar and tested the pipe under pressure. I had just finished High School 3 months earlier. The other guys working there were High School dropouts. The way I saw it, I outclassed those idiots. When I told my boss I was quitting, he said "There are opportunities here." Riiiiight. I went back to TEC (Texas Employment Commission, today called Texas Workforce Commission ) and found a drafting job where they were looking for beginners just out of High School. It was a good decision.

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

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.