My worst job: in a shared cubicle. Lots of gray walls. Many Xtians. Lots of prayers. A friday preacher. Brainless work that killed my wrists and my feeling of mental well being. It's a scar on my "soul." But, a lesson well learned. I will never work in a cubicle again!
Navy is pretty demanding at times but I was young and capable of taking it... Sucked the life out of my marriage. That much I can say. But that is a story for another time and place. But thinking about the fact that I am retired, couple years now... I survived any fucking job that could had sucked the life out of me. I Won. BUUYAH!!!
Machine operator at a box factory. The job to set the machine up was straight forward. The problem was with the employees like a room full of tattle tales and back stabbers. The pay was decent but was not worth having to explain everything you did, was like being in the witness box in a courtroom every day 6 days a week.
I'm alone with a machine for the vast majority of time. Getting chased down by a machine every 40 seconds, I need to place ~15 boards, 3 runners, fill the nail bowl, maintain a level of material to build with, quality control, machine maintenance, measurements and altering the machine for different combinations. Iv trained so many people on what has been called my machine, that have quit or been fired. When I went on vacation for 3 weeks, only 2 paid, 3 people quit because they had to cover for me, and others were starting to get frustrated. I’ve gotten used to it. It’s not like no one can do it, but I’m the longest lasting person to do strictly this machine, in over 40 years of their business. One person that worked on the machine for 3 months had painful nightmares and needed therapy for it, iv been doing it solid for ~2 years. For the longest time it was torture, but I guess somthing snapped.
I was required to be on 4-6 flights a week. The money was great. The job came with a great deal of status. The problem was I had to word 16-20 hours a day. I literally only slept on planes. It slowly drained me to the point that I had sleep deprivation. It was hard to walk away from the money until one week I was on 13 flights in one week. That did it for me. I had to quit. My health was affected.
It's never been the job itself that would suck the life out of me, it's usually one of the damn higher ups making it hard on everyone. My current job is a damn good example of 2 1/2 years of dealing with shit supervisor who refused to ever truly take into account what any of us had to really say.
Only half heatedly would listen, then try to "rationalize" away our suggestions and opinions to make the case for HIS way. A very 'my way or the highway' kind of stance but always framed as "in company this is how it's done, no exceptions."
His poor management skills and narcissistic attitude caused A LOT of turn over, and people hating work. WE ALL got along just fine and liked working with each other, but he was a primary source of resentment. When problems and pressure would start to mount up from the boss and such, would take the crap, but always act as if he was some sort of victim and it's everyone else fault. Though he would cleverly veil this to not make it look like that....sadly for him I have a very good bullshit detector and would pic apart and explain to the others whats going on. His attitude and management would just lead to stressful work loads, long hours, and just massive stress and animosity. We work physical labour, outside, from 6:30am to AT LEAST 4:30pm, and all that was fine provided he wasn't being a dumb ass. It's awfully telling when we would get stuff done just fine when we were left along to our own devices and DREADED the few times he would come to "help".
Thankfully after a complicated series of events and rocky last few months, he got fired. None of us batted an eye when we got that e-mail on our work phones, and morale instantly shot up. Our last few weeks over work before winter shut down went by peacefully, productively. Our boss was acting supervisor for that remaining time and not once did he mettle with OUR WAY of doing things because IT WORKED.
Any job can be great or terrible, it's always the damn people that make or break the experience.
Call center, all in-bound customer service. Some of it totally fine (e.g. renewing memberships for a national professional society or reserving spots in a Medicare seminar), some of it meh (e.g. catalog sales), some of it abjectly horrible (e.g. using required less-than-perfectly truthful tactics to aggressively sell vitamins to old folks, cleaning up the mess after people are coerced into signing up for financial obligations they didn't fully understand, funding phone accounts to help people pay highway robbery prices to talk to loved ones in jail).
Unfortunately, the abjectly horrible stuff was the bread-and-butter. Killed my soul, made me hate myself for lending material support to such terrible efforts. Its been several years and I still carry some guilt.
On the plus side, I gained intimate knowledge of just how miserable some perfectly legal business practices are. Wait...
I had a job where I enjoyed the result of what I did - environmental restoration, sadly it required teaching and supervising youth that were for the most part criminals druggies dealers, violent, in gangs and so on, the males were even worse. Some good ones I managed to set on the right path, I resented having to work with most of them.
Delivering furniture, some la-z-boys and mattresses weight around 140kg and twisting those through small doorways and taking them upstairs for people was so exhausting I had no energy for a life after work. I survived a year and a half but I'm not doing that again.