What did you do at your WORST job?

[MHarryE]

Holsteins naturally have horns, and the best way to stop the growth at the start is when the are a few months old burn their heads around the horn. We had something like a giant soldering iron with a heavy heated ring that woul self-center on the nubbin and then it was hold and burn. My uncle used the iron while I held the head steady with the burning flesh, hair, and bone going right into my nose and face. Then the bull calves were castrated. Lock their head, then hold a hind leg up and out so my uncle could cut them without getting kicked. Imagine a vasectomy with a jackknife and no pain killer. Built up my muscles holding those critters but then I left the farm and the muscle turned to blubber.

 

[Brushhill dave]

I spent a good part of my career working in power plants where there are plenty of hot, dirty jobs, but the worst, In an old plant when I was the new guy all of the toilets were filled to overflowing with *&%%$ and I had to go in with a plunger and get them all working while wading in the nasty water.

When I was in my early teens in Indiana I baled hay every summer. It was hot and itchy and I was always the one put up in the hay loft of the barn because I could take the heat.

During my days as a boilermaker / welder any time my working partners would complain about whatever crappy job we were doing I always said: "it beats baling hay" and I meant it.

There's no bad days as a boilermaker!

 

[newbury]

On reflecting I may have it now.

My boss requires 365days 24 hours work.
I fix pumbing, maintain vehicles, take out the garbage and empty the dog poop.

My boss is CONSTANTLY telling me to get going.

He just yelled at me I'm spending too much time on TBN.

I'm retired, I'm my boss.

 

[Travelover]

Worst job was after high school in a zinc die casting shop. The shop floor had a bunch of zinc casters that each had a pot of molten zinc (790 degrees) at one end and a casting die in the center. If the die did not seal completely when it closed, it sprayed that molten zinc all over everyone in the shop. You could tell how long anyone had worked there by their scars.

After the zinc was cast, the work piece was put into a hydraulic trim die to cut off the flashing. You had to reach in between the dies to take out the finished pieces and clean the loose flash from the dies. Some of the machines would unpredictably close, so they had a steel bar that swung between the dies to keep your hands from getting crushed. One day they asked me to run a machine that was totally unsafe and I told them to stuff it and quit on the spot.

 

[D7E]

Nights in a big warehouse dissmantling fridges and freezers by hand ...lost a lot of blood that month , probably contributed greatly to my tinnitus .
Whole winter in semi frozen mud knee deep in the rain slinging cast iron water pipes to excatator buckets on cross country pipeline .
Worst ever was milking cows on a 600 head dairy farm , The stink of the parlour cleaner and slop everywhere ....VERY DEPRESSING ! , Give me pigs,sheep,beef anything else .

 

[JDgreen227]

On reflecting I may have it now.

My boss requires 365days 24 hours work.
I fix pumbing, maintain vehicles, take out the garbage and empty the dog poop.

My boss is CONSTANTLY telling me to get going.

He just yelled at me I'm spending too much time on TBN.

I'm retired, I'm my boss.

OH BULL ROAR...I too am retired and compared to the S*** I described in my OP, being retired is a walk in the park eating an ice cream cone. You still had to do all the household and outdoor chores you had before you retired but you had a lot less time to do them in.

 

[polo1665]

Anyway, my worst job was as Final Inspection Quality Supervisor at a company that made turbine blades. A union shop in a company that was going down the crapper rapidly.
The worst things about the job was that any and all delays during production ended up as a rush in final inspection...and union inspectors worked at their pace (no faster). I got canned after about 3 or 4 months...I was happy as a clam to get out of the terrible place. I also got severance pay, which surprised me.
One thing I learned...I'll never work as a front line supervisor in a union shop again...never!!

My worst job was working in a "Little Ceasars" pizza shop when I was in high school. Owners were real A-holes.
Cleaning animal pens and other odd jobs at the local veterinary clinic on weekend mornings ran a close second. Nothing quite compares to being on incinerator duty at the veterinary clinic.

Now I'm a front line supervisor in a union shop:laughing:
............and guess what we make:laughing::laughing:

 

[blueriver]

During high school I was known as the farm kid to hire. I worked and worked hard and pleased anyone who ever hired me ... stacked alot of square bales of hay, cleaned alot of hog and cattle barns with a pitch fork loading a manure spreader.

THE WORST ... years ago the hog finishing barns had "pits" under them ... the floors where slatted concrete and all waste went in the pit ... about 5' deep and as big as the barn. The end of the barn had a lid like a hatch where the "honey wagon" would drop the hose and suck out the liquid manure ... neighbor called my dad and told him the job and dad says the boy's on his way ... when I got there he handed me a scoop shovel and stated the far end of the barn had compacted to much to flow and he needed it pushed to the end where the honey wagon was ... it was a miserable job ... basicly I was stirring the hog shlt with the shovel to make it flow ... shovel after shovel. Mother handed me a bar of soap and ran the garden hose before I could even take a bath ...Keep in mind I'm over 6' and that pit was I recall was about 5'

 

[buckeye4life]

I had to operate the honey wagon for a luxury aircraft comode owned by a TV evangelist. We'd hook up the hose, pull the handle and yell "Holy S***" every time.

That's funny. My worst job was working for a Owens Corning drop ceiling tile factory. 90 degrees and humid in the summer wearing a head to toe paint suit to reduce the amount of fiberglass fibers that tend to bury themselves in your skin. For the 3 months I worked there, I looked and felt like I had a bad case of hives. I had to get rid of car I had due to all the fiberglass that got tracked into it.

 

[powerpace]

Holsteins naturally have horns, and the best way to stop the growth at the start is when the are a few months old burn their heads around the horn. We had something like a giant soldering iron with a heavy heated ring that woul self-center on the nubbin and then it was hold and burn. My uncle used the iron while I held the head steady with the burning flesh, hair, and bone going right into my nose and face. Then the bull calves were castrated. Lock their head, then hold a hind leg up and out so my uncle could cut them without getting kicked. Imagine a vasectomy with a jackknife and no pain killer. Built up my muscles holding those critters but then I left the farm and the muscle turned to blubber.

I've done that. Dad worked on ranch's and dairy's for years. Days of dehorning and castration. Not my favorite.