What is the absolute worst fucking job you've ever had?

i have two. both of them are from my high school years.

1. cashier at a tom thumb in a predominately mexican neighborhood. first off, the cheap fucking manager made me pay for my uniform by deducting the cost from my checks. i only made $4.25 an hour and worked, on average, 8-12 hours per week. even that wouldn't have been so bad, but i had to catch 3 buses to get there. so on days that i was scheduled to work for 4 hours, i spent as much time riding the bus as i did working.

then there were the customers... mexicans that only spoke spanish, old ass lonely white women that held up my line, folks paying for shit with a book full of wic cards... fuck tom thumb, fuck mexicans that can't speak english, fuck wic cards.

2. dishwasher at wyatt's cafeteria (now Luby's)making $4.75 an hour. 8 hours, standing in ONE spot, in a steamy ass, hot room, loading dishes into crate, rinsing the food off of them, and sending through a big washing unit. i was the only black person in the back working with a bunch of mexicans (that didn't speak english). everyday i got home my feet were white from the lack of blood circulation, and that's not an exaggeration, my feet were the color of pure driven snow... i quit after 2 weeks.
 
My current job, or lack thereof. I'm working through a temp agency at a meat plant, and after my 30 days are up, I'm supposed to be hired there;put on the payroll, Union benefits, Health, dental, medical, the works.

I'm on day 37 :hmm:

One of the Black managers came up to me (my boy who put me up on this job) and told me that the white manager would rather hire out to all the Mexicans there than hire a Brother. But he came up with a scheme for me to get up in there. I just have to wait until the white boy hires a Mexican.

That's right. I have to wait... Until *ANOTHER* muhfucka gets hired, although I've been working there longer (seeing as how I was the first muhfucking "readyman" they had since late March that hasn't been fired yet), I've worked through being sick TWICE, just recently I was throwing up all in the restroom for two days straight.

The first day, my manager (a Brother) told me I could go home, the second day, he told me that Todd (whiteboy) asked him why I left early the day before, and that if I left early again, I would be "let go."

And that's not even the part that I hate about this job. It's that I have to take the bus, since I don't have a car anymore (transmission & Clutch went out on that muhfucka... Too much to fix). It's a 2-hour bus ride to work.

Guess how long it takes me if I was driving?

Less than fucking 30 minutes. :hmm: All this for fucking $7.50/hour. I'm going to snap the fuck out if I don't get hired this week.

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this shit takes the cake...how old are you bro?
 
Repo man for Cablevision in Brooklyn. You know how it go...peeps lose they job, on welfare and cant/dont/wont pay the bill...them folx who jury rig their service? After 3,4 months go by Cablevision want they shit back. Imagine going into the Pink Houses, Marcy Houses, Roosevelt PJs, all them units they got stacked block to block around Sutter, Blake, Dumont, Livonia, Rockaway, Mother Gaston (Stone) in Brownsville, the joints over on Albany, Troy, Bergen, and Park, the low risers on Ralph, Bergen, Rochester and Pacific, the Breevoort Pubs on Fulton, Ralph, Patchen and Chauncey, deep into Bushwick on Knickerbocker all the way out to Linden Blvd and Drew and in between around Pitkin and Cleveland and you tryin to get back somethin that's now like a family heirloom sittin atop the TV? With your car. No fixed salary. Total commission. 7 days a week. Sun up to sun down. Dogs in front yards, crackheads on corners, gangs lookin you over flashing signs and congregating in the bldg lobby, elevators that dont work. Folx who think the boxes are theirs cause they been payin for 10 years. Boxes loaded with roaches. Welfare moms with 5 kids and aint cleaned they apt since the last time they had a man up in there. Being threatened with lye, boiling water, knives, and bruhs who looked like they play linebacker for the Giants AND his brother!

Made an average of $800 a week, all on commission according to how many boxes and remotes I collected. I lasted exactly 2 months. Last straw was the the linebacker and his brother with a knife on the 11th floor in the tower on Saratoga and Prospect. They chased my ass down 11 flights out onto Prospect, down to damn near Howard Ave before they gave up. My car was parked across from the tower on Prospect. I said fuck dat shit and took the bus home. Left it sitting there til the next day
 
Repo man for Cablevision in Brooklyn. You know how it go...peeps lose they job, on welfare and cant/dont/wont pay the bill...them folx who jury rig their service? After 3,4 months go by Cablevision want they shit back. Imagine going into the Pink Houses, Marcy Houses, Roosevelt PJs, all them units they got stacked block to block around Sutter, Blake, Dumont, Livonia, Rockaway, Mother Gaston (Stone) in Brownsville, the joints over on Albany, Troy, Bergen, and Park, the low risers on Ralph, Bergen, Rochester and Pacific, the Breevoort Pubs on Fulton, Ralph, Patchen and Chauncey, deep into Bushwick on Knickerbocker all the way out to Linden Blvd and Drew and in between around Pitkin and Cleveland and you tryin to get back somethin that's now like a family heirloom sittin atop the TV? With your car. No fixed salary. Total commission. 7 days a week. Sun up to sun down. Dogs in front yards, crackheads on corners, gangs lookin you over flashing signs and congregating in the bldg lobby, elevators that dont work. Folx who think the boxes are theirs cause they been payin for 10 years. Boxes loaded with roaches. Welfare moms with 5 kids and aint cleaned they apt since the last time they had a man up in there. Being threatened with lye, boiling water, knives, and bruhs who looked like they play linebacker for the Giants AND his brother!

Made an average of $800 a week, all on commission according to how many boxes and remotes I collected. I lasted exactly 2 months. Last straw was the the linebacker and his brother with a knife on the 11th floor in the tower on Saratoga and Prospect. They chased my ass down 11 flights out onto Prospect, down to damn near Howard Ave before they gave up. My car was parked across from the tower on Prospect. I said fuck dat shit and took the bus home. Left it sitting there til the next day

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Shell station cashier in Whalley. I worked the night shift from 11-7 AM. From 11-3 all of our customers were drunks from the bar. 3-6 they were all crackheads and prostitutes, That leaves one hour for decent people rushing to work.

One night I got held at gunpoint by a bunch of crack heads. Dudes weren't even trying to rob the place. They were just looking for a fight. Eventually they picked on some of the customers. Fortunately the gun, a revolver, wasn't loaded so the customer grabbed it out of the crack head's hand's and whooped him over the head so hard that blood started pouring out. The crack heads took off running.

The customer is standing there, covered in blood, just shaking with shock. He refused to put the gun down. I said "look I just called 9-11, the cops are on the way, and if you don't put that fucking gun down NOW they're going to open fire and kill us all!" Finally he got the point and laid it on the counter.

Owner comes in and asks me to count the damaged merchandise (they knocked over a few racks too) and clean up the blood. I ask for gloves he tells me not to worry about it. I told him to fuck off, took off my uniform and walked home. Fortunately it was summer and I lived right next door.

I found out the person who replaced me got robbed at syringe point two weeks later.
 
Second worst gig I ever had was my first (and last) grpahic design gig before I said "fuck it" and went into IT. I worked for this dude in Houston. He had this design business out of his crib.

First, the crib was a shithole. It was a shack in West Houston. The shit had no heat at all (not even space heaters). Dude did have some nice Macs, but apparently that was where all his investment went. The land the crib was on was some sort of recaptured swamp land and he had these boardwalks going all across the land from the house, to the storage area (dude's whino cousin lived in the storage shed), to the trailer in the back that the dude lived in because there was 2 feet of standing water at all times on this property. Shit was infested with mosquitoes from all the standing water and fuckin' snakes were everywhere (shit looked like it was taken off the set of Black Snake Moan or some shit).

I worked there for about three months. One day, dude drives up in this 1968 classic drop top Jag he bought at an auction. he's showing off his new whip to us and bragging about how much he spent on it. Everybody was like "Wow great" and went back to work. Payday comes along and our fuckin' paychecks bounced. I was in bed and my wife told me that my paycheck bounced and I rolled my ass over and went back to sleep. Dude called to ask if I was coming to work, my wife hands me the phone and I just roll over and go back to sleep with the phone next to me. Dude hears me snoring over the phone and tries to tell me I'm fired. I was like "Whatever mufukka, your check bounced" and that was that. I didn't even go after the money.

My next job after that was at Enron:hmm:

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Repo man for Cablevision in Brooklyn. You know how it go...peeps lose they job, on welfare and cant/dont/wont pay the bill...them folx who jury rig their service? After 3,4 months go by Cablevision want they shit back. Imagine going into the Pink Houses, Marcy Houses, Roosevelt PJs, all them units they got stacked block to block around Sutter, Blake, Dumont, Livonia, Rockaway, Mother Gaston (Stone) in Brownsville, the joints over on Albany, Troy, Bergen, and Park, the low risers on Ralph, Bergen, Rochester and Pacific, the Breevoort Pubs on Fulton, Ralph, Patchen and Chauncey, deep into Bushwick on Knickerbocker all the way out to Linden Blvd and Drew and in between around Pitkin and Cleveland and you tryin to get back somethin that's now like a family heirloom sittin atop the TV? With your car. No fixed salary. Total commission. 7 days a week. Sun up to sun down. Dogs in front yards, crackheads on corners, gangs lookin you over flashing signs and congregating in the bldg lobby, elevators that dont work. Folx who think the boxes are theirs cause they been payin for 10 years. Boxes loaded with roaches. Welfare moms with 5 kids and aint cleaned they apt since the last time they had a man up in there. Being threatened with lye, boiling water, knives, and bruhs who looked like they play linebacker for the Giants AND his brother!

Made an average of $800 a week, all on commission according to how many boxes and remotes I collected. I lasted exactly 2 months. Last straw was the the linebacker and his brother with a knife on the 11th floor in the tower on Saratoga and Prospect. They chased my ass down 11 flights out onto Prospect, down to damn near Howard Ave before they gave up. My car was parked across from the tower on Prospect. I said fuck dat shit and took the bus home. Left it sitting there til the next day

Thats Brooklyn in a nutshell family the best boro in NYC :lol:
 
Man, i use to work for a filing company that made you run up different flights of steps and corners to retrieve files in big ass boxes that weight anywhere from 100-10,000 pounds with some Hispanic dudes and this one black dude. The first day they gave me a shirt and said "the last dude that was here quit on his lunch break but hopefully you will survive" i said that dude most be a pussy cause i sure ain't gon quit and i need the money.






Fast Forward>>>>




Lunch break i'm sitting in my car with all kinds of pain contemplating real hard to drive off and come home and just call it a day. I thought about the dude who quit and i went back in.



Fast Forward>>>>



At the end of the day the manager walked up to me and said, "man we never thought you would make it past lunch so you coming back tomorrow?" I said yessir.


Fast Forward>>>>


The next morning i'm laying in my bed and can't even feel my legs/arms. I bet that dude was disappointed that i never made it back but oh well.
 
I used to drive the "shit truck" at the airport for MARK AIR..:smh::smh::puke::puke: (went bankrupt years ago)

The worst part of it was having to hook up the hose to the international flights...:puke::puke::puke:
 
my current job- train operator for NYCTA

I'D KILL FOR THAT JOB!!!

I took the test a few years back. Passed the drug screen and waiting on the medical. @$28 an hour to start they can tell me to stop that train at the Gates of Hell and I'd be yelling out "ALL ABOOOOARD!!!"
 
I had two jobs before i got grown and they were the worst.....
One, i poured concrete for one of my dad friends......
two, i layed sod w/ my dad....

but what the problem was, im from florida, and in florida, in the summer....it aint nuttin to have a fuckin heatstroke out here.... the only thing i can remember from them summers was the heat and my fuckin back hurtin.....:angry::angry::angry::angry:
 
Was 19 and a Kirby Vacuum Cleaner Salesman in DC area
All I had to do was 12 demos a week to earn a base pay of $500 and 10% of all sales for the week

we had to sing the Kirby song every morning

Hail Hail the Gang’s All Here.
Do We Sell The Kirby?
Yes We Sell The Kirby!
Hail Hail the Gang’s All Here.
Do We Sell The Kirby?
Yes We Sell The Kirby!


after a weeks training was over they assigned me to SE D.C. to do demonstrations... I said forget it and quit on the spot two hrs into my 6th day... aint nobody in SE D.C. buying an $1800 vacuum!!!!!
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Make his ass get a job. Just make him. And when he starts hating that shit two weeks into it, ask how he'd like to do that, plus get ANOTHER shitty job just so he can live in a crap ass apartment for the rest of his life.
 
I'D KILL FOR THAT JOB!!!

I took the test a few years back. Passed the drug screen and waiting on the medical. @$28 an hour to start they can tell me to stop that train at the Gates of Hell and I'd be yelling out "ALL ABOOOOARD!!!"

money is good but aint worth your health, lots of us are getting sick for no reason and most die 18 months after retirement. ask big tigger, his pops died shortly after retirement.
 
My first job when i graduated from college. I was doing door-to-door sales of coupon books! I know I was on some serious dope doing that job.
 
I used to drive the "shit truck" at the airport for MARK AIR..:smh::smh::puke::puke: (went bankrupt years ago)

The worst part of it was having to hook up the hose to the international flights...:puke::puke::puke:

How much did you make?

When I worked for TIA I did cabin service @ $6-something an hour and I though about doing what you did. BUt EVERYONE I spoke to only earned a few dollars more and non,I mean NONE, ever NOT had some sort of fecal matter on their clothes ... or on them.

I shit you not.
 
working at Dulles Airport for Independence Air(now bankrupt).
I was a ramp agent. You had to put fuel in the plane. You had to direct the plane with two wands and the best part was putting luggage "gently" onto big ass airplanes. They expected you to lift 100lb bags as fast as you can for like 30 minutes.
Tell me how the fuck does getting payed $9/hr make sense when you work around big/dangerous fuckin MILLION dollar airplanes?
To top it off my glasses got blown off my face and got crushed while I was driving a tug behind one of em. I had to drive back home(2-3 hours with traffic) with one lens on my eye and Im nearsighted.

next shitty job after I.A. went bankrupt was A.J. Wright.
Where do i begin??... We had to put ink tags on every piece of clothing and shoe which is a bitch because they can easily prick you. The backroom was like a sweat shop. It was hot and funky. All the girls were ugly and I went from 9/hr to 7/hr but i had to do something. The best part was working the damn fitting room which was right next to the damn toy section. I had to pick up after every fuckin body. People let the kids rip toys out of the package and play with them and just leave them there like nothing happened. Guess who had to pick it all up. I was scheduled to 9pm and I usually stayed from 12am-1am just picking shit up. Gawd I hated that shit. edit: thank god i did not get the T.S.A job.
 
negro please tell me you didnt work for Cutco? :smh::lol::smh:
Cutco was hustling all broke college students in the east coast.

yep been there done dat ova a decade ago, u know wats interesting
customers dat i sold those knife sets to, say they luv those expensive azz knives i sold em.

anyone sellin those knives, do da cuttin da penny trick with those scissors??
shyt dat wuz da only thing i wuz good at

shyt i still got got those complimentary knives thru vector marketing.
dem shyts still work good as da 1st day i originally got em

i probably wouldve been a better salesman, if i knew these knives had longevity
 
working at Dulles Airport for Independence Air(now bankrupt).
I was a ramp agent. You had to put fuel in the plane. You had to direct the plane with two wands and the best part was putting luggage "gently" onto big ass airplanes. They expected you to lift 100lb bags as fast as you can for like 30 minutes.
Tell me how the fuck does getting payed $9/hr make sense when you work around big/dangerous fuckin MILLION dollar airplanes?
To top it off my glasses got blown off my face and got crushed while I was driving a tug behind one of em. I had to drive back home(2-3 hours with traffic) with one lens on my eye and Im nearsighted.
next shitty job after I.A. went bankrupt was A.J. Wright.
Where do i begin??... We had to put ink tags on every piece of clothing and shoe which is a bitch because they can easily prick you. The backroom was like a sweat shop. It was hot and funky. All the girls were ugly and I went from 9/hr to 7/hr but i had to do something. The best part was working the damn fitting room which was right next to the damn toy section. I had to pick up after every fuckin body. People let the kids rip toys out of the package and play with them and just leave them there like nothing happened. Guess who had to pick it all up. I was scheduled to 9pm and I usually stayed from 12am-1am just picking shit up. Gawd I hated that shit. edit: thank god i did not get the T.S.A job.

I was gonna share, but y'all niggas got me beat by a long shot!!!! :lol:

The closest I can get to these stories is when I was about 15 and fuckin up in school, smokin weed, staying out late, chillin. My father took me to work with him. He's a warehouse man at a chemical company, driving forklifts, checking vats, etc. He made me do everything he did.....on the third shift. I never knew red powder makes black dye! That shit was all over me and it does not come off. I smelled like shit every morning, even after a shower. My hands were three different colors. And he made me go to school the next morning.

After three days of that shit, he said "If you keep on, this will be as good as it gets." I never fucked up in school again. Driving the forklift was fun, but damn. :smh:
 
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i have two. both of them are from my high school years.

1. cashier at a tom thumb in a predominately mexican neighborhood. first off, the cheap fucking manager made me pay for my uniform by deducting the cost from my checks. i only made $4.25 an hour and worked, on average, 8-12 hours per week. even that wouldn't have been so bad, but i had to catch 3 buses to get there. so on days that i was scheduled to work for 4 hours, i spent as much time riding the bus as i did working.

then there were the customers... mexicans that only spoke spanish, old ass lonely white women that held up my line, folks paying for shit with a book full of wic cards... fuck tom thumb, fuck mexicans that can't speak english, fuck wic cards.

2. dishwasher at wyatt's cafeteria (now Luby's)making $4.75 an hour. 8 hours, standing in ONE spot, in a steamy ass, hot room, loading dishes into crate, rinsing the food off of them, and sending through a big washing unit. i was the only black person in the back working with a bunch of mexicans (that didn't speak english). everyday i got home my feet were white from the lack of blood circulation, and that's not an exaggeration, my feet were the color of pure driven snow... i quit after 2 weeks.

wow....thats shitty. I was temping for a while last year at the labor pool on Bankhead in the ATL. I was working stock for 6 bucks an hour at target from 10pm until 6am every night. There were a few hoes working with me but it sucked. I also did construction clean up for 6 bucks an hour also and the shit was slave labor for a slave wage. This economy is really fucked up
 
Worked for Wendy's at Hartsfield Int'l airport in ATL.
That bitch had atleast 10 people in line with 3 open cash registers at all times.
I needed to a job to graduate high school and still quit that bitch.:lol:
 
i used to work in the prep-room at a funeral home.I used to pick-up the bodies from hospitals and homes. It sucked when you have to pick up someones grandma and the family is in tears.Very depressing situation. I also used to pick up from the medical examiner. I also used to dress the bodies and put them in the casket. You name it, i saw it. Dead babies,kids hit by cars, suicides with half their face gone,dead trannies:lol:I saw this one guy who was working on his car, when the wheel rolled off the cinderblock and crushed his neck. The mother fucker was there for hours before anybody found him. when they did he was covered with ants...man i got stories for days. The worst part was not the gross stuff, its the fact death is always in front of you and always on your mind. i forces you to think about your own demise alot more than a normal person would,very depressing.:(
 
money is good but aint worth your health, lots of us are getting sick for no reason and most die 18 months after retirement. ask big tigger, his pops died shortly after retirement.

Track Dust builds up in the lungs and soft tissues in the body. Track dust=ground up steel caused by the train's wheels grinding down the tracks they roll on and the electric shoe riding along the third rail. After years of breathing that shit in it can kill you. The TWU actually fought for Conductors and TOs to wear masks. MTA shot that shit down quick fast. Imagine standing on the platform as the train came in. "Dayum! Coulda swore I seen that guy wid a mask on. Nah...jus my mind playin....HOLY SHIIIID!" The Conductor opened the doors wearing a mask. Not a good way to encourage more ridership
 
i used to work in the prep-room at a funeral home.I used to pick-up the bodies from hospitals and homes. It sucked when you have to pick up someones grandma and the family is in tears.Very depressing situation. I also used to pick up from the medical examiner. I also used to dress the bodies and put them in the casket. You name it, i saw it. Dead babies,kids hit by cars, suicides with half their face gone,dead trannies:lol:I saw this one guy who was working on his car, when the wheel rolled off the cinderblock and crushed his neck. The mother fucker was there for hours before anybody found him. when they did he was covered with ants...man i got stories for days. The worst part was not the gross stuff, its the fact death is always in front of you and always on your mind. i forces you to think about your own demise alot more than a normal person would,very depressing.:(

dam nigga you when you had the absolute worst job ever
 
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