starlight32 Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 I was watching on sky a program about the worst jobs in History. Mainly from the victorian era and included leather tanner, sweep and 'scavenger' in a cotton mill to name but a few. Makes you think of the worst jobs you have ever had, whether it be's a one off in your trade or an actual position. My worst was a summer job before I started my apprenticeship working for my uncle. He had a contract cleaning out septic tanks, which needed a 'small person' to get inside. When I look at jobs like that now you use Breathing apparatus, safety man and risk assessments coming out of your ears. I am sure there will be a few of us out who will beat that job by far.............. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dazzyboi Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 Probably a packer, had to stand in a hot sweaty room with scandanavian's wearing a white coat and facemask packing these pills into packages. I was there a day. Luckily iv moved up from that now and currently working as a Full time I.T Systems Administrator for a large coporation. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wookie Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 I spent a grand total of four days packing and crating up racking systems for servers at a place in Uxbridge when I was a student. The work wasn't too bad, but the hours (I was on the early shift) messed me up. When you were doing 5am to 2pm and then having to go to another job at 7pm, the novelty of it soon wore off. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yorkshire Pudding Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 Wheelie bin washer . Not everybody uses bin liners . An when that pressure washer hits the **** in the bottom of the bin , you get covered . dreadful job . all the best yis yp Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hunter Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 Where I work as maintenance, there was an old sewage system that had to be dug out of two 10foot deep holes, about 8foot accross. I used to have to dig out the filter system once every 6 months. It would take 2 days per hole, absolutley covered in crud and stinking water. Not to mention the worms eating away on the mess in there. Thousands would be in clusters down there. New system now, all sealed. But I can still remember it like yesterday Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
henry d Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 I worked on the hull (chippy) section on one of the ships I was on and we had to clean out the sewage treatment plants. They were supposed to eat the sewage by means of anaerobic beasties, however people would use bleach to clean the loos and this would kill off the bugs and we`d have to discharge and refill......phew !! Worse was when someone flushed something down the loos that they shouldn`t and it got blocked. A pair of tights a whole orange and on a regular basis pages from "specialised" Gentlemens periodicals It wasn`t a laugh to clean the blockage though Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
deeksofdoom Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 I worked for IBM once for 6 months that was the most soul destroying, spirit crushing, mind numbing job I've ever had. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vole Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 Measuring quantities of diarrhoea,vomit,still warm into a jug.Helping remove a fungating lung tumour wth a raging hangover.Getting covered in a deceased mans bowel contents after they had caused his death by haemmorhage.Disposing of amputated bits ,packing someones guts back in,poking phlegm down a sink .....thats the more tasteful stuff.other bits too dark and upsetting.My present job,in other words.Not quite so much of the above at present,I am pleased to say. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NorfolkBoy Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 Measuring quantities of diarrhoea,vomit,still warm into a jug.Helping remove a fungating lung tumour wth a raging hangover.Getting covered in a deceased mans bowel contents after they had caused his death by haemmorhage.Disposing of amputated bits ,packing someones guts back in,poking phlegm down a sink .....thats the more tasteful stuff.other bits too dark and upsetting.My present job,in other words.Not quite so much of the above,I am pleased to say. I was just about to go out for lunch - don't think I'll bother now..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LEFTY478 Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 I used to do the Human Bar-Fly shows at pubs and fairs up and down the country. It was alright really, but could never stick at it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pavman Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 I once had a job in my summer semester testing washing powder, we had to canvas door to door for “soiled garments†I called at a house on a local council estate and blagged and set of frillies from a nice young party that she had worn the night before, they never made the front loader Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jerico Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 Three months after moving from Harlow to Earls Colne (Clacton) I got a job with a firm doing Demolition in Potters Bar, got picked up at 5am and got home about 7:30pm, I was 16 at the time and I'd get home, have a bath go to sleep and get up for work again. We were gutting an old line of up downers to be converted into flats, one of the jobs I was given was to demolish the old sewage pipes, the old heavy slate type things. Every time you whacked a chunk off it would explode into thousands of **** covered shards and I had to put an arm into each end of said piece of pipe and take it about 150 yards across a building site assault course. This firm was split into sections and used to hire out the lads to each other, being the boy I ended up on on site where they and the group I worked for had a falling out. I was put on said site and told to move about 3000 old cobble stones 50 yards, using a wheelbarrow was impossible because the digger had mullerd the ground so they had to be carried, they could not be thrown as they wanted to use them again. Little known to me I was being used as a pawn and once all the stones had been moved I was told to move them back again! After a few snidey comments I lot my rag and had a big barney with the sections boss, after telling him I'm only with them because I'm local and need to earn a crust it was tea on tap and was offered a job with them. I had a job with another firm where I to dig foundations for the legs of a large balcony in Loughton, I had to dig the hole 2ft square and 6ft deep, as you can imagine once you get a bit into the hole you haven't got the room to use a spade, when I got to the clay the holes would fill with water, I would pump it out and then put the slush into the bucket, climb out the hole dump the sludge and start again. Once I had finished the surveyor come on site and said because of the tree's the ground would not be stable so the holes (about 14ft apart) would have to be joined and made deeper for the foundations, so the ******** then hired a digger. I also worked nights labouring on the underground for a bit, worst job was at Kings Cross doing demolition, the bloke there wouldn't turn the escalators on so all tools and hardcore had to carried up and down them. I worked for some right dodgy firms in my teens. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
invector Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 Wringing out the chamois (chammy) for a one-armed window cleaner. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dustyfox Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 working at mcdonalds has got to be the worst job I have ever been. Why did I apply I have no idea, the money was **** the people I worked with are morons and eveynight I stank of the **** food. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
J@mes Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 packing packs of chicken pieces into baskets for delivery to supermarkets, while waiting for the apprenticeship applications season to start. one pack would come off the conveyor belt every 2 seconds, so thats 30 a minute, 1800 an hour, 13050 packs of four a day, 4 breasts in each so 3262.5 birds killed to supply my line for the day. and thats how I kept the boredom off, calculating productivity in my head. it also means I have developed an amazing ability to work out large figures in my head very quickly, which can be useful! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SecretFollower Posted September 25, 2007 Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 I work for lawyers. Beat that Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
starlight32 Posted September 25, 2007 Author Report Share Posted September 25, 2007 I once had a job in my summer semester testing washing powder, we had to canvas door to door for “soiled garments†I called at a house on a local council estate and blagged and set of frillies from a nice young party that she had worn the night before, they never made the front loader And no doubt pavman you still wear that same pair of underwear to this day. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
trappa Posted September 26, 2007 Report Share Posted September 26, 2007 A miner. 10 years. God , what a **** job. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Keith Posted September 26, 2007 Report Share Posted September 26, 2007 Picking up litter at the Aldershot Army display in the summer of '77. Hot and sticky and having to pick up half-eaten, congealing ice cream cones, sweets, used wrappers, fag ends etc. Job lasted a week and I stuck at it - we worked to a staff sargeant from the Pioneer Corps - who hated students so made sure we had little equipment and very few breaks. Mmm fun. Same summer worked in a bakery near Southampton where I had to take red hot bread trays from the oven with sacking gloves - no proper protection. Only lasted two shifts at that. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MC Posted September 26, 2007 Report Share Posted September 26, 2007 Three months after moving from Harlow to Earls Colne (Clacton) I got a job with a firm doing Demolition in Potters Bar, got picked up at 5am and got home about 7:30pm, I was 16 at the time and I'd get home, have a bath go to sleep and get up for work again.We were gutting an old line of up downers to be converted into flats, one of the jobs I was given was to demolish the old sewage pipes, the old heavy slate type things. Every time you whacked a chunk off it would explode into thousands of **** covered shards and I had to put an arm into each end of said piece of pipe and take it about 150 yards across a building site assault course. This firm was split into sections and used to hire out the lads to each other, being the boy I ended up on on site where they and the group I worked for had a falling out. I was put on said site and told to move about 3000 old cobble stones 50 yards, using a wheelbarrow was impossible because the digger had mullerd the ground so they had to be carried, they could not be thrown as they wanted to use them again. Little known to me I was being used as a pawn and once all the stones had been moved I was told to move them back again! After a few snidey comments I lot my rag and had a big barney with the sections boss, after telling him I'm only with them because I'm local and need to earn a crust it was tea on tap and was offered a job with them. I had a job with another firm where I to dig foundations for the legs of a large balcony in Loughton, I had to dig the hole 2ft square and 6ft deep, as you can imagine once you get a bit into the hole you haven't got the room to use a spade, when I got to the clay the holes would fill with water, I would pump it out and then put the slush into the bucket, climb out the hole dump the sludge and start again. Once I had finished the surveyor come on site and said because of the tree's the ground would not be stable so the holes (about 14ft apart) would have to be joined and made deeper for the foundations, so the ******** then hired a digger. I also worked nights labouring on the underground for a bit, worst job was at Kings Cross doing demolition, the bloke there wouldn't turn the escalators on so all tools and hardcore had to carried up and down them. I worked for some right dodgy firms in my teens. Good job you weren't reading the map, earls colne is nowhere near clacton, no wonder you didn't get home until late Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jerico Posted September 26, 2007 Report Share Posted September 26, 2007 Good job you weren't reading the map, earls colne is nowhere near clacton, no wonder you didn't get home until late W00p's I mean Colchester Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pavman Posted September 26, 2007 Report Share Posted September 26, 2007 Good job you weren't reading the map, earls colne is nowhere near clacton, no wonder you didn't get home until late W00p's I mean Colchester arrr my home Town If you ever bump into a fat girl with spots called Sandra on the Greenstead Council Estate let her know I still have her knickers Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Suffolk shooter Posted September 26, 2007 Report Share Posted September 26, 2007 The present one's close, but about four years ago, the week before I got married, the company I worked for at the time went under. I went on my honeymoon with no job. Came back and got a job with a local builder (I'm a Quantity Surveyor), stayed there 4 months as it was the most backward, unsafe company i hvae ever worked for. I went on site one day and saw a chippy being used as a labourer to demolish and existing entrance porch on an old farm house. He stood on top of the wall (6ft in the air) knocking the bricks below his feet , same site different day I saw a brickie make up a trestle and board and then put 4 blocks on edge in a square with his muck board on top so he could reach the chimney brickwork at high level where the floor joist for the room above was to sit on. There were no acrows or anything. Went upstairs to see the site manager who was actually stood in the corner where the joist was missing SS Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrs Sweepy Posted September 26, 2007 Report Share Posted September 26, 2007 Good job you weren't reading the map, earls colne is nowhere near clacton, no wonder you didn't get home until late W00p's I mean Colchester arrr my home Town If you ever bump into a fat girl with spots called Sandra on the Greenstead Council Estate let her know I still have her knickers my home town too but i am not fat nor had spots and my name has always been suzy .and i have never never lived on greenstead ,and as far as i can remember i always went home fully dressed .see there are some good clean living girls in essex still xxxxx suzy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mungler Posted September 26, 2007 Report Share Posted September 26, 2007 Good job you weren't reading the map, earls colne is nowhere near clacton, no wonder you didn't get home until late W00p's I mean Colchester arrr my home Town If you ever bump into a fat girl with spots called Sandra on the Greenstead Council Estate let her know I still have her knickers I wear boxers myself, but hey if you want to wear ladies knickers that are 20 years past their sell by date then live and let live - I say you keep 'em! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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