Worst job you have had in your life.

Mortuary Technician.

Actually I'd like to change my mind. Working at Board Products making polystyrene inserts, those things that your TVs and the like come encased in. Due to the use of hot water in the process, at the end of the day your hands were all pink and wrinkled like you'd been in the bath all day. One knock could take a lump of skin off that hurt like a bitch for days.
 
Lots of these don't sound that bad, just a lot of hard physical work.

When I were a lad (this is all true by the way) I worked in the City as a recruitment agent mostly for clerical staff. This was before computers so all the data was on paper forms that the applicants had to fill out.
Because the City was then (and for all I know still is) racist, for the applicants who were "non-white" I was required to draw a star at the top of the form. The parallels with Nazi Germany were not lost on me!
Once a returning applicant saw the star and asked what it meant and I told her the company line which was "it means you're a special candidate".
I got fired after sending a "non-white" candidate to Liberty Life Insurance (of South Africa) whose Indian HR manager wouldn't even interview the guy.
Never been so happy to leave a job.

This though, sounds awful. Quite eye opening.
 
I worked in demolition for my dad for several short stints. I'm adverse to hard physical work myself, it's dangerous, and being a newb working with my dad meant I spent a lot of the time doing boring stuff because he didn't want to tell my mom I got myself killed I guess.

Working in an atos call centre was still worse though. Some people will make any job crappy.
 
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Compared to some who've posted, I think I've gotten off quite lightly.

My first real job after finishing sixth form was office based, and the job itself was not actually too bad. However I was roomed with a senior colleague who took it upon herself to make me as miserable as possible, simply because she wanted to keep the office to herself in order to skive. She micro-managed my work and continually changed it, then would shriek at me saying that I should have done things the original way. She'd then feed back to our mutual boss that I was not doing my job. Most annoying of all, she made a sport of humiliating me in front of other people on a daily basis.

Despite getting to the point that I was losing the will to live, I believed this was how workplaces operated - it was my first "proper" job after all. It wasn't until HR approached me because concerned colleagues had tipped them off that I realised it was all wrong. Although the stupid cow got off scot free, I had the last laugh as within 18 months I was promoted beyond her level and no longer had to work with her.

Looking back I can't believe I was naïve enough to let this carry on for months. I guess in a way it taught me a valuable lesson in how not to treat others.
 
Cash and carry when I was still in school. Used to do it on the weekend.

Bloody killer on the back.

Still I was so happy when I got paid, made me feel like a big man :D
 
Actually I'd like to change my mind. Working at Board Products making polystyrene inserts, those things that your TVs and the like come encased in. Due to the use of hot water in the process, at the end of the day your hands were all pink and wrinkled like you'd been in the bath all day. One knock could take a lump of skin off that hurt like a bitch for days.

Gloves?
 
Worked in a cake factory for one day as that's all i could handle. had to get up at 5am walk to a hotel to be picked up at 6am and driven to the factory and start work at 7am for a 12 hour shift, got home 9am exhausted and never bothered to show up the next day.

I had to hold some reel while the label machine stamped its labels on some cake boxes, it was awful, so boring and full of weirdos.
 
Working for a competitor (gets starred out on here), high street electronics retailer that sell all sorts, but one of the only places on the high street you can find actual components such as resistors and capacitors etc.

It was absolutely dreadful. Retail is bad enough, but the assistant manager was clueless and had us trying all sort of terrible sales tactics.
 
I worked as a tech for a small IT firm. Two of the middle managers were born-again Christians and they were always trying it on me. They just never get the message that I was clearly uninterested. Their persistent behaviour made me feel like a nobody and I went through depression because of it. They even tried it on with our suppliers, so it was no wonder that we folded a couple of years later. I had to go through grievance procedure, which just ended up in a grassing match between me and the 2 born-agains. I refused to bend over or resign, so I set them up. End result - they were ostracised; one resigned and the other one got the chop soon afterwards.
 
Working in a cinema. It was around the time that Harry Potter came out too, oh god it was soooo bad. One day just decided I was never going back and never did - didn't contact them, never heard from them...!

No matter what they try and tell you - the popcorn is NOT fresh! Eww!
 
Print Technician:

-Poorly paid (started on £10k/year)
-Non-standard hours (rotating early/late shifts, had to work every other Saturday morning)
-One of only two people in the job so the buck stopped with me if my co-worker wasn't around
-Very stressful at times due to the above e.g. when co-worker on holiday had to work extra hours and if there were any problems they used to pile up and you couldn't deal with them because you were too busy trying to keep head above water with the 'normal' work; the phone would ring and I'd dread what it could be and all the while talking to someone worrying about something else I was trying to do falling further behind
-High level of responsibility i.e. if I made a mistake then potentially hundreds or thousands of documents sent out could be wrong, placing POs for hundreds of pounds every week, needing to maintain stock levels and predict usage etc
-An absolute ****ton of information to remember e.g. we had at least 50 different paper stocks to print different documents on, plus literally dozens of manual workarounds for quirks of the system
-Quite complex at times e.g. making design changes to documents on old proprietary systems, requesting right files from mainframe systems etc
-General lack of respect from some departments treating us as slaves to bring them boxes of paper, change toners etc even when we were exceedingly busy
-Little in the way of transferable skills outside the organisation, which made it a very difficult job to move on from or be recognised for, despite arguably having more real world day-to-day responsibility/importance than any job I've had since
-Supervisor who you couldn't trust, she'd claim you didn't tell her about problems when you had, kinda weird situation as I didn't report directly to her but she would deputise for my boss when he wasn't around.
-In hindsight technically I probably suffered sexual harassment from said supervisor who would deliberately force me to squeeze past her behind rather than making room, lots of innuendo, asking personal questions about my sex life etc. In the end she got the boot after flashing one of the execs I think....

Looking back now it seems crazy that I did such a stressful job for so long for so little money, but because it was my first job, I just assumed it was normal and that most people hated going in to work.
After I'd finally moved into a different department they tried to get a temp in to cover the work and they quit after a week saying it was too stressful so it wasn't just me being soft. They then hired a specialist contractor on at least 4x what they'd be paying me and even after weeks in the job I still had to help them out on pretty much a daily basis because it was such a varied and complex (in a bad, clunky way) job.
 
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I was a dustman for a while, in the summer whilst I was at Uni. I did actually quite enjoy it in a strange way. Some very amusing work colleagues. Some of the stuff they got up to was crazy. Bored (and not very classy) house wifes included.
 
I was a dustman for a while, in the summer whilst I was at Uni. I did actually quite enjoy it in a strange way. Some very amusing work colleagues. Some of the stuff they got up to was crazy. Bored (and not very classy) house wifes included.

You really must elaborate on that last point.
 
I was a dustman for a while, in the summer whilst I was at Uni. I did actually quite enjoy it in a strange way. Some very amusing work colleagues. Some of the stuff they got up to was crazy. Bored (and not very classy) house wifes included.

more info please :)
 
Can't say I've really had a bad job, though working a temporary contract for EDF a couple of years ago was pretty terrible as their setup was shambollic.
 
You really must elaborate on that last point.

Well, there were certain routes where there were known bored slappers and some of the trucks would stop off for lunch, which usually consisted of eating a pie with bare unwashed hands which had been carrying rubbish all morning, and the driver, or one of the other chaps who was in on it, would pop off for a ten minute walk and go round there for whatever they got up to. I was aware of at least five of these women, though there were probably a lot more.

Some classy areas up near Oxford.
 
Worked during a summer holiday in my teens for a nursery (the food producing kind) where my job was to go along a 150 lines of tomato plants and pick the ripe tomatos every day for 6 weeks. It was blisteringly hot and sweaty, especially under the summer sun and time dragged for hours. Your hands used to turn green with like a "crust" of the plant residue that was a right pain to clean off. I once used some thin plastic glooves (like marigolds) to avoid this but this just made my hands sweaty to the point of virtually rotting so that idea didn't last long and thicker gloves were just too hot to use. Once we had picked that days tomatos, the next hour would be spent going along each line and picking all the rotten tomatos up off the floor.

I really hated every single day of that job.
 
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