I did a lot of industrial temp work when I was first starting out as an adult in the mid '00s. I liked most of it, but every so often I'd get sent to a factory that was a flat out death trap. I've seen many grievous injuries from people using unsafe equipment with broken or non-existent safety guards. But the kicker was the time I got sent to a factory where they wanted me to climb into and out of a running industrial press because the robot that used to do that job was destroyed after a safety switch malfunction. So instead of fixing the switch they just pulled the wreckage of the robot out and tried to hire a temp working to do manually load the part in without fixing the safety issue that caused that problem to begin with. I noped the hell out of that place. Got wrote up for it, but screw that job. It ended up being why I stopped doing those temp jobs and found a permanent gig.

Secret shopper. The things they wanted the clerks to tell you about were insane (only one store got full marks in my book, and that was because the saleswoman was a stellar example of sweetness, understanding, and compassion). I hated it because it felt like lying, and the number of people who're like "we have so many things in this store, I can't memorise 100 facts about one product" made me feel gross though no sympathy for the store manager who basically tried to threaten me into buying something. No surprises that he totally failed the test. I've been complimented in my ability to cheerfully do weird BS jobs though, like "unload shipping container by hand" - as a temp worker I got shipped to a site where the original person had fallen through. a store that usually got one container a month had 4 clear customs the same week (it was originally going to be 5, but something happened with the 5th one), so they were getting one a day and needed someone to unpack the stuff and get it into the warehouse as fast as possible. I was allowed to just ham out at my own pace, with music playing (as long as i could still hear for safety, which I could, I put it on speaker). The owner was impressed not just with my speed, but "you are the most cheerful person I have seen unloading a container... EVER!" Was able to use my math and tetris skills to good use and had fun.

I've heard a lot of welders say they get lit on fire a lot. My worse job was working at a high security prison with an atatched psyche ward. Inmates would cut just to get a new cell mate, and they'd do it so regularly that you get used to the smell of blood. To put that last part into perspective... I have a genetic disorder that causes the smell of blood to register as a taste. I got used to the taste of blood, when I was originally slightly squeamish.

For a month before uni I was a "direct sales representative". Basically one of those people that tries to get you to sign up to recurring donations ti charities. 11 hour days. Comission only. I made £50 per WEEK on average

I worked the recycling at the local hospital as a volunteer. We would start the day by walking the entire place by the back passages with our massive cart (that was tiring, but cool, as I've been in many secret places and know the hospital by heart now), then go back to the basement to sort everything. We would only be wearing latex gloves. There were a bunch of shitty things in there too. Nurses aren't that brilliant over here. Throwing in pins, half-filled juice boxes and even syringes. Yes, actual used, dangerous needles. After the sorting was done, it was DESTRUCTION TIME. Fun, but scary. It was relaxing to sit at the industrial shredder, putting piles of paper on the conveyor belt of this incredible muncher that only a massive stubborn juice box or a forgotten paperclip could jam. And finally we'd bring the bags outside. The only times I felt like I was doing something truly safe were the few times where I was asked to go clean the play area of the family medicine waiting room. Not in my job description, but a lot more rewarding. But yeah, did that shit for free when I should have been paid hazard pay. Oh, did I forget to mention it's a "step work" for adults with autism or a handicap? Yeah, these morons took advantage of the less fortunate

As for story 24, I would've asked if sitting could be an option, and if so, could I bring a rotating stool.

Part time "bus driver" for an assisted living facility. I use quotes because I basically duped into being a caretaker as well. I was often sent out alone to transport residents with advanced Alzheimer's who required care WAY above my capabilities, which scared me to death. To top it off, on down time I was made to just sit and do nothing, as the secretary didn't like employees being near her on their cellphones. Left within 3 months, but really wish I had reported them to the state for their absolute negligence. The best part? They paid me $12 which was low even then (early 2010s), but apparently wanted to offer $9. The other driver had to convince them it wasn't enough...

I took a seasonal job with Marcus Theaters with the intention of getting a foothold at corporate. My job was sitting in a room with six others just loading envelopes with gift cards for minimum wage. We weren't allowed to talk for some reason and it was freezing in there. We also had to pay to park downtown. After about a month I went to lunch and never returned. I picked up a line cook job that weekend.

walmart. no comment needed.

*I once worked through a temp agency as part of a cleanup crew after Major League Baseball games in my home state (Arizona). I started off working during spring training and it would have been good if I hadn't been assigned to do garbage runs. Not only did collecting stale beer and half eaten nachos suck horribly, but my brother and I had to take the bags all the way around the stadium to the compactor, which smelled horrendous. Then came regular season and we moved our work over to the main stadium, Chase Field. I got put on a cleaning crew where we had to go room to room cleaning the seats and disposing of the garbage. Cleaning the seats was okay, but then came my last day on the job where the supervisor kept making me clean the seats because she found layers of residue on the back of the seat. (She gave me the wrong cleaning solution, for transparency). I finally had enough I dropped the rag and I went to collect my belongings. Working as part of a cleaning crew for below minimum wage from afternoon to early morning is not worth it.*

Hey, love the channel and stuff, But I have a minor suggestion... Whenever you are making commentary on a post can you change the color of the text or something? I find it hard sometimes to figure out where the story stops and you add commentary.

Didn't take the job, but I once interviewed for a "marketing" job that really just involved standing in Sam's Club selling phone service. Also, their work week was 6 days and you only got paid a few hundred bucks a week.

I worked as shop help. It had no air conditioning and was very unsafe and got sick by the end of the first week. I also worked a Pizza Hell in a Tarshit. Worked it by myself a lot and sometimes they took my help to go help with other departments while he or she is supposed to be here. Thanks a lot assholes. Glad I don't work either of those jobs and would never do them again.

I'm amazed that security was not mentioned.

Four words: Shell gas station cashier.

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I saw the first job on matt rose's bad jobs video! LOL

Story 4 sounds like a job that NEEDS to be done by robots.

The worst honest job i ever saw was a "watcher of bags" at the chellophane bags factory. Was researching places in my city that gave jobs to people with disabilities and almost all the places gave them decent, well-enough paying positions. But this one, jeeesh. The job was to watch cellophane bags fall down the box, checking that they have no holes in them or don't get stuck and changing the box when it's full. The paycheck was miserable. I don't know why they didn't just automate this with a couple of sensors. Edit: I guess the job is easy enough that even people who are congnitively impaired can do it, so that's good. However, gods, it's boring and kinda pointless.

Not a job I had, but one I was offered. I called about a job and instead of an interview I was to shadow the owner for the day... This one's long but worth it I think. The guy drives me an hour and a half to a job site. A multi million dollar hotel going up in Big Sky Montana. The first thing we do is attend a meeting with the construction management who proceeds to ask why the boss is months behind schedule. See, the company the guy I'm shadowing runs builds pools and hot tubs. They asked his, why things hadn't been done, where the foreman was and why said foreman hadn't been seen or heard from in over two weeks when he was scheduled to there almost every day of that. Mr owner's answers were 'I don't know ' for all three questions. The meeting ended with the construction management team saying that legal action would be taken if the work wasn't done by a new deadline. We then toured various pools and hot tubs they'd partially installed and he pointed out a bunch of things done wrong that would have to be torn out and fixed. He then told me the foreman was basically his right hand man in but was constantly mia. When he *did* work he was the ' my way or the highway ' kind of boss who ALSO did everything wrong. Oh and he'd been witnessed talking hookers into his room at the motel he was staying at while on the clock and they were pretty sure he billed the company for their time. He also had logged himself as having worked 50 to 70 hours per week while *maybe* working 12. When I asked why the guy hadn't been fired a long time ago, the owner said that when the guy did work, he was like a machine and _got sh*t _*__done!_* I replied that he'd just told me the guy did a bunch of things wrong and created more work for everyone. The boss just went quiet. Never mind firing, the man should really be _arrested._ Then came the job offer... I would be the designated tattle tail! I would come to the office at the job site every morning. Then I would record everything the foreman did or didn't do. If and when he came in, anything he worked on and when he left. Oh and while I would *technically* be his supervisor, I wouldn't have any _actual_ authority over him. One more juicy perk... He would know _full well _ that I was there to spy on and tattle on him! Apparently I would be the FOURTH person they'd hired for the position in as many months. I politely declined the position.

Paper route. It would have been absolutely fine, had it not been for the fact that they paid per paper delivered rather than per hour. They counted the route as "urban" (high rises), which pays the least amount per paper because they assume you get it done super quickly. In reality it was a suburban area that consisted mostly of semi-attached and attached houses with a lot of lovely green stretches inbetween. This led to me walking and cycling from 9.30 to 17.30 with only one 15 minute break, while getting paid about 30-40 bucks for the day. I called them about it, mentioned this was WAY below minimum wage for the length of the route, and quit on the spot. They'd had me download an app that tracked my route, so they could see that I wasn't slacking either. I don't envy the person who ended up keeping that route, probably some kid who didn't dare speak up about it. It's nothing compared to most stories here, but it still sucked.

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Honestly, for Story 16, I would've kept my mouth shut. Though, because of the bay doors, I would've asked if I could wear a jacket.

I sold Kirby in 05-06 in California. That job was horrible as an adult I realized it was a pyramid scheme

One guy worked at Freddy Frazbear's Pizza?

I worked in retail

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