Sir Fynwy Posted 3 September 2014 Share Posted 3 September 2014 Worst job I ever had was as a scaffolder on a military base (summer job when at Uni), half of the other guys on the job were soldiers who couldn't think of anything better to do whilst on leave. Hard, dangerous work surrounded by the dumbest squaddies on earth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bob Weasel Fox Posted 3 September 2014 Share Posted 3 September 2014 My worst job ironically is the same as my best job My current job involves helping people (well sort of) and doing a lot of liasing with other agencies to try and help people that I (my job) can't. The bloody politics and dodgy bosses I work for and also some back stabbing two faced fvck wits in the job as well (usually trying to climb the ladder) However the laughs you have with the genuine colleagues and eventually very good friends out of work make it all worth while Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuliasz Posted 3 September 2014 Share Posted 3 September 2014 Calder Colours? I did a shift lifting McFlurry mix from a belt on to a pallet. Every now and again some wierdo would come and remove the pallet and drop a new one for me to built. I was incredibly hungover as I did this. Did one shift and then begged for my old Tesco job back which I got. Yep that's the one. Stuck it out for a whole summer! Forgot to mention the terrible smell of Picachic across the road too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jonthefox Posted 3 September 2014 Author Share Posted 3 September 2014 I used to sell lottery tickets Door to door for the club. Chuffin awful job it was. People used to blame me if we lost the previous Saturday. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Merging Cultures Posted 3 September 2014 Share Posted 3 September 2014 I've just remembered some other jobs I've done, I've carried fabric at rainbows dyers, involved getting up at 5am and lugging massive rolls of fabric around. Worked at a screen printers, it stank. Had a tempo job developing a database for an email list. The first day was great, I put the database together easily. They then wanted me to stuff and lick envelopes. I didn't go back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Col city fan Posted 3 September 2014 Share Posted 3 September 2014 My worst job ironically is the same as my best job My current job involves helping people (well sort of) and doing a lot of liasing with other agencies to try and help people that I (my job) can't. The bloody politics and dodgy bosses I work for and also some back stabbing two faced fvck wits in the job as well (usually trying to climb the ladder) However the laughs you have with the genuine colleagues and eventually very good friends out of work make it all worth while Great post... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smudge Posted 3 September 2014 Share Posted 3 September 2014 Site engineer on M1 near Nottingham, setting out line and level for grading and paving machines. It was so cold that when my chain-man (helper), missed with the sledgehammer and caught my knuckles I hardly felt a thing. As it got warmer I learned to swing a 12 sledge with consummate ease as it was less painful. Cue: "Luxury!!!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vlad the Fox Posted 3 September 2014 Share Posted 3 September 2014 Doing some agency work unloading lorries for ordnal. Worked with some right dopes so went for a couple of pints at lunch to cheer myself up and convinced myself to stick it out until my holidays in a few weeks, spent the afternoon chatting to the lorry drivers and convinced myself to stick it out until the end of the week. Walked home at the end of the day and by the time I got back home I had decided I was never going back. The people I was working with were all with agency's as well yet were earning about £2 an hour more than me. It was that experience that sent me to college all those years back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cambridgefox Posted 3 September 2014 Share Posted 3 September 2014 Cleaning the dog shite from the bottom of my daughters Nike airforce trainers tonight,the grips ,the smell,the gagging . Began to hate being a manager at a largish branch of Lloyds.Ended hating every second,but had many good years before,including free holidays .something that was obviously stopped many years ago ,imagine the media if you went to Raffles ,Singapore these days for a bank jolly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vacamion Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 Labouring on Building sites in the Highfields for cash in hand in the 1980s as a student. God knows what I breathed in. No helmet, no goggles. I fell off something or cut myself or hammered my hand pretty much constantly. I worked unsafely from ladders and on rooftops. I did strip outs, landscaping, labouring for brickies, plasterers and roofers. I was once sat on the back of a truck (again, it was before 'Elf and Safety' kicked in) with a load of other labourers and we passed a film crew for East Midlands Today. All my fellow labourers hid their faces. They didn't want the DHSS seeing that they had been working, so they could all go and sign on the following week. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Webbo Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 Labouring on Building sites in the Highfields for cash in hand in the 1980s as a student. God knows what I breathed in. No helmet, no goggles. I fell off something or cut myself or hammered my hand pretty much constantly. I worked unsafely from ladders and on rooftops. I did strip outs, landscaping, labouring for brickies, plasterers and roofers. I was once sat on the back of a truck (again, it was before 'Elf and Safety' kicked in) with a load of other labourers and we passed a film crew for East Midlands Today. All my fellow labourers hid their faces. They didn't want the DHSS seeing that they had been working, so they could all go and sign on the following week. There was a lot of that in the 80s. I worked with a tiler working cash in hand on an Indian restaurant on the next corner to the job centre. He was called in for an interview once and the bloke interviewing him was the bloke he was on nodding terms with when they both arrived at work in the morning. He reckoned you could see in the interviewers face he was wondering all through where he knew his face from. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AKCJ Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 Fence creosoting. ****ing hell that was shite. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vardinhio Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 Yep that's the one. Stuck it out for a whole summer! Forgot to mention the terrible smell of Picachic across the road too. You'll be glad to know that both places have since been knocked down! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lavrentis Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 Kinda feel like i'm missing out having an office job, I feel office banter just aint enough Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FoxyPV Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 Not really had a job I really hated but one of the duties I hated the most, when working in the kitchens, was cleaning the stock pots in a fine dining restaurant, after the stock was removed (i was a veggie. It was vile) or making pate Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rincewind Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 Should it not be 'worst' job? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lavrentis Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 Should it not be 'worst' job? nah defo worse Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Webbo Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 I think the actual term is "worsest". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rincewind Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 I think the actual term is "worsest". That looks even worser worst worse wrong. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Julian Joachim Jr Shabadoo Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 I think the actual term is "worsest". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
separator Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 Delivering the Sporting Blue newspaper on a Saturday evening. Had to collect the money from all the customers and had to deliver across half of Melton. Took fooking hours, first time I did it my parents thought I'd been kidnapped it took so long Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr The Singh Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 White Dee's fluffer!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cambridgefox Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 That looks even worser worst worse wrong. Thats worserer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bamba's Babes Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 Cleaning hospital beds, commodes, walkers etc. sometimes with shit all over them. That was fun. Not really it was shit. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MC Prussian Posted 4 September 2014 Share Posted 4 September 2014 I worked for a building company once. My stint lasted four months, it was part of my plan of financing my studies abroad. It was a humbling experience for someone who had spent the majority of his life in a secure school environment and obviously, I got taken the piss out of me for coming across so book smart almost every single day. Tell you what, I hated it quite a lot. The contrast to school was so extreme. Suddenly, you're amongst men who only care about how well you perform on the day and how well you can assist them and that they can rely on each other on each new site. I did my best, but the foreman gladly played the hostile card and used many opportunities to take it out on me. All in all, I'm still glad I did it. It made me appreciate the hardships these men go through every single day and what effort it takes to last in this business up until retirement. You won't hear me say a bad word about tradesmen in my life - unless they're deliberately doing something wrong. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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