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Inspired by the Discovery Channel show "Dirty Jobs", what is the worst job you have ever held? I personally don't have much sympathy for the un-employed because there are plenty of jobs out there.. if you are willing to work them.

I know.

I've held some of those jobs.

The second worst job I ever held was on the 'sanitation' crew at a local seafood processing plant. I basically shoveled fish guts for 8 hours a day.

I'm holding back my ultimate worst job until somebody beats that...

I was once part of the disposal crew at a liposuction clinic. We had to haul big plastic bags of human fat to the dumpster on the corner. And there was always a stick or a pointy rock or broken bottle that would make it leak out everywhere. Nasty.

I was once part of the disposal crew at a liposuction clinic. We had to haul big plastic bags of human fat to the dumpster on the corner. And there was always a stick or a pointy rock or broken bottle that would make it leak out everywhere. Nasty.Sounds gross.

Except I'm not too sure I believe it.

See, I now work in a hospital and am quite aware of the regulations that cover disposal of biohazardous waste (which human tissue is considered). Hauling it to a corner dumpster isn't exactly legal.

And I saw "Fight Club" too. That whole scene was totally implausable.

Worst job I ever had was as a roofer...which doesn't even come close to shoveling fish guts all day.

I win...or lose...however you want to look at it. :p

President of the United States is the ultimate worst job for me.

Psychiatrist. I cannot abide crazy people. *nod*

Assistant Crack-Whore.




(Stolen from Norm Macdonald)

Sounds gross.

Except I'm not too sure I believe it.

See, I now work in a hospital and am quite aware of the regulations that cover disposal of biohazardous waste (which human tissue is considered). Hauling it to a corner dumpster isn't exactly legal.

And I saw "Fight Club" too. That whole scene was totally implausable.

You don't live in Mexico, do you?

I was once part of the disposal crew at a liposuction clinic. We had to haul big plastic bags of human fat to the dumpster on the corner. And there was always a stick or a pointy rock or broken bottle that would make it leak out everywhere. Nasty.

Sounds gross.

Except I'm not too sure I believe it.

See, I now work in a hospital and am quite aware of the regulations that cover disposal of biohazardous waste (which human tissue is considered). Hauling it to a corner dumpster isn't exactly legal.

And I saw "Fight Club" too. That whole scene was totally implausable.

I don't believe it either. Biohazards have to be properly disposed of, they're not just dropped off in a dumpster. It sounds like bullshit to me.

You don't live in Mexico, do you?No, I don't.

I do concede that the disposal of Biohazardous waste is somewhat more lax in that country. But I noticed you stopped short of actually stating you lived there yourself.

No, I don't.

I do concede that the disposal of Biohazardous waste is somewhat more lax in that country. But I noticed you stoppe short of actually stating you lived there yourself.

I used to. I'm now in California.

Anyway, I was bulshitting you. It was a good story, though. So what's "Fight Club".

I used to. I'm now in California.

The clinic was eventually shut down anyway. Lax it may be, but nowhere is that actually lagal.I wouldn't say that... the world has it's share of places where the idea of regulating that sort of thing hasn't even occured to them.

But anywhere that might have a clinic that specialized in elective cosmetic procedures most certainly has regulations for disposal of medical waste.

I wouldn't say that... the world has it's share of places where the idea of regulating that sort of thing hasn't even occured to them.

But anywhere that might have a clinic that specialized in elective cosmetic procedures most certainly has regulations for disposal of medical waste.

Note that my post has been edited. I've actually never had particularly bad jobs.

So what's "Fight Club".A movie where one of the central chacters steals human fat tissue from clinics like you discribe to make high end designer soap out of, complete with the obligatory ripping (and spilling of the contents) of the bags on the barbed wire fence surrounding the dumpsters where the bags were implausably found.

A movie where one of the central chacters steals human fat tissue from clinics like you discribe to make high end designer soap out of, complete with the obligatory ripping (and spilling of the contents) of the bags on the barbed wire fence surrounding the dumpsters where the bags were implausably found.
That would be a pretty good scam if it were plausible.

The job I have now, assistant Building Service Worker(janitor), is terrible. Basically I take trash from the dorms to a compactor.. We have sex toys, used condoms, beer bottles with piss in them, animal shit, and even had a bowling ball come tumbling down nearly killing me!

I only have the stock standard customer service job... but it's shit cause I have to put up with stupid people. I have learned something from the experience however: The human race should have died off several thousand years ago.

Note that my post has been edited. I've actually never had particularly bad jobs.Even if your story had been true it still wouldn't top my number one worst job.

Since no one else seems to have a particularly nasty job in their history I might as well play my hole card.

During my first year in college I worked as a janitor...








in a porn theatre.

Even if your story had been true it still wouldn't top my number one worst job.

Since no one else seems to have a particularly nasty job in their history I might as well play my hole card.

During my first year in college I worked as a janitor...








in a porn theatre.


I was going to guess Splooge-mopper!

I was going to guess Splooge-mopper!

And you were eerily accurate.

Even if your story had been true it still wouldn't top my number one worst job.

Since no one else seems to have a particularly nasty job in their history I might as well play my hole card.

During my first year in college I worked as a janitor...








in a porn theatre.

did you atleast get a good staff discount?

Even if your story had been true it still wouldn't top my number one worst job.

Since no one else seems to have a particularly nasty job in their history I might as well play my hole card.

During my first year in college I worked as a janitor...








in a porn theatre.


Did you have a side line as a fluffer too?

LG, i know your happily married with a bunch of mini-goofballs running around, but sometimes i think i love you.

Hey, back off woman! I saw him first!:upyours:

:p

Psychiatrist. I cannot abide crazy people. *nod*

LG, i know your happily married with a bunch of mini-goofballs (goofettes?) running around, but sometimes i think i love you.

LG, i know your happily married with a bunch of mini-goofballs (goofettes?) running around, but sometimes i think i love you.

Hey, back off woman! I saw him first!:upyours:

:p

:cool:

Used to work in KFC. The actual job was fine; bit grubby occasionally, nothing you wouldn't expect. Free food, which was good if you'd seen it cooked (better: cooked it yourself) and knew where it'd been.

But our shop was in Corby, and opened until 2am on Saturday and Sunday mornings. We got all of the pissed detritus and scum that'd left the clubs hungry, and quite a lot of people in Corby aren't very pleasant sober (if you should somehow catch them in that state).

And people wonder why the minions on the tills didn't smile, and weren't desperately enthusiastic to see more loud, violent drunkards enter the store. IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A BUNCH OF FUCKING CUNTS, YOU ARSEHOLES! IT'S BECAUSE WE WANT YOU ALL TO GO AWAY AND DIE SLOWLY! But they never did. More scum, every week, clogging up our shop.

And when there were only two of you doing a four- or five-person shift on one of the busiest nights of the week, and the other guy (the manager) had pulled rank and made you be the poor fucker on till dealing with them all... You had a panic button, but really you just wanted a gun.

Eventually that shop closed and moved to a different part of the town, and the new one doesn't open so late as far as I know.

Suicide bomber must be a lousy job. No career prospects.

Used to work in KFC. The actual job was fine; bit grubby occasionally, nothing you wouldn't expect. Free food, which was good if you'd seen it cooked (better: cooked it yourself) and knew where it'd been.

But our shop was in Corby, and opened until 2am on Saturday and Sunday mornings. We got all of the pissed detritus and scum that'd left the clubs hungry, and quite a lot of people in Corby aren't very pleasant sober (if you should somehow catch them in that state).

And people wonder why the minions on the tills didn't smile, and weren't desperately enthusiastic to see more loud, violent drunkards enter the store. IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A BUNCH OF FUCKING CUNTS, YOU ARSEHOLES! IT'S BECAUSE WE WANT YOU ALL TO GO AWAY AND DIE SLOWLY! But they never did. More scum, every week, clogging up our shop.

And when there were only two of you doing a four- or five-person shift on one of the busiest nights of the week, and the other guy (the manager) had pulled rank and made you be the poor fucker on till dealing with them all... You had a panic button, but really you just wanted a gun.

Eventually that shop closed and moved to a different part of the town, and the new one doesn't open so late as far as I know.There used to be a KFC in Oak Park near the studio I lived in. Only fast food place I ever saw that had bullet-proof glass in front of the cashiers. It wasn't even open late.
It eventually closed too.

Even if your story had been true it still wouldn't top my number one worst job.

Since no one else seems to have a particularly nasty job in their history I might as well play my hole card.

During my first year in college I worked as a janitor...


in a porn theatre.

I can beat that...

I used to work in an industrial laundrette that took bedding materials from hospitals and prisons.

I would be in a docking area when the truck (yes truck...not van...truck) full of massive bags containing pillows, bed sheets and blankets...

All sorts of wonderful stuff from semen, excrement, piss, vomit, blood...

And I have to separate the various articles for the machines...so....open a bag....empty it...and separate the different articles into specific bins...

The only protective clothing I had was flimsy plastic gloves that were as useful as a chocolate fire guard.

Job title? Linen Classifyer. All for the princely sum of £3.50 an hour...(mid 80's)

There used to be a KFC in Oak Park near the studio I lived in. Only fast food place I ever saw that had bullet-proof glass in front of the cashiers. It wasn't even open late.
It eventually closed too.

Sounds fun...
Fortunately guns are uncommon here, and I doubt many of the denizens of Corby could operate them anyway.

The worst job I've ever held in terms of soul-crushingness was the six weeks I spent as a car salesman, followed closely by the six months I spent as a part-time insurance agent. I'd rather wallow in shit than go back to either of those jobs. At least the shit comes off in the shower.

The worst job I've ever held in terms of soul-crushingness was the six weeks I spent as a car salesman, followed closely by the six months I spent as a part-time insurance agent. I'd rather wallow in shit than go back to either of those jobs. At least the shit comes off in the shower.

the smell however takes a while :(

I can beat that...

I used to work in an industrial laundrette that took bedding materials from hospitals and prisons.

I would be in a docking area when the truck (yes truck...not van...truck) full of massive bags containing pillows, bed sheets and blankets...

All sorts of wonderful stuff from semen, excrement, piss, vomit, blood...

And I have to separate the various articles for the machines...so....open a bag....empty it...and separate the different articles into specific bins...

The only protective clothing I had was flimsy plastic gloves that were as useful as a chocolate fire guard.

Job title? Linen Classifyer. All for the princely sum of £3.50 an hour...(mid 80's)

There are probably people who would be happy to pay money to do that.

I worked in telemarketing :( for one of the least respected organisations in that respect...