crunchpatty
Old Shoe
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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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biggie528
Lucky Stiff
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Aug-27-2006 16:33
SHHHH Al you're not supposed to talk about what we do at work.....
Fluffing can be exhausting but at least I have him to entertain me, and hes constantly humming porn music....
uhhhh oops, have I said too much?
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