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crunchpatty
crunchpatty
Old Shoe

Aug-24-2006 01:11

I'll start. For me, it's a toss up between two singularly horrible exercises in gainful employment.

At 17, I worked door canvass for Greenpeace. This entails hopping in a van with 7 or 8 other people who, like you, can't POSSIBLY find work in elsewhere, and enduring a ride of a least an hour with some dude who is trying to think of a way to make underwear last six days between washings (His name was Tony, and his idea was that all underwear should have three leg holes, and that the wearer would just move over one leg-hole every day, then turn the whole thing inside out after day 3 and start anew). Upon reaching your destination, you jump out and have about six hours to wander around knocking on doors and asking for money. And they all have dogs.

I started carrying a knife. One man told me he didn't have time to give me money because he was giving his wife her monthly enema. Not kidding.

#2: when I was 21, I was a waiter/cook/maintenance dude in a Mexican/Lebanese/disgustingly over-chic part of Toronto called Yorkville, where people go party when they want to look like they're at a casting call for extras in a Fitty cent video. The tips were for crap but the work wasn't so bad. BUT: my boss had these two gigantic dogs she would bring to the restaurant every day. Part of my job was to sweep up their fur (which daily amounted to the weight of a small chow-chow) and to prepare their (organic) vittles.

In the same food processor we used for human food.

Hummous out, raw kidneys in.

Kidneys out, avocado in.

Avocado out, steamed rat livers in.

Yuck much?

There's more (bridal registry for illegal Mexican ceramics in the back; forcing me to go hawk gay pride T-shirts) but the kicker is she would scrape up all the customers leftovers, invite me to 'buffet' and serve the rest the next day.

Incompetent bosses. Micromanagers. Freaky co-workers. 'Dave' from accounting who scratches himself in public. What are some of your worst jobs or job experiences, sleuthies?

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jstkdn
jstkdn
Well-Connected

Aug-24-2006 18:54

Oooooh Sunny you are mean. I have been denial about this, as are most considering the place where I have seen more drugs done in employee housing there, then I have the average college dorm or red light district. (And coming from Amsterdam that says something.) It's the only way you can cope having a permanent smile on your face all day, and abiding by "the euro disney" indoctrination.

Yes my turnstile watching, pointing at exit, and guarding the parade job for a day, then quitting my job......was something I banned from my mind all together.

For any of you who plan to have a career as a mouse, or a duck. Don't do it.

Ms Helen
Ms Helen
Con Artist

Aug-24-2006 19:09

Oh darn it Jstkdn and i've just gone and applied to be a duck there as well oh well guess i'll stick to my day job : )

crunchpatty
crunchpatty
Old Shoe

Aug-25-2006 01:40

Pssh, Nik, tell the folks the real reason. It's because Euro-Goofy can only tolerate 11 and a half hours of 'groupie-time', right?

kidding, kidding...don't hurt Bobo.

Belle Star
Belle Star
Washed Up Punter

Aug-25-2006 10:34

My worst job was at a fire sprinkler installation company. The owner ran the company out of his home. I was the only female in the company (which does have some benefits!!!LOL)

The problem was that the boss was a crack head. He'd go on a 3 day crack binge and not get up in the morning to run the company. On top of that, he grew pot plants (which were really beautiful) out of his house. I hate the smell of pot! Usually, he would get up in the morning and put them outside so I wouldn't have to smell them, but if he was on a crack binge, they'd be left in the house. They were big and heavy, so one day I dragged them outside and down the stairs and one fell over and went into shock and died. (I didn't really care).

Then the boss and all the guys would sit in the garage drinking beer and smoking pot. That in- and- of -itself didn't bother me, it was their behavior afterwards that bothered me. I would find pictures of naked men or HUGE!!! erect penis' in my desk drawer, they would make leud comments to me, etc.

HMMM! Maybe that wasn't such a bad job after all? LOL

crunchpatty
crunchpatty
Old Shoe

Aug-26-2006 02:06

LMAO, I swear to god, cheesy 70's porn music started playing in my head halfway thru reading that, Belle!

(music) Wakka Wakka chee Wakka wakka wakka chee

Speaking of bad jobs and bad porn, the bridal registry/lebanesemexican restauranter-ette made me give her a backrub one night.

(Wakka Wakka chee Wakka wakka wakka chee)

So much not as hot as it sounds. She was prety much face-down in a puddle of somones guacamole at the time.

Wakka Wakka *barfs*

jstkdn
jstkdn
Well-Connected

Aug-26-2006 05:27

OMG Belle Star!!!! That's too funny.

It reminds me of a friend of mine who went to Paris as an au pair when she was about 15. She even went through one of those official au pair agencies. Turned out that the mom of the house, was a prostitute, would come home in the whole S&M garb, the whole house had whips and chains. My friend after a few days decided she couldn't take it anymore, and went back home.

biggie528
biggie528
Lucky Stiff

Aug-26-2006 06:18

I dont know if I have ever heard that kind of porn music.....

ummm I mean I've never heard porn music, is that what it sounds like? :D

AndreaX
AndreaX
Thespian

Aug-26-2006 07:31

I always thought it sounded more like: pow chickie pow pow

er...not that I would actually now or anything...I mean..er...I was just saying..you know...he he



sunny
sunny
Lady of Shadows

Aug-26-2006 14:19

Canadians have different porn music.

jstkdn
jstkdn
Well-Connected

Aug-26-2006 14:34

....eh!

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