What was your worst job?
The presidential candidates answer the question here. Why don’t I believe a word Hillary says:
Middle class in her youth, Hillary Rodham was already on a promising track when she spent the summer of 1969 working her way across Alaska. The year before, her commencement speech at Wellesley College in defense of war protesters was such a hit she was featured in Life magazine.
In Alaska, she washed dishes in Mount McKinley National Park, the better of two brief menial jobs that financed her travels. “My worst job was sliming fish in a fish cannery in Valdez,” she said without hesitation.
The Democratic New York senator elaborated on this in her memoirs: standing in bloody water in knee-high boots on a pier removing salmon guts with a spoon; supervisors yelling when she didn’t slime fast enough; switching to the packing line where she reported spoiled fish to the boss, who soon fired her.
I certainly believe she’d be good at sliming. It’s just that when she starts reminiscing about her past in such vivid detail, it sets off the B.S. detector big time.
So, what was your worst job?
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retail. never again as long as i have brain cells.
That one day I spent as an environmental canvasser. I began my turn to conservatism shortly aftwerwards.
Movie theater…bleeech. Whatever you folks do, don’t get “extra butter” on you popcorn.
Note to all: Not real butter!
I worked in a funeral home and I had to put out the chairs for rigor mortis to set in…after that I had a job circumcizing elephants….the pay was lousy but the tips were tremendous
I can’t believe it’s not butter!
Hmm… something smells fishy.
I would say that my worst jobs were both in my teens: walking beans in the dead heat of August and being a samples lady at Sam’s Club (I had to wear a hair net and I was the only one under 60.)
However, I had an office job right after college that I quite enjoyed but had to quit when I found out the warehouse was almost entirely staffed by illegals. That was a bummer.
Driving a frozen pizza route-sales truck for the worst friggin boss I’ve ever had.
He would have been a liberal protester’s dream – promised me health coverage after 6 months. At the 6 month mark – told me “I can’t afford to give you health insurance”.
I quit the next day. Too bad I wasn’t a lib – I could have protested in front of his shop.
Worst job ever? Listening to politicians on the other side of the political party fence!
Retail clothing sales during summer break in high school. It was a women’s swimwear store, and of course, you’d have women coming in a trying on 50 pairs of bikinis…and leaving them behind in the fitting rooms for us to resort/rehang.
Standing for 9 hours on your feet every day…really got you thinking. Is this what I want to do for the rest of my life?
I honestly don’t have one. I worked at a job I loved all through high school and college and immediately went into the military as an officer after graduating.
I guess I am lucky. Maybe my next job will be my worst?
On another note…is there someone who can corroborate this alleged job she had?
Oh wait. I bet they all died, went out of business, or something of that sort.
Right.
I dug ditches for 3 weeks with a shovel at a $1.00 an hour my junior year of high school to earn money to go to the Junior Prom. It was hard work and a great lesson to continue on to finish my degree pushing me to join the Air Force.
BIG LOLs!
I think my worst was working in the men’s clothing department at Woolworth’s. I was in charge of socks & underwear, lol. Not exactly fashion-forward!
salad-bar prep work for a family style restaraunt over a holiday season.
Never before or since have I had a boss whose intelligence and supervisory capabilities I dwarfed so utterly. (that’s a polite way of saying he was a complete moron)
Then when the holiday rush was over, they fired me, no reason provided.
I would live on the street before I’d work in food service again.
feebiebabe, I worked for several years at movie theaters in high-school/jr. college. Loved it! We traded movie passes for quarts of ice cream or pizzas with Baskin and Pizza Hut employees. Sorry your experience wasn’t as good. I even got to run the projector. I’m such a nerd.
Smells fishy (heh). Cannery work is crazy hard, and it’s far from glamorous, although a college student could come away from a summer job with some good cash (but this was in the 80s, I have no clue what the work force looks like now). I guess she might have tried it, but she sure as hell wouldn’t have lasted more than a shift or two.
I was layed off for about 6 months in 1997 so I took a job as a software tester during that time. I had to test Reader Rabbit everyday. It was a politically correct piece of software for little children to learn to read. All of the characters were of ambiguous sex and none of the words were over 3 or 4 letters. If you answered something wrong it wouldn’t say that you were incorrect. It would tell you good try, try again. The other employees were told it was OK to wear whatever they wanted to work so we had about a half dozen over-weight women coming in wearing their pajamas. My boss wore a doo rag and Birkenstocks and only talked about the X-Files. I thought I was in hell.
I was a teenage telemarketer! What a stupid business.
I remember one call where the guy picked up and said he was “trying to make love to” his wife. Looking back, pretty sure he was joshing. Right?
Door-to-door carbon credit salesman!
Oh yeah. Worst job was grocery store cashier. Low tolerance for obliviots.
but if you were in the Bay area now! Boy howdee would you be making a bundle!
Washing a weeks worth of cloth diapers because the mashing machine broke down. The wife was getting over surgery so I had to do the job. It could have been worse. The last time it broke down for a week, my wife did them by hand. I was glad she did not have surgery then – LOL!
We trump Shrillery’s fish slim job but not her slime!
Working retail. JC Pennney in the housewares department. Ugh!
Blame beat me to it..was gonna ask if we had
corroboration. I can see her tattling but I can’t see her
doing the rest. Is this another I was named after Sir
Edmund Hillary moment?
Never used one of those! hehe
You lucky dawg. Nope, I worked with some real interesting people..I was a freshmen girl…my co-workers were all meat-head sr. guys.
The concession stand has counters with cabinents on the inside holding stock, etc. One of these “gentlemen” decided to send me in one of them (because i was petiete) for some promo items and snickers bars.
Well, they more or less padlocked me in there for 2 hours. No one heard me screaming and kicking (like the brat I am) because it was rush hour…..
They said they did it because I had a big mouth….(giggles)…and some things just don’t change!
Cleaning oil tanks.
Hey Michelle!!!
What was your worst job???? (besides being Joy’s bbf)?
Worst job? Easy. Civil lawyering, particularly in construction law.
Worse than summer jobs in the cannery, worse than infantryman, worse than professional resume-writer, worse than stringer-reporter.
At least with all of those other jobs, I didn’t feel like I was making things worse for people through my involvement. Lawyering made me feel that way every day: like an expensive extra layer to whatever the original problem was, until the legal bill outstripped whatever the original problem was and then I became the “problem.”
When I left the law biz, the words that came to mind were those of Janice Joplin/John Fogerty:
“And I never lost one minute of sleepin, worryin ’bout the way things might’ve been.”
Hillary didn’t even know how to make coffee in an automatic drip coffee maker when Bill was first elected president, and she thinks we are going to believe that she ever worked?
My worst: Bag Boy…oops, I mean Courtesy Clerk.
These stock displays have clear windows, right?
That’s awesome.
This is a very hard question to answer, because I’ve managed to get something good out of every job I’ve ever done.
First job: washing dishes at a hotel restaurant. Not the most glamorous job by any means, but I got my first paychecks and learned the value of working for my own money – as well as spending and conserving my own money.
Second job: Sonar tech on a submarine in the U.S. Navy. In terms of pay, this was actually the lowest paying job per hour worked … but the life lessons I learned during those six years are incalculable in terms of value. Throw in being homeported out of Pearl Harbor and getting paid while traveling overseas, and it’s hard not to see this one as a strong, net positive. Also helped me get my third job.
Third job: Electronic tech at circuit board manufacturing plant. Built on the knowledge I gained in the Navy, and better yet, made enough money to pay my way through college without ever having to take even one penny in student loans. When I look at others who spend years paying off student loans after college, I realize just how valuable this job was to me.
Fourth job: Test engineer at a contract manufacturer of electronic equipment. I was able to leverage both my degree and my experience from the 3rd job to get this one. The company was not well run (and is out of business now), but nevertheless, I got valuable experience which made me marketable for a number of other jobs.
Fifth (and current) job: Patent agent at an IP law firm (it’s kind of like a patent lawyer without a law degree, or an engineer who practices patent law). Interesting, challenging, and multidisciplinary (technology and law), pays well, flexible hours/vacation … mmm, hard to find anything substantial to complain about.
Worst job of those? I choose ‘F’, for none of the above.
I was a crash test dummy once! I didn’t like all of the stickers stuck to my head so I tried my hand at tazer dummy. Got a shock out of it! Been walking kinda funny since then
#31 – you funny, soap
Ah, STG is a rating near and dear to my heart. My first division was ASW and they were a great bunch of guys doing an often thankless job (the crew thought the ASTAC’s and HSL guys were the ones who found the submarines).
I forgot. Everytime I run an election I swear never again. We are the only group around that is under 60,
for all of you who may be picturing little white haired
ladies. I seem to forget from one year to another how
completely boneheaded most voters are. They vote
every year and we have not changed our machines or
ballots but they mess up at least 2 before getting one
right. Every year. And these are not the Seniors!
Working for my mother-in-law!
wastewater treatment plant hosing down the sludge tanks…….stinky.
I used that experience to remind me that no matter what job I am doing now it could never be that bad again.
Hillary is a liar she has never worked a day in her entire golden life. Let us all make sure her dreams end in 08.
I forgot about food service. I was a waitress for two months in college before I decided to cut back to just one job. I really disliked that job. But it gave me greater respect for the wait staff when I go out.
formerwm – Brave!
#37
Absolutely. I’m generous with tips to this day because of that 2-3 month stint way back when I was 16 or 17yrs old.
On December 5th, 2007 at 4:29 pm, Jaded said:
wastewater treatment plant hosing down the sludge tanks…….stinky.
You got me.
An unlimited supply of Baby Ruth bars had to be a great perk!
Hey soap…watch caddy shack much?
14 years old. Driving a dairy farm honey wagon on a windy day. By far.
I’m alright. Don’t nobody worry ’bout me!
Telemarketing.
I’ve always been philosophically opposed to telemarketing. I tried it once and lasted about 15 minutes. My conscience was screaming at me the whole time that what I was doing was wrong.
Looks like we can all remember our worst jobs in “vivid detail”.
Tore up unused railroad lines in PA during summers while at Penn State. Backbreaking, painful and hot. Railroad ties soaked in creosote are NOT to be messed with… ugh.
My worst job was installing fiberglass insulation in a crawl space under a house in the middle of July. It was hot and I wore long pants and a long sleeve shirt to keep the fiberglass off my skin. It was dirty. The ground was plain dirt and there was just enough space to crawl. It was dark and there were rats. They were probably mice, but when you can’t move very fast, potential dangers looks a bigger. Finally, it was itchy. The clothing only partially works.
Long time no post, moved to the East Coast.
I’ve worked in a nursing home kitchen, detasseled (for you midwesterners, you know what that is), waitressed in restaurants and bars, worked at Wal-mart as a cashier, worked in retail, and was in the Army. The worst of these was, sad to say, the Army, but it wasn’t the job, it was the people. Most of the time, I loved being a cook, but when a cook gets deployed to Iraq, you really don’t cook that much. Instead, we were set to patrolling the Dining Facility, telling people to take their Kevlar off the table. And standing by the exit door, making sure no one was walking out with too much Red Bull (but if you asked nicely, I’d give you a case). The worst, however, was when the AMERICAN civilian, who was making 4 times as much money as I was, doing MY job, came up to me and asked how to send an email. Seriously. And it wasn’t like she was ancient or anything, not that that’s an excuse. She wasn’t just dumb in that, it was everything related to DFAC management. Moron. So glad I am the CO now.
One has to wonder if Dan Rather will be digging up some fake documents to support a fake but accurate version of her story.
My “worst” job was McDonald’s when I was 16… But when you’re 16, a job is a job, right? You’re making your own money, and you can buy crap. There aren’t really a lot of other options at that age anyway. My parents had money, but I didn’t get an allowance, so working like 30 hours a week (during high school) was great in my mind, at the time. (The free meals were pretty sweet too… for a little while)
Welcome back CO and welcome to the “Right Coast”!
Wal Mart. Ugh. I worked at a “Super Wal Mart” during the Summer of 1993 while in college. I worked in the lawn and garden dept and I hated it. The management was inapt and my co-workers were lazy. Wal-Mart had these people that they called “team leaders” who were basically regular workers that made a buck more and got to boss you around.
I despise Wal-Mart. Their customer service is terrible, the stores are always a disaster and they never have enough cashiers on hand.
Capitalist that I am–I won’t shop there unless my wife forces me to.
Dane Cook’s worst job? Burger King:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=6TQ2TAXVSks
I picked okra one summer in the blazing heat and one winter I worked in a sawmill in the freezing cold.
I’ve worked in warehouses where it was both hot and cold.
I flipped hamburgers at a fast foot joint and went home smelling like one.
The worst job though was building Delta Faucets on an assembley line. It was mind numbing.
Oops, didn’t mean to send so quickly. My worst job was at a slush cart in the mall. On my first day, the owner told me where the ice was, where the flavors were, where the power button was and then left. He never told me what to do with the ice, which came in foot long blocks, and didn’t leave the ice scrapers. Jackass.
Working the sand beds at a sewage treatment plant.
Before the liquefied sewage was discharged onto the sand beds, you had to rake them to make sure they were as even as possible, in order for the sewage to drain properly, and dry properly.
After a few days of this sewage drying in the sun, you then had to shovel the sewage chips up which was easy if the sand bed was level, but h*ll if it wasn’t, because then you had a full shovel of sewage the consistency of jello.
Back breaking, smelly, and all for minimum wage, back in 1976.
Hey…you asked:)
I thought Hillary babysat the children of migrant farmworkers in that poor suburb of Chicago called Park Ridge. Oh well, maybe that was earlier.
You’d think the main problem would be earning the money to get to Alaska and then over to Yale to start law school, rather than working your way across Alaska, but I digress. It was probably more of a summer of discovery anyway.
My worst job, uh, I guess I never really had one. They’ve all been fun and interesting. So far…
I had a lot of jobs that weren’t fun in my past. Night shift in a cannery lifting a dozen cans at a time and stacking them was hard on the back – but not as hard as working in a brick yard.
Putting new tires on cars wasn’t fun, nor was lifting bails of hay all day – but those old jobs of the past were a blast compared to trying to deal with the PC crap encountered in today’s companies.
Fighting off all the chicks was tough work.
Then trying to be Evil Knievel’s side kick, Awful Kanaful.
Best job I ever had was being a Corpsman with the Marines.
I was a Corpsman with 1/5, Weapons Co., 81mm Mortar Platoon.
Even after 20+ years, I still miss it.
Someone lean over and wake AJ up!
I spent a few weeks (couldn’t take much more) one summer bagging sunflower seeds (50 lb bags) in Fargo, ND. What an awful job.
I’ve done lots of things, but I’d say loading trucks and delivering furniture was pretty backbreaking thankless work.
Still waiting for soap to fess up being an organ grinder.
I don’t have the heart to wake AJ up when he’s dreaming of all those chicks he (wishes) he had to fight off.
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Worse job as a kid was cleaning out chicken house one day. Dude paid me 50 cents. I suppose a pig sty would be worse.
Out of high school I ran a ward of 64 mental patients alone on the night shift. Back then the rules were different and aides dispensed the psychotropic drugs. Imagine imbibing 800 mg of Thorazine FOUR times a day and seemingly not be fazed by it?
Learned a great deal about how the state bureaucracy works and how utterly useless most supervisors and that rotten AFSCME union could be. The good old days for sure.
Grubbin’… turning woods into farmland by picking up everything unearthed by a bulldozer and a plow. We had to start early and quit by noon because the hot, humid Wisconsin summer days would just about do us in. It paid minimum wage of course. Helped teach me how to work hard. After a while they started calling me ‘the janitor’ because I picked up whatever anyone else would leave.
Worst job?
Collecting money for one of those “support your local police” pledge drives.
Never ran into so many sorry ass people in all my life. Here’s an example that I remember to this day. I had to make a stop at an apartment complex and when I found the apartment, there was a hand written sign (not note, poster board sign) on the door that said, “Leave me alone and let me rot in peace.”
The the driving all over holy hell, knocking on doors, and listening to “can you come back later, I don’t have the money right now…” Gawd. I held out for three weeks and finally called in sick and tired.
Worst job I ever had was reworking fiberboard resin by the end of the shift my uniform would literally stand on its own. Yuck
I just have to speak up for one of the worst laundry jobs I ever had to do, and explain why it was so bad.
My husband was an environmental clean up technician for a few years outside of Philly, so he cleaned out many large tanks and trucks and helped clean up a pretty large oil spill in the Delaware River a few years back.
However, from time to time, my husband’s company picked up the odd non-contract job, and once time this involved going to an abandoned UHaul truck on the side of the road. They were requested by the city it was located in to figure out what was causing that awful smell, clean it up, and return it to UHaul for proper dispensation.
When they got there, they could smell the stench when they got out of their truck, and several of the guys vomited before they even reached the truck.
As it turns out, the truck was packed full of raw sheepskins that had been stolen and then abandoned for several weeks in the summer heat. Interestingly enough, as the skins were rotting in the heat, their own weight compressed them down until they were a solid block of putrid animal flesh and wool lodged in the base of this UHaul.
As my husband told me later (while I was having to wash the stench out of his clothing and try to figure out how to get it out of his skin!!) “If Old MacDonald had a farm in hell, this is what it would have smelled like!!”
And let me tell you, I don’t know how he did that job, since after washing his uniforms 4 times, they still stank so bad we ended up having to just throw them out and we had to get him a new pair of boots.
Selling Electrolux vacuum cleaners door to door. Started at 9AM with trainer. by 11AM, trainer was stoned out of his mind. At 11:30 he dumped dirt on a ladies living room carpet. At 11:45 he was in handcuffs and on his way to jail. I had to hitchhike home.
Bestest jobs.
1. Tank Commander US Army 1st ID
2. Police Officer in MD.
3. Self Employed
Reading everyones worst jobs shows the outright lie of the open borders crowd “They are only doing The jobs Americans won’t do.”
most of my early life i worked, two jobs and went to school. the worst job ever is a toss up between cleaning houses and cocktail waitressing. hated both of those.. of course they were all the ’second’ jobs in a two job life. the first job was in accounting. and, no, didn’t really care for accounting i was just capable of doing it without really understanding why i it came so easy to me.
A business I started back when i was a farmer in the midwest. animal genetics was beginning to take off in the “global market”.
Hooking bulls up to machines.
Artificially inseminating heifers.
Selling frozen “seed” to Japanese investors.
Big bucks. Made a lot of dough. But it warped me.
Our biggest producer was an Angus named “Bernie”.
Weird scenes inside the gold mine.
I worked fast food in high school–immediately knew I would finish college.
I taught school for seven years–loved the kids, hated the admin.
I waited tables at a little cafe, so now I tip well.
My husband worked in a factory making carpet backing while he was in college. He worked the night shift, with no AC in south Georgia.
The worst job is any job where you cant respect your boss.
I was hired to dig a ditch 300 yards long, 3 feet deep and 3 feet wide. Uphill. In the rain. With a shovel. Then I had to glue PVC conduit in the ditch, and connect it to a cable TV tower and pull wires for an eventual electrical head end.
Later, the same guy had me weed whack the entire tower area in 95 deg weather, and promised me I could have water when I “got off my ass and got something accomplished”. What I learned is what hard work is, and is not. Every job after benefitted from that experience.
I need thank my dad for hiring me.
Weekends at bernies …. ew.
Working for the manufacturer of the finest handguns on the planet.
Patching alligator skins in a handbag factory. Mind numbing work. I lasted two weeks.
My worst job…
Distribution Manager for a well-known Bay Area bakery. The owners were classic San Francisco liberals.
However, when the workers tried to organized a union, they threatened to close down and toss everyone out of work rather than submit to union control.
After voicing countless concerns about the safety of my driver’s trucks, hours-of-service violations and general working conditions, I was summarily fired.
It was their ultimate hypocrisy that caused me to begin questioning my (then) liberal beliefs.
Actually, I should probably thank them for helping to make me into the conservative that I am today.
Funny thing is, within a year after I was let go, the company began its long slide into bankruptcy.
Karma is a bitch.
I’ve slimed, hatched & fished salmon for a few seasons, including Peter Pan in Valdez, and concur with Paleomedic @ #15 that 1) the boom was in the early 80s and 2) can’t imagine her lasting a day.
The last time I was up that way was in ‘94 and it was still a popular work destination for students.
But if I recall correctly, Valdez was wiped out by the earthquake in ‘64 and the town was relocated over the following 4 years. The salmon industry thruout the region had collapsed due to overfishing during most of the 60s & 70s and it was really the Japanese market coupled with resurgent wildstock & hatchery operations that revitalized the industry in the 80s.
My opinion is that while she may have traveled Alaska — funny that this is the 1st time we’re hearing of it, just as we find out that Obama expressed being POTUS in 3rd grade — she merely borrowed one of her staffer’s tales of proletariat misery from the 80’s.
Definitely sounds like a Google factcheck project for someone with time on their hands. Better yet, let’s hear from someone in Valdez that can check out the archives at Valdez City Hall and/or library.
I better not list my worst job I don’t want to get banned, but it was not staggering around in thigh deep snow with 350 pounds of pipe on my shoulder in Deadhorse Alaska at 70 below zero and 100 MPH sustained winds.
It was not exhuming remains from a mausoleum, having to hold a rubber bag and scrape the gooey remains into the bag with a hoe.
It was not having to reach up to my shoulder into a septic tank to remove an obstruction from the outlet.
And it was not having to do my first pelvic exam on an almost 400 lb women, herself a nurse, who brought her own speculum with her for the exam.
Better stop there but there is plenty worse. Some of it on my blog.
Picking tomatoes during the summer in jr high & high school. Paid 10 cents a pound so you really had to hustle to make any money.
I guess now days they pay illegals to do it for more than that.
I hope someone on the right is investigating her claim. Nothing makes a more glaring statment than a politician caught in a lie.
I had a lot of dirty, icky, slimy, sweaty jobs when I was young, but I learned something from every one of them, even if it was only what I didn’t want to do with my life. And I can’t remember a job where I didn’t like the people I worked with. Would I do any of them again? Not a chance!
Dang good observation Buckshot.
McDonalds. Hands down. My co-workers were losers (and no, that’s not to say EVERYONE who works at McDonalds is a loser…some of my friends worked there), the one manager I liked left about a month after I started, and it just stunk.
Also, I found out my husband was fired from McDonalds when he was younger because he was a lefty and improperly loaded the fries into their containers because he used a left-handed scoop. The manager didn’t like it, and let him go.
I like my current job. While not ideal, it beats the hell out of food service.
My brother’s cropped tobacco for three straight North Carolina summers.
Grueling, back-breaking work and the tar didn’t come off til late autumn.
Worst job, inside man at the Skonk works.
Best job, all of them.
Good point. Also, aren’t Republicans just a bunch of lazy rich super villains making money off the backs of the poor working men (Democrats). That’s what I was always told anyway. Even a couple years ago Howard Dean said most of us have never made an honest living.
Seriously though, there’s been a lot of evidence rolling in that if there’s a “Party of the Rich”, it’s the Dems. This doesn’t prove that, but it does prove that Republicans are far from the party of the rich.
As far as jobs that I wouldn’t want to repeat, my
husband sat on a cactus and guess who, armed with
tweezers, got to do the honors.
See’s Candies.
In addition to have to wear a stupid white dress with a huge black bow on my chest, a lot of the regulars who came in for candy were completely cuckoo!
One year the candy makers were on strike so I had a lot of people scream at me. Whenever they’d ask my name (to report me) I’d always say Ethel.
#90
I wouldn’t say either side has a lock on the title, really. The majority of the declared liberals (even those aged to their late 20’s) work part time jobs like Starbucks, clothing retail, etc. etc. Nothing wrong with those jobs, although I wouldn’t do any of them now, but they’re definitely not jobs of the rich elitist.
I was a migrant worker packing cucumbers and bell peppers in a Heinz corporation packing plant. I worked 16 hours a day 6 days a week for $30 per week. But hey we all know that democrats don’t get rich by exploiting the poor.
Can’t say I had a worst job. Always came away with something perspective-wise.
But as noted above by Buckshot, there are no jobs that Americans won’t do and if the pay is right, they’ll suck up and stick with even the most distasteful work.
Insurance claims adjuster for mortuary liability. “Hey, did you hear the one about the corpse that couldn’t hold his embalming fluid??” (hyuck hyuck)
Worst job: Laying narrow gage railroad track. Imagine doing your best John Henry impersonation 12 hours a day, 6 days a week for $6.50/hr.
That’s because they’ll inherit their parents’ businesses when their parents retire.
But consider that the liberal parts of the country are the most elitist and also the most expensive to live. Also consider that Democrats far outpace the GOP in political donations from the rich. That’s only scratching the surface.