Imagine being that guy who makes sure every ruler is 12 inches and on your last day on the job you realise the ruler you were using to measure them was actually 13 inches long.
My first job was burning grass. Literally they gave a child a bottle of kerosene and said "hey make little lines of fire to stop the bigger fire that's clearing the field . . . don't burn yourself, it'll be a while before anyone can get to you" $6 an hour and probably years off my life but it was fun
My arms ache just thinking about it. This quarter I'm taking a wood sculpture class and a painting class back to back. The first day of school, I sawed for 3 hours and then painted for 3 more. Then I drove home and cried because my shoulder hurt so much. I built up some muscle since so it's not so bad but the first day was so painful.
yeah i thought that sounded like the best job ever till i remembered having to break up rocks during yard work at a friends house with a pickaxe. And i know the sledge would be even heavier that shit was the hardest workout i ever had my shoulders never even ached liked that from firing big kick 7.62 rifles with no stability whatsoever.
@@LexYeen well it's not like they're gonna be connected to the plumbing, so who cares about some dried in shit? Just slap on goggles and PPE and a face mask and get smashin!
I was a Wizard once. Taught kids in elementary schools how to play chess while wearing a Wizard robe and hat. It was actually really fun, except for the time a kid was having digestive problems, stuck her finger in her pants, pulled it out covered in literal crap, and asked “is this poop?” While waving it in my face.
I worked in a Portillo’s (Chicago based hot dog restaurant.). Manager never learned my name, I never got to sit down, I handed out the food so everyone yelled at me when somebody got the order wrong. I would burn myself on the fryer just to feel something. The last straw is when an elderly customer went into cardiac arrest, and I was the only one who knew CPR. I did CPR until the paramedics arrived and pronounced him dead. After they carted him out, the manager was like “Ok, Louise, time to get back to work!” I was 17 and had just watched a dude die. I was having a breakdown. I was not emotionally equipped to serve hot dogs.
@@jesalt8230 I don’t know. The first thing that came to my mind was a man dressed in a ridiculous coyote costume, dancing in front of people on a stage.
Makes me think of that room in Ocarina of Time that's full of pots and the one guard inside is basically encouraging you to wreck them at your leisure.
I was an indentured Irish servant in a reenactment village for a summer. We used to get our pay docked if we did anything to “break character”. They’d make us turn our pockets out when tourists weren’t around to check we didn’t have phones / keys / wallets even in our possession, not using it, but just on it at all. Mate of mine lost half a days wages because he had an almost invisible stamp on the back of his hand from a nightclub.
I think you may just have been an indentured irish servant, no reanactment required. Seriously, what century are we living in where your employer can just say "I'm docking your pay" willy-nilly.
My worst job was at a Michaels Craft store as well but I think my story tops the glitter thing. I called in sick 3 hours before work because I had the flu and shouldn't be working because my fever was so high. My boss Jeff told me to come in anyway. The thing is this was the hottest week the summer during the covid COVID-19 pandemic so I was wearing a mask and the ac was broken near the registers and in the break room. I was dehydrated, had barely eaten anything that morning because I was sick, and overheating. So of course about an hour into my shift I start to get extremely light headed and shakey. luckily, I've passed out before so I knew the signs before it happened and I was able to hit the call button on my head set and say something like "someone please come get me, I'm about to pass out." Before I lose ability to speak and have to lean against the counter to stay up. All of the managers run to get me and one of them who's like the team mom asks me if I'm okay and if I need anything right before my vision goes dark. The scary part is even though I couldn't see anything or know how much time passed I could still sort of feel my head convulsing and shaking up and down erratically like I'm having a seizure. When I come too, that manager who's like the team mom is holding my head in her hands crying. So Jeff, naturally being the caring boss he is, tells me to take a five minute break, buy an apple juice from the vending machine, have a snack, and go back to work when I'm cooled down. The entire time the other two managers are carrying me back to the break room while I'm shaking and sobbing my eyes out, Jeff is at the front of the store trying to convince customers that that saw everything that they shouldn't call an ambulance and that everything was fine. The nice manager who caught me was crying and called my mom for me even though Jeff threatened to fire her if she did and she even helped me to my car so I could cool down in the air conditioning while she screamed at Jeff inside. My parents ended up driving me to the emergency room because I couldn't drive so I waited 6-7 hours plus testing to find out I probably had a false seizure due to heatstroke and dehydration, so if team mom didn't intervene when she did I could have fucking died. I had already put in my two week notice that night in the hospital but when Jeff called me in at 9:30 am the next morning to ask if I was coming in to work I said screw it and just stopped showing up completely. The worst part is corporate didn't do anything about it because I didn't receive any injuries as a direct result of work because I went in knowing I was sick because I didn't want to be fired. So yeah, Michaels is a great place to work and it's super LGBT friendly and everything, but fuck Jeff I could have died because of him.
Sorry for the long rant I just needed to get that all out there because again, he wouldn't let anyone call an ambulance and I COULD HAVE FUCKING DIED. Not to mention I have a bad heart already so I would have died if it wasn't for the team mom.
That team mom though Omg she was so wholesome and sweet! I’m glad she was there for you and I’m so sorry that happened, that must have been a traumatic experience and I hope you’re doing ok.
My weirdest job was making drastically below minimum wage at a dollhouse store. We were singlehandedly kept afloat by a guy who won a bunch of money on a horse race, but I was fired after 3 months because the second-in-command to the owner was manipulating him into firing his other employees so she and her husband could steal thousands of dollars worth of dollhouse furniture whenever the owner was gone. I could go on for ages about this job. It was the weirdest time of my life and I'm still not entirely sure the whole thing wasn't a fever dream.
Here's a fun one: when I was a little lad, not even ten, my dad would bring me along to where he worked and a big part of what he had me do to 'help' was stand outside and smash broken tech with an ordinary hammer. The toilet smasher is the final boss of whatever the hell I was helping with
You were doing the most brain dead way to do data security. Basically, if your computer is reduced to dust, nobody short of forensic experts can retrieve your data. The proper way is to delete all the data from the hard drive and overwrite it with random noise. It's much more fun to hit it with a hammer though. Source: worked IT and smashed a few hard drives instead of wiping them.
@@un7n0wing85 so why isn't US DoD do it? Like Luffy's dad brought him to place where he could print out, take away, phtotograph, and upload our entire air defense grid on a racist Discord server. That's why we don't like sharing intel with Americans!
You know when you see homeless people on the street with surprisingly content-looking dogs? My grandfather (who was a drug dealer) had a job lending those out to them for money so people would pity them
In Germany they just have them for company and warmth. What kind of weird homeless people do you have? Relying on an unknown dog for pity points. The risk of the dog scaring off people is probably greater than them attracting any money. Especially bc people rather tend to think "if you can pay for a dog than you already have enough money" Idk sounds fake.
"One summer I cleaned the dolls that people practice CPR on. I knew there was something else going on when my coworker came in with a blacklight, saying ‘you’re gonna want to see this’”
As someone who has worked 40 hours a week as a cemetery cemetery groundskeeper, that's literally what happens. Your objective is to mow and weed wack the entire cemetery in a 5 day work week, then it all grows again over the weekend and you have to start all over on Monday.
My mother had a similar job, only to her it was the best job she's ever had because she didn't have to talk to people (most of her jobs have been customer service). Her favourite part was getting to dig graves with a backhoe.
I thought volunteering at the local vet clinic for a scholarship was a good idea. It was all peaches for the first week, with the usual amount of mopping dog piss off the floor like you'd expect, as well as counting every individual pill in their closet full of medicine for inventory. But it wasn't until one day I got to learn the hard way what the chest freezer in the break room was for that I realized why this may not have been the greatest idea. Yes. The kind of freezer you'd hide bodies in was in fact hiding bodies. They were all bagged and tagged, and I had to find someone's stupid hamster by name alone and excavate it from among the pile of frozen corpses. My only coping mechanism was to call each cadaver by name as I shifted them all around with my bare hands for almost an hour. I got awfully familiar with them since I had to check all their tags, and the damn hamster was in the very bottom corner of the freezer. Needless to say, I am never pursuing any animal or medical profession. Ever.
I was a zookeeper assistant a few months ago as a part time job. Someone SOMEHOW smuggled drugs into the zoo through a loaf of bread, which they promptly gave to a duck, and they didn't even realise was the one that they somehow brought in was the one they gave to the duck, and I knew something was up when the duck bit me three times on my ankle and THEN my face somehow, and proceeded to hump my leg. I had to quit after that. I wasn't dealing with accidentally drugged up creatures.
this is why I try to be as nice as possible to literally anyone and everyone because you have no idea what kind of shit they put up with. someone has to do the jobs no one wants to do and i appreciate them.
@@polocatfan you're right about that. i just try to be nice to people who deserve it. the whole "you aren't mean to me, i won't be mean to you" kind of thing. i was mainly thinking about people with jobs where they dont get paid enough for the shit they deal with or the people they have to endure. karens are terrifying people. so are criminals and those guys are a whole other situation/topic. you do have a point there though.
I briefly worked at Walmart during Black Friday (seasonal position) as a fashion associate. Most of the time, I had to fold clothes. It was the most boring job ever, and the men's section was easily the worst. Also, our manager expected *way* too much of us.
@@cosmicsocks_ The men's section was incredibly messy, especially with folded clothes. There was a cube shelf thingy that took me 2 shifts to completely fold, for example. People would just throw clothes on top of the shelves, whether they belong there or not.
I work apparel full time there, and due to the short staffing we had to keep those things neat *and* our own department, this past black Friday. Just constant folding and organizing and repackaging all of the time. It's boring as hell, but at least our manager(s) have reasonable expectations and actually help us with the grunt work.
My dads first job was at a bank. Not a high paying position obviously, the kind of office drones you see buzzing about in the background when you go into a bank. He showed up on the first day in a brand new suit his parents had just bought him to make a good impression, and went in to talk to his new supervisor. “Someone shoved a chicken curry in the ATM last night, go clean it out.”
I worked crowd control at a haunted house when I was 14. It was like babysitting...except instead of children I was looking after 50+ adults by myself who acted as if I wasn't a human being. Imagine being verbally, sexually and physically harassed by people twice your age in a building with no AC and you weren't allowed to speak...all the while dressed up like a plague doctor. My supervisor always pulled a Harry Houdini whenever I tried to tell him that people were hurting me and I left that building crying at the end of every shift. Oh yeah and a man tried to strangle me because I got too close to his girlfriend. I didn't even get paid for that shit.
Assuming that business is still there, I suspect you can sue them for criminal negligence and psychological damages. Also, the guy who choked you needs to face aggravated battery charges. Also also, another great reason why I do my best to try to smile at the actors in haunted houses and ask them how their day's gone. It's funny and I like to think it's a breath of fresh air. Maybe I'm wrong, though.
I once had a job at a hospital preventing Legionnaires' disease by making sure the water wasn't stagnant. My job was to go around the entire hospital, turning on every single tap in the hospital, letting it run for 2 minutes and then turning the tap off again. I did this every single day for about three months. There are a lot of taps in a hospital.
@@HDMediaUK IDK man, hospitals near me are hiring food servers for 20/hr. US healthcare is basically racketeering anyway. Wouldn't be surprised if the dude was pulling in a decent wage doing it
I am genuinely grateful for people who clean CPR dolls. During my first introduction to first aid back in high school, I had to train on a doll. The guy who went before me basically pronounced his words in different forms of concocting saliva. When it was my turn, I alternated between your typical breast pumps and breathing, only to have a mouthful of saliva splash back at me after I closed the nose of the doll and breathed it full. Pure dread. So thank you, CPR doll cleaners.
There was a kid in my group when we were all learning CPR who pretty much fondled the breasts instead of pumping properly. We mocked him at the time for sucking. But honestly, I think he was in to something.
Weirdest job I've had was as an audio test subject. It was for a company that did Defense Department subcontracting. When another Defense Department contractor designed voice communications systems/devices for military use, this company would test them to make sure they met requirements for intelligibility. I guess it's fairly important that one can understand what the hell is being said on the radio in a combat zone. So I would sit in a soundproof booth wearing headphones listening to speech samples. There were two kinds of tests. One was rhyming word pairs. A list of rhyming word pairs was on your computer terminal (ancient green CRT screens) and a voice would read one of the words in each pair and you had to select the one you heard. Like either bob-job or bill-pill, etc. That one was just boring. The second test was much more bizarre. A group of random sentences would be read and you had to rate the sound for various kinds of noise that might be present (hiss, buzz, static, gurgling etc.) on a scale of 1-10. Like what does buzzing amount 3 vs. 4 sound like? Some of the samples had a bunch of weird background noise as part of the recording, like loud typing, heavy machinery, and what I assumed were a bunch of armored vehicles driving around. The sentences themselves were written just to have certain phonetic patterns and sequences in them, and were therefore truly surreal. There were dozens of them, but the only two I can remember now were "All the boys had cold feet" and "The rabbits and dogs all drowned." It was a part time job, six hours three days a week, because nobody could tolerate more than that. Consequently the test subjects were a mix of college students, musicians (that was me), and assorted slacker oddballs and potheads. There were these two guys who were strident communists, they played in a folk protest band called Rojo. One one of them was bipolar and had hair and a beard much like Leon Trotsky, some days he'd be ranting like a madman about agrarian land reforms and his contempt for democratic socialists between test sessions, others he'd be all depressed about the state of the struggle and his bandmate would be trying to cheer him up. This was especially interesting on a couple of days when I was there when NSA inspectors came in to check the security of the operation, and here's this guy holding forth about Althusser and the Ideological State Apparatus. After several months, I completely stopped paying any attention during the tests and just sat there typing in random responses, which led to me being fired a few weeks later. My responses deviated too far from the median, making it clear that I was just hitting keys. They actually gave me two weeks severance pay, which I've never gotten before or since. Still, since I was 22, I got all pissy and mad, like "Well...maybe you should have explained that I'd get fired if I completely stopped trying!"
They're really not all necessary though. They're profitable or "valuable" (in the strictly economical sense of the word) but the fact that people will pay for something does *not* make it necessary. People are often stupid and misguided, and very necessary things like housing the homeless and educating kids doesn't happen, because no one is willing to put the resources into it. But you can make money as a dancing coyote at a steakhouse or selling dropshipped crap off Alibaba. Just because something is profitable *does not* mean it is necessary.
My stepdad used to work at a candy factory, which was in no way as whimsical as Willy Wonka makes it out to be. One day he was being shown how to work a machine that made suckers and that you had to be vigilant when operating it since it can take your fingers off- the dude training him proceeded to get the tip of his index finger popped off and made into a sucker. SD thought it was a joke until it wasn’t.
6:04 it sounds a bit silly in this context, but yeah a lot of content moderation jobs have the risk of causing serious psychological harm, the whole idea is that if someone's trying to publish snuff films or child exploitation content you're the one who's traumatized by it instead of the public.
I had to work in lidding for a school uniform warehouse. The process of lidding is basically just opening a box, making sure it has all of the right stuff in it, and putting the stuff back into the box. It definitely isn’t the worst job to exist, but I was 16 and had a full work week, 9-5. Didn’t even know that was legal. Honestly, I’m still not sure.
As far as I know, up to 8 hours with a required lunch break per day is legal in the US. My 17 year old brother gets 8 hour shifts from 4 pm to midnight every now and then
When I was 12 my sister was hired to go around knocking on people's doors and commanding them to vote for whoever was running for state senator at the time. I went along with her, and after a while she actually decided to make me do it. By myself. In random neighborhoods. There was one guy in particular who was quite angry that a 12 year old gave him a political flyer. I was afraid he'd try to punch me. After nearly escaping death dozens of times finally it was over. My sister's boss told her that she and I did such a good job we were invited to a free dinner which the best employees went to. And my mom refused because "rowdy drunk people" She let me knock on strangers doors and give them flyers that most definitely would make them get upset and rowdy, but I can't go to a party with my adult sister and mom?
@@rpmstudios I completely agree, and I'm still salty about that. My sister randomly came to me the other day and apologized for making me do most of the work. My mom still hasn't though.
Call centers must be really tough. A callcenter worker said thanks to my wife because she was nice on the phone and that she apreciates this. My wife was a little confused as she held a normal conversation, apparantly this was an excemption for that call center worker.
I used to be a call center worker (not telemarketing, I booked people for covid vaccines) and I swear to god I went home crying everyday. I worked from 8-5 with 2 15 minute breaks and half an hour for lunch. The rest of the day consisted of people blaming me for having to wait in line on the phone, being mad that I couldn't completely reprogram the computer software we used to book people so they could get what they wanted, people not wanting the same vaccine twice because some frickin nutritionist told them one of them is bad, etc. Honestly the worst job you can work. I would rather shovel crap.
The worst job I've had so far was actually surprisingly fun. I was driving around with electric vehicles in an underground system that belonged to a hospital. My job was to deliver hospital food, trash and whatever other stuff they needed in certain places of the hospital. I only got to see the sun when I was on a break and because they don't have enough people working there it was super stressful and even though I was just some new guy down there I had to hold a lot of responsibility.
Cleaning movie theatres. People say rotting corpse is a smell they'll never forget, and while that is true (I've smelled it), you also never forget the stench of floor popcorn, abandoned lattes/sodas/slushies/chocolate milk2go, room temperature processed cheese sauce, and half-eaten sauerkraut hot dog all mixed together into one rancid-ass cinematic buffet. This all got crammed into clear garbage bags, which I then had to haul DISCREETLY through the theatre to the trash compactor outside. And no, we were not allowed to wash our hands before taking your tickets.
Eww reminds me of when I worked at a summer camp and it was time to take out the trash, the bad part is the big trash cans were outside so all the trash had been cooking in the sun and getting extra stinky.
The cleaning lady in my college dorm disliked almost everyone living on my floor because some people from our floor (AFAIK no one ever found out exactly who) would do outrageous things like hiding food under couch cushions or using furniture in public areas as a hamper.
I had to that during one summer break. One of the ex freshman left us the lovely gift of a poop in the vacuum. To think, someone was paying thousands in tuition to pull this kind of shit…
Not me, but my cousin used to have a part-time job that revolved around helping to dig up old graves to create room on a graveyard. When nobody pays "rent" for their relative's grave anymore the grave gets dug open, the bodies and gravestone removed. A guy in a digger would get the remains out of the graves and my cousin had to put skulls and bones on a conveyor belt that'd transport the remains up into a machine that'd shake the dirt off of them. Sometimes the skulls would roll back out. He quit that job with a trauma and had nightmares about it for a good while.
These videos are surprisingly difficult to do, and you do them *perfectly* . Perfect speed, clear and interested voice, and no awful lo-fi music while you ramble for 7 minutes about what I just read AND heard to then plug a sponsor. Just well done and to the point.
Honestly the sperm bank job sounds like something I would do. I already have applied at a sperm 'testing' facility/fertility clinic at a hospital in the nearest big city (about 30 miles away) and would've been doing mostly lab work (cum observation duty, as I would have called it), but unfortunately didn't even get a call, they just ghosted me.
My coworker told me about a racist researcher she worked for. At one point, their laboratory had to be moved to a really old building and he made a "joke" that they wouldn't let her use the front door (because she is black).
Let's see... I've cleaned horse stables, worked as a janitor for an office that had 18 separate bathrooms, worked transport at a hospital which included moving corpses by myself in the middle of the night, and various other hellish jobs such as child care. Out of everything though, being a waitress was the absolute worst job I've ever had. It's been twenty years... twenty YEARS... since I did that job and to this day I still have nightmares where I'm the only one on shift, there's a line out the door, and I can't keep any of their orders straight.
@@seanarmstrong3788 I worked night shift at IHOP and it was usually just me and the cook. One night a guy came in and didn't wait to be seated. He just started wandering around like he was looking for something... including behind the cash register and inside both bathrooms. I asked him if he needed help and he responded with his own question... "How many people are here right now?" I was a bit confused and answered honestly that it was just me and the cook. He seemed relieved to hear that and asked to be seated "where he could see everyone else in the restaurant." Well, there was literally nobody else at the time so I told him to sit anywhere he wanted to. He took awhile to think about it, but finally decided and was about to sit down when he suddenly stopped, looked at me very seriously, reached into his jacket and said, "It's not a gun. I promise. I'm not going to hurt you." I was thinking that that's probably the sort of thing you hear right before you get shot in the face, but I said, "Okay. That's good." and handed him a menu. He continued talking with his hand in his jacket. "It's not a gun. I swear. It's just a video tape." and he pulled out a beat up looking VHS tape and placed it on the table as he sat down. I said "Okay" again because what the hell else are you supposed to say in that situation, and he suddenly snatched it off the table and shoved it back into his jacket while telling me that I couldn't touch it because it was really dangerous. I decided he was probably on drugs or something and just asked what he wanted to drink. He said he'd like a hot chocolate. I went to to go grab it and also popped my head into the kitchen to let the cook know we had a bit of a weird one tonight. When I came back out with the hot chocolate, the guy was searching the bathrooms again and peeking under tables. He came back to sit down when I gave him his drink and told me that the tape proved the CIA killed JFK. I said "Oh." He then told me I couldn't tell anyone that or the fact that I'd seen him that night. I said "Okay" and asked what he'd like to eat. He suddenly asked if he could use the phone by the register. I said that'd be fine. He paced back and forth while whispering and gesturing for nearly twenty minutes while his hot chocolate got cold. He then hung up, came back to the table, and started to cry. I came over and asked if he was okay and he just kept apologizing over and over, saying that he knew he didn't have any money when he came in and couldn't pay for the drink. I told him not to worry about it, but he started pulling everything out of his pockets, including his car keys and wallet, handed them to me, then took off running out of the restaurant and down the street. There was a group of police officers that usually came in for a meal around that time, so I decided to wait and ask them what to do. In the meantime, I checked some of the stuff he'd given me and found that his wallet contained 15 different library cards under different names and also had the title to his vehicle. When the police showed up, I gave everything to them. One of the cops actually knew the guy. Said he was a paranoid schizophrenic that they'd dealt with quite a few times and that he was harmless. He paid for the guy's hot chocolate and went back out to try to find him. My shift ended before it was resolved, but I heard he got all his stuff back, including his car.
Oh yeah, and my coworkers teased me about it afterwards saying the guy probably did have proof about JFK's assassination and was now being tortured somewhere because I ratted him out to the cops. 😟
I worked (unpaid) at a summer camp and had to hide behind a bush dressed in a thick cockroach costume in hot july weather. They didn't even give bottled water to me and the girl who was behind the bush with me. They gave us an open pitcher of water to balance on the floor behind the bush (which of course got bugs in it because it was july) and a bin of watermelon slices (they tasted like heaven when it was that hot). They gave donut holes to the counselors working inside but gave none to us :D. I also got chased by a goose in the process. On the bright side, they told us the times the kids would come around, so we got to walk around outside in between, but it was so hot-
@@tbotalpha8133 i mean, you can’t always fasten the ladder, and a lot of time, tying something to the bottom doesn’t help as they’re tall enough that the weight ends up being pretty meaningless, and that’s just for ladders that are v shaped, not ones that go against walls. So I can believe that you would hire someone to hold a ladder. At least that’s my experience with them.
Please give me that job, that's the easiest money you'll ever make. No responsibility or stress. You don't have to think: "Will I be able to do this? What if I get a task I'm unfamiliar with and I get yelled at for failing?" No, you just hold a ladder and generate passive income like a glitch in a video game. One time I worked at a cemetary and mowed the lawn for 8 hours a day, it was the best thing ever except I had to move my arms around and the whole lawnmower shaked like hell. I'd take your job in a heart beat. I'd listen to podcasts and radio while chilling and knowing I'm making money just by standing still, not having to worry about my bills the next month.
technically not a job but when I was in middle school my mom ran an in-house daycare and I had to help her with the kids. unpaid. All summer for multiple summers. It's soured me toward kids, which is something I feel bad about every day
Don't feel bad about it. Kids aren't all sunshine and roses, and you have your reasons for starting to feel a bit more weary around them. If you've ever wanted to have children, and this experience has pushed you away from that causing you to feel bad about it, it's still okay. If you ever do want to have kids, your children will turn out how you raise them. If you raise them well, you'll have damn good kids. If you decided against having kids because you potentially realized that's not something you can handle, then that's very mature and responsible of you to decide that. I don't believe every person should have kids. Some people are way too selfish to have children. There's nothing wrong with being selfish either; it's your life! You have every right to do what YOU want. Besides, nothing wrong with having a cat or dog (or maybe even a lizard!) as a stand-in child. Either way, it's okay to feel bad about it, but don't let that rule your decisions. Think about what you truly want, and go for it!
4:06 The way they tell this story makes it sound like they quit BECAUSE of the birds whispering. Like they were super self-conscious that the birds were talking about them...
My first job was in a pathogen lab, doing petri swabs for salmonella and listeria. On things that had been incubating at 37 degrees C for 2 days. Swabs from factory handrails, bits of hide from slaughterhouses, lots of meats and chicken and olives. The worst part was dealing with the control samples though, which were chicken in slimy broth that had deliberately had salmonella added to them before incubation. It was also my job to empty these out into the sink afterwards. It was impossible not to gag.
I bet that smelled god awful, but honestly it sounds pretty interesting. I got my degree planning to go into laboratory work but got burnt the fuck out with education and decided to take my associate's and run.
Reminds me of when my grade 9 science teacher made us clean out test tubes full of months-old rotten jello that had dead flies and fly larvae in them. The smell was atrocious.
@@limiv5272 "disgusting, but also important" sums up a lot of biology as far as I can tell. Chronic wasting disease spreading to humans would be a nightmare scenario because it can't be cured, is very difficult to destroy, and could potentially spread very far before anyone notices since it progresses very slowly. The deer head checker probably had the most important job in this video
I can relate to the guy at 6:04. That was my job for ALL 4 YEARS of college. My company did not have the psychologist precaution though. As a result I now suffer from severe anxiety and PTSD. Since then I have had 127 seizures and 24 mental ward visits.
I work in a pig processing plant, monotonous butchery work, cleaning rotten meat off the empty bins, hosing pig carcass', working in cold fridges all the time. I actually don't mind it at all because the bosses are very good to their staff. If you have to leave early they're usually fine, if they think somethings wrong they'll talk to people and try and sort it. Basically all these jobs are bad jobs because the people in charge are thoughtless, selfish and/or incompetent.
I worked at a pork processing/packaging factory at night for about 20 days or so. Literal hell. The station they trained me for wasn't even the station I was assigned to, there was a layer of pig fat on EVERYTHING, the cafeteria was on the other side of the entire building, and a work day was usually 10-12 hours depending on how much the day shift screwed up. Worst day on the job was when I was boxing loins and the conveyor belt above me was dropping hams. Boss floor manager told me to stay back, and the floor manager in charge of my area got pissy because I wasn't doing my job. And I was already having a shit day because that station is a two person job and I was stuck working solo. Job physically took a lot out of me and I got fired because I couldn't work fast enough. Needless to say I was happy getting fired from that hellhole.
I'm ngl, I would've double flipped the fucker off on my way out. Probably would've cursed him out too. If that didn't happen I definitely would've double finger flipped that bastard.
I once did door-to-door canvassing. The first door I knocked on was answered by a guy in his underwear. The next one had huge pig appear clawing and screeching at the window. I was chased by dogs, chased by BEES, all in the span of the TWO DAYS I lasted.
@@itsgirlcraft5842It's okay, it was just one cartoonish event after another so it's definitely laughable. I have bad luck generally but that was some top tier misfortune lol
Wait, just to clarify: Were you chased by dogs and chased by bees on two separate occasions? Or where the dogs that were chasing you being chased by bees?
@@sabotower1792 It was two instances - one day was the dogs, the next day was the bees, and then there was no third day because I quit. If the dogs had been chasing me because they were being chased by bees, I would've probably forgiven the whole thing 😅
Y'know, this video is helping me a lot, makes me think that if people survived doing these jobs (assuming they survived), I'll manage anything just fine.
I once worked returns at a clothing distribution warehouse. Someone returned jeans literally FILLED with shit. I didn't know until I opened the bag it was returned to us in and was hit with the worst smell i've ever experienced.
Every single day when I think I can't be surprised I read shit like this I'm starting to get paranoid about getting a job or that my philosophy is wrong that "everyone is good inside"... more like everyone is full of shit
I worked at a KFC when I was 14 and for the most part it was fine. I did have a customer in drive through once ask me "what's up with the fire truck?" and I said I had no idea. Took their order and once they pulled through I asked a co-worker. Turns out the roof was on fire and no one thought that was important to mention. I was also constantly asked to ladle boiling hot gravy onto the mashed potatoes with one of the plastic mashed potato cups because we didn't have a ladle. The cups would melt and warp in the gravy. I asked and asked but they would not get us a ladle.
Dude I worked at a KFC in highschool too, it SUCKED. They threw me in on the busiest day of the week with only about five minutes of training, complained whenever I washed the windows in a slightly different order, and then took all my hours off the schedule and ghosted me for two weeks until I had to call the store to ask what happened and another minimum wage employee had to tell me that they'd apparently fired me without telling me
@@emmarounsville1479 Weirdly, I kind of enjoyed working at KFC. Like, it wasn't an ideal workplace, y'know, the fire thing, they wanted me to put gravy on the potatoes using one of the gravy containers. The gravy is BOILING and those containers basically melt in high heat. I was like, "nah I'm not gonna burn myself with scalding gravy, why don't we have a ladle?" But the cooks were nice and always gave me food. They used to sell something called "firey fillets" in my country which were spicy grilled fillets and the cooks knew I liked them and would always say "Hey fresh firey fillets are up, want one?". The cooks were nice. I also rather liked making burgers. I'm not gonna lie, I'm 24 and would probably be happy to work at KFC again. It was stressful and maybe unsafe at times, but honestly as a whole, I enjoyed it. I also enjoyed being able to take some of whatever hadn't been sold at the end of the night. My manager was always cool about that and told me to grab some dinner before I left. Wow an essay about working at KFC, I'm sorry lmao no one asked.
@@momothebug What country you live in, man? I don't think I've ever heard of KFC selling something like that in the USA. Haven't worked at a KFC myself, but have never really heard good things about working there before. Don't apologize for the story, it was interesting.
My family did alot of construction so alot of my early jobs involved doing stuff on construction sites at 10 without any proper saftey equipment. Its a goddamn miracle nothing heavy ever fell on my head or that i never tripped on top of the scaffolding. Now i work in a pizza place making dough for the pizzas. Short hours, low pay, working in a room always kept at 80°F, no pushing stick for the dough rollers so watch your fingers, and no you dont get a respirator for the dry flour in the air. On the bright side they let me wear headphones, work alone, and dont complain about me taking alot of smoke breaks outside. So i just put on podcasts to pass the time while i mix, cut, wheigh, and roll dough. Once i helped a guy who ran his own whisky distillery though, that was pretty fun. Didnt get paid and had to stop eventually but he was cool. In the few days i spent there i learned how to mix up the mash they ferment for large whisky batches
There's a reason I've always called glitter "craft herpes." It never truly goes away and pops up right when you don't want it to. I feel Michael's ex-employee's pain. I once worked as a cashier for Walmart. It was just a seasonal position spanning from October to February. Surprisingly I really didn't mind the job for the most part. The part of it I hated the most was the few times they had no one manning the doors and I had to fill in since I was "the bottom of the totem pole" so to speak. It more or less consisted of pretending to read receipts and trying to look like I knew what I was doing. Spoiler alert, I had no fucking idea.
There was an old Bill Nye bit where he literally gave a pair of girls a handful of glitter to demonstrate how easily viruses can spread. One of the very few times "don't try this at home" was for reasons other than danger.
I also feel their pain. When my son was a toddler, he got into our craft bin and dumped three full containers of glitter on our wood floor. It still comes out of the crevices eight years later.
Door to Door "Charity" worker... I'm not proud of it and am certain everything going wrong in my life is Karma from it. I wanted to quit for ages but needed the money. Then they told me I had to work on a Bank Holiday Monday, the one day off some people would get and would either want to chill or be with family. It was when I was told that I handed all my shit in and said "I can't do this anymore" and walked out.
@@KayeTheDragon We basically went door to door guilt tripping people into giving their card info so they'd donate a monthly payment to X cause (X = Charity you were given). However we were paid hourly, and bullied if we didn't make enough charity (Sales). Charity work, in my eyes, means you do it for nothing.
@@sircatsmeow2886 Nah, that's "volunteer" work. All charities have operating costs they need to cover, and unless they specifically ask for volunteer workers, they need to pay their employees too. That's why they ask for monetary donations in the first place. That said, I would be extremely suspicious of any charity that pushes it's donation... uh, "gatherers"? Not sure what the right word is. But if the charity is pushing its outreach workers that hard to get subscribers, I seriously doubt they're actually acting in good faith. Sounds more like whoever is at the top of the organisation is just spending the bare minimum to appear like they're an actual charity, and pocketing the rest of the money. Especially if the charity isn't transparent about how its funds are being spent.
@@tbotalpha8133 The charities don't do it directly, they hire contract companies to fundraise for them. One company will usually fundraise for a dozen charities or more in any given year. Any time you've been cold called by phone or approached by a fundraiser on the street, you were probably talking to a contractor, not an employee of the actual charity. All major to mid-sized charities (at least in North America) use these contractors, and basically all the contractors use the same shady fundraising practices. It's gross. I got hired at a company that solicits donations from people on streets with lots of foot traffic. The company regularly got contracts with some pretty major and legit charities. The process was: convince someone to donate $10-$20, collect all their payment info, then right before they press "submit" on the form you reveal to them that they're actually signing up to pay $10-$20 PER MONTH. Then when they try to back out, you bully and guilt them, and keep telling them they can cancel any time but never specify how to cancel. Never accept "no". People have to literally just walk away mid-conversation if they want to get out of it. I watched my supervisor/trainer guilt a lovely young woman into signing up even though she explained she was unemployed and could not afford a monthly subscription. The trainer just would not let this woman out of the conversation, and the woman was too polite to just walk away, not to mention probably too nervous due to the fact that the trainer already had all her credit card info. On top of it all, we got paid entirely by commission, so if you want to pay your bills and eat, you have to trick and guilt people into signing up. I quit halfway through my first training shift. Luckily, I had enough of a safety net that I could afford to let the job go and keep searching for something less morally and legally dubious. I'm not letting the charities off the hook though. I'm sure they know what the solicitation practices are, and they turn a blind eye because they want to keep the lights on, and contracting out the fundraising work is cheaper than maintaining an in-house fundraising team.
Don't feel bad for what you needed to do to put bread on the table at the time. You've clearly learned from it, and the fact that you regret it proves you're not the kind of person who deserves that karma.
I work at a furniture factory and I gotta say...it's not the worst job in the world but it's super unsafe, the infrastructure is ENTIERLY made out of wood, high risk of fire, horribly organized work areas and there's another factory that uses gas and apparently there was an explotion there that made the ground shake all the way to our workplace... Just to name a few.
I worked at a dollar store right next to a drug rehab clinic. The addicts used to steal the bottles of Tylenol and leave the empty boxes. The worst part was that we had to do our job while hearing the same 10 shit songs on a loop (including a cheap ripoff of the Owl City song from Wreck-it Ralph and a song with the line "hashtag winning"). I got fired for stocking too slow on Mother's Day but I'm 90% sure I sabotaged myself so I wouldn't have to hear that damned Family Dollar corporate CD anymore.
omg, I understand you SO MUCH about that last part about the CD with the same 10 songs; i've worked one of my first jobs as a sales associate at the home electronics store November to January, and they've had about the same 5 songs going on repeat, and while i didn't mind, say, Adele, Mariah Carey's Christmassy screeching had stuck in my head like a psych torture device
I needed more time to process these so I watched the video on 0,75 speed. It was an amazing decision because it sounded like an overly drunk and heavily exaggerating guy rambling about his worst jobs to me in a house party. I can imagine it: we just ended up in the same quiet hallway at the same time and he said something which lead to a very interesting conversation and an hour later my friend comes looking for me and sees me and my new friend sitting in the corner and talking about what unfortunate things he had to see while working in a pig slaughterhouse.
most of the people watching this are adults who can relate to these posts on a physical level, and then there's me, a degenerate, laughing my ass off at "anus-drilling".
My career trajectory makes no sense but here is my employment history in chronological order. not kidding. Soldier in the US Army > Burger King employee for 1 day > professional clown for a chain restaurant > rentable secretary for small businesses > typesetter at a newspaper > printing company mascot dressed as a large stopwatch > beer glass decorator > ATM screen designer for Chase bank > Math textbook designer > and currently, executive director for an international non-profit on socio-economics. 🤷♂
As someone who writes as a hobby, man, I wish I could be paid for it, the weird stuff is better honestly, I just find writing the most absurd smut hilarious
Worst job I had was being a binman. It was about 35 degrees in the middle of summer, hauling compost bins that had been cooking in the sun. Made it 4hours in before getting drove back to the depot and projectile vomiting in the car park. Second worse was groundskeeping at a cemetery. One of the graves was open and had flooded with rain and made this yellow-ish foamy concoction with whatever embalming fluids came from the casket. :/
My worst job was putting bananas into boxes. I wasn't strong enough to lift them, so I had to get a large angry polish man to help. That was a fun time. The best part of that job was the machine to put the tags on the bagged bananas
7:52 doesn't sound too bad really. You'd get fit swinging a sledge all day, you could hardly f*ck up so badly you'd get fired, and you'd work out a lot of anger and frustration every day.
General floor staff at a theater in a mall. First job I ever had, still work there. In the time I've been there, I have experienced the following: - Some guy messing with our tape dispenser while ranting about stockholm syndrome. - A lady sat on one of our toilets and broke a shard off of it. - A tall guy in a blue mushroom shirt asked us if he had seen his friend. Apparently, they were playing hide and seek. This was a grown man, btw. - A group of teenagers let off a stink bomb in one of the auditoriums. I got to see one of them get chewed out by his parents in person. - Not me, but a former manager. He rung a lady up, and she tried paying for her order in Russian rubles. He said we didn't take that, and she pulled out regular American dollars. No idea why she started out with those. - I had to inquire as to how and why someone left a school issued Chromebook in one of the auditoriums. - By far the weirdest one. Three guys came into the theater once. Two of them were wearing nice suits, with one of them carrying what I assumed was a bag of clothes. They flanked a guy who was in plain clothes and in handcuffs. They tried to get them off him for a few minutes while I and a couple other coworkers stood there bewildered. They eventually asked us if we had anything to get them off. We said no. They asked if we could use our bathrooms. I have no idea what happened after that.
I've always hated glitter, and now when people ask, i'll simply show them 3:33 on this video. Open even a single container of glitter in your house *and you'll never escape it*
this is why as a kid i refused to mess with it for say arts and crafts or projects as being in my 20s now i would still probably somehow find it in spots in my house
My dog got into the birthday supply box (someone accidentally put her toy in there) and knocked confetti all over the floor, then while playing with her toy, spread it all around the living room. I don't think we'll ever be free of it.
A woman lost her eye because of glitter. Basically the little particles are filthy and one got stuck in her eye and gave her an infection so severe the eye was beyond saving and had to be removed. I don't screw around with glitter.
i briefly worked at a restaurant when i was 15. recieved a burn scar, didn't get medical treatment because, quote, "we ate all the painkillers already" and then also didn't get paid afterwards
That last job actually sounds awful. Imagine swinging around a 12 pound sledgehammer all day. That's about 5 kilos on the end of a stick. Now imagine that with the piercing screams of shattering ceramic. For hours. Wearing heavy gloves, long sleeves, blue jeans (or heavier), a hard hat and steel-toe boots. In an already hot warehouse. Fuck that.
I would still do it. And make russian PoWs watch me with horror as I destroy what their families sacrificed them for. Shiny, white, porcelain trophies. The cause of russia becoming a woman-only place in a decade. Toilets.
I used to work as a sign flipper. I’ve seen a few accidents, have had cigarette butts thrown at me twice, and saw a girl walking by on the sidewalk with a horse. Also, one time a coyote stole my breakfast sandwich during my lunch break.
my grandfather worked in a warehouse for a technology company. they had mislead shareholders over the quantity of hard drives they had to sell, so it was his job to start putting bricks in labeled hard drive boxes. Not broken drives, literal masonry bricks.
I worked one month as a cable/internet tech. In that one month I walked through a house with 6 inches of dog shit covering every inch of the floor, witnessed two men throwing knives at each other in the house I was servicing, had to practically swim through dirt and dust at every stop, serviced an actual loony asylum and this was all during winter so after working out in the freezing cold, I would go inside a hot house and get sweat rashes every day. All of this plus dealing with asshole customers treating you like nothing and getting bit by untrained dogs for $12/hr. Also we were incredibly understocked on our cable boxes and we had to take the heat for not having what the customers wanted. Respect your cable guy.
We recently had a cable guy come to the house. Made sure he had cold waters and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. He left with two gallon bags of cookies.
I worked at a gas station 3rd shift every weekend on the strip in our city for 3 years straight. Needless to say I've seen it all from kids macing or stabbing each other, I had to give CPR to a guy who overdosed in our parking lot, and way more stories than I care to get into. By far the worst moment was when, directly before my shift my ex's uncle (we dated for 7 years so he was my uncle too at that point) out of state committed suicide and I was in charge of telling him and his older brother that he died. I called my manager and explained what happened and he only gave me 30 minutes to collect myself, tell them, and get into work or fuck over my coworkers and be hated by the team pretty much.
That sounds awful, and I’m sorry for your loss. I’ve done lots of cashiering (no stabbings, just a LOT of entitled suburbanites) and people just do not see you as a human being sometimes
Half of these are "yup that's a candidate for Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe." The other half are "how did you not know you would have to do that before submitting a resume?"
About a year and a half ago I worked at a juicing shed. First day I was there the place was overrun with fruit flies for the entire shift. I had to stand on a platform and throw fruit into a big grinder; the platform vibrated so hard from the machinery that it burst several cells in my legs so I was spotty with blood under my skin. Apparently 2 people had been electrocuted in the past when cleaning the thing. I then moved onto the "special" orange/lemon/lime cutting machines which the boss proudly proclaimed were 20 years old and he'd had 'em since starting the buisiness. Damn things scratched up my hands because of the warped and mangled edges and my stupid fuckin' thin-ass gloves only helped to pool the citrus juice straight into my wounds. I left and reported the place once they started getting a really bad rat infestation. I kept finding rat shit in the orange shipments and was told to continuously blast it with a hose but it still smelt like rat piss no matter what. Also, some idiot ran over the power pole out the feont so we had to work in the dark with the shed door open for some light. If our order forced us to work late we had to use electric lanterns. The fridges remained pitch black. This lasted for 2 weeks.
Oh I’ve done two of these! In high school to get my community service hours for graduation I volunteered at a trauma center because my mom is a nurse there. Most of the job was literally carrying bags of blood and piss back and forth from the labs. Then my first ever paid job was as a waiter in the assisted living ward at a retirement home. They should not let random untrained teenagers work in assisted living wards. Its really depressing AND I got punched by a lady with severe dementia because i asked if she would like anything to drink lol. There was also a lot of piss in that job too. I would go hide in the walk in freezer and cry :(
I'm not sure if people have this in other countries, but in the USA there's a fast food chain called Sonic. It is a drive through, but there are also places where you can park your car and order through a speaker. Mine was the busiest Sonic in the state, and it got insane, especially after 8, when our shakes would be half-priced. We called it the witching hour. We would get lines so long it would obstruct traffic sometimes. The other employees and management were nice, but some of the customers were not. I think the worst thing that happened was when someone gave me a credit card that wouldn't swipe, and told me to go inside and try it, because we had better machines inside the store. As soon as I turned my back, they customers drove off with 50 bucks worth of food. I felt like a massive dip shit lol. There were also a surprising amount of people who asked to use our rest room, even though there were numerous other stores right next to us that had public rest rooms. These people decided to stop at the one place where you're not allowed to go inside the building, and ask to use the rest room.
One time I did community service hours at a cemetery. As much as I'd like to say I hated it, I actually admired looking at the plaques and things left for those who have passed whilst dusting and sweeping the mausoleum.
Ok the mental hospital must’ve sucked. I’ve been several times (as a patient) and one time this guy was hallucinating so bad that he was trying to unalive himself by bashing his head on the wall and it took 6 female staff to hold him down to give him the booty juice. It gave me flashbacks so I just cried in a corner while a friend tried to comfort me. If you see this Markus, thanks for helping me out, I miss you :) -Remi
Was sent to two different hospitals in very early 2022 due to me sending someone a message that implied that I was going to off myself, never even tried, just sat in my room on my bed while filled with hatred for myself. (This was around a month after this video was uploaded.) Spent the night at a hospital in an uncomfortable hospital bed, stayed there during the day and left for another hospital during the night. Slept in the back of a police car, interesting experience. Got to the next hospital, they checked me in, I had my own room, and I was there for 6 days. Pure hell, I was only there for a simple mistake on my part, and I literally couldn't go home unless I interacted with the other kids. What did I hear from the other kids? Experiences with drugs, hallucinations and an abusive boyfriend, and all of them apparently had sex, the youngest one was 12. When my grandma picked me up and I finally left that shithole, we stopped and ate Chinese, and then drove during a brutal blizzard for about 5 or 6 hours. In the back of my mind, I actually thought that I was going to die via a crash, or freezing to death.
Nah but fr tho, "granny stripper" really do sound like some kinda slang for a machine that plucks somehting out of the ground, like a combine or asphalt stripper.
The last time I will ever work at a factory was at this factory that did magazine inserts and it was during summer and there was absolutely no air conditioning, people told me how to do things wrong just to be assholes which caused a line operator to get so mad he cussed at me and threw a bundle of inserts down with as much force as he could muster at my feet nearly hitting me. If was placed somewhere far from the break area I'd sometimes have to use up half my lunch time to get there and couldn't eat enough to not feel like I was constantly starving. I was working 6 days a week sometimes 12 hour shifts for like 8 dollars an hour and with the heat and asshole co-workers it was like being stuck in the inner circle of actual hell. Never again will I work in another hell hole factory.
Used to do concessions for football games, dance competitions, robotics, etc. Was cleaning up and had to take out a tonnn of trash. A girl who normally didn’t take the trash out came with me to help, she had the bag with the thrown away nacho cheese. I told her not to throw it into the can, and that I’d help her lift it over the edge of the dumpster. She threw it instead. She missed and the bag hit the corner of the dumpster. She got splattered with cheese.
5:30 Lmao this takes me back to being 9 years old and my teacher corrected me on my pronunciation of "fillet." Matt, I'm impressed you've made it this long without being set straight.
A call center taking incoming orders for candy products. The company used this archaic DOS program that was probably older than I am. It was like a computer program you'd encounter in a literal nightmare. The commands worked completely differently on every single screen, and there was no way to back up, so if the customer ever changed their order you had to start the whole process over again. While you were talking to them live on the phone. One time a customer wanted to remove an item from their order, but it was impossible to completely take it off the list, so the best I could do was swap it out for a gift card and leave a note for the warehouse begging them not to include it. The place was complete chaos, and I actually got a $100 check in the mail a few months after I quit because of some class action lawsuit against the call center.
I worked at a family bakery in my hometown that was VERY MUCH not up to code. Lasted a week there before getting fired because I was "lazy" (aka I sat down a few times while on the clock)
@@alexreitler All workplaces are dictatorships, all business-owners are tyrants. You may, occasionally, get a benevolent tyrant. But they're still a tyrant, and their workplace is still a dictatorship. Any business-owner who says they care about their employees is a liar. If they actually cared, they'd turn their business into a cooperative.
Imagine spending all day checking to see if medicine is expired. That's what I did at Walgreens. Spend two hours checking expiration dates, go on a ten minute break, repeat three times, go home.
