Worst job I ever 'ad...

[Op Tastic]

The worst job I ever 'ad was ...

... watching Tim Henman play tennis.

...wass yours?

Rgds.

Clive

Derek

[Zoom]

Two and a half years with a bunch of scientists, who spent their whole time arguing about who was senior to whom:

'I outrank you because my name comes before yours in the telephone directory.'

Give me strength!

[Jackonicko]

Anyone just discovering D & C wouldn't remember Jane Mansfield, but the worst job I ever had involved lobsters.......

[The Helpful Stacker]

Are these supposed to be light-hearted or serious worse jobs?

[PerArdua]

Painting the black curbs white and the white curbs black at a former No1 Technical School in Buckinghamshire.

PA

[diginagain]

Not too bad a job, but it was rather hot (hence the problem!) - painting grass green for Aunty Betty's Silver Jubilee airshow at RAF Finningley, 30 July 1977. Polishing the Argosy with rags & petrol (no wadpol) wasn't so nice!
Speaking as a paying punter, may I thank you for your efforts. Not until I joined the Army the following year did I discover that Aunty Betty does just the right shade of green paint, and that Trich does nasty things to your paws.

[handysnaks]

Before joining up I was offered the chance of two jobs by the youth employment office in Derby. One in a tannery which they (the employment office) discounted immediately because I would find the smell and conditions offensive (ahhh). The other was in the area health authority laundry!
Spending eight hours a day trying to beat the laundry from every hospital in Derbyshire into submission was smelly (sometimes dangerous) and absolutely soul destroying. Loading exactly 15 lbs of mixed laundry (including sh*t, pi$$, lungs, kidneys, blood, assorted sharps, stethoscopes, bleepers....you get the idea), from the never ending queue of trolleys, into a hopper all day (minus tea breaks and lunch), with no variation made basic training seem like a holiday.:ugh: ahh the 70's :)

[Skunkerama]

First and worst ever job was.
Pot wash in a chinese resturant that was run by "Mai Tse Tsungs" brother.

"Hully up Awex, you wok fasser, come onnnn hully up".

Could not believe the lack of hygene in chinese resturants. Still enjoy a good chogy nosh though.

[Wyler]

Cape Orford, FI, 1982.

Burning Sh*t for 65 pence a day.

[Navaleye]

Guarding an empty car park in the rain in November.

[SSSETOWTF]

Steam cleaning the inside of not entirely empty septic tanks (from the inside).

[Melchett01]

At the Danimac raincoat factory, moving several thousand raincoats from one end of the factory to the other end of the factory as a summer job when I was a stude.

And then being attacked by some fck off big hairy spider that had stowed away in the iso container the raincoats had been transported in from some sweat shop in South America.

[airborne_artist]

Shovelling guano (bird ****e to you and me) into a grinder in the hot summers of 1975 and 76. 50p/hr, got home covered in the stuff. Girls (even blind ones) avoided me. :(

[Fg Off Max Stout]

'Promotions executive for high flying PR organisation - no experience necessary' was what the ad in the paper said after I finished my A levels.

Pitched up to this ****-house little enterprise running out of a factory squat. The boss, a nerdy little RAF reject in a polyester shirt spoke of untold riches and then brought out the paperwork, mentioning that legally speaking, I would be self employed - hence no tax, NI, admin or responsibilty for the company.

The job involved going door to door, trying to sell to people a kind of loyalty card (costing £20), for a public health hazard, dogmeat restaurant in town. This loyalty card would take £5 off their bill on each visit and get them a free bottle of 6 month old, screwtop, sugar wine.

Each day would start at 0800 with a 2 hour psyche up consisting of excrutiating 'The Office' style role plays, chanting and group hugs. We would then arrange our own transport at our own cost to our AoRs and harass people at home with the crappiest of all sh1t deals. Following that we would be told to 'FCUK off my property' 50 times per hour until 1900. Each card sold would earn us £10 (at 1996 prices). No sales - no money.

On day 4 the frustration of being repeatedly told to F-Off was mounting. Having earned £30 for 3 complete days of soul destroying hard labour my motivation was waning. I then made a sale to a charming young lady. Delighted at my rising stock, I continued to the next house. Just as I was being told to F-Off from there, a 6ft6 220lb hulk of meat with his ginger locks cropped to grade 1, appeared from young lady's door and attempted to kick the sh1t out of me. In the process of kicking the sh1t out of me he also 'cancelled' his wife's cheque.

Returning to the boss to relate my tale of woe gained me no sympathy. Instead he asked me to pay personally for the missing cheque so I told him to shove his crappy job right up his hoop. A few years later I was throwing RAF helos around the sky whilst he was probably beating one off to Air Cadet Magazine. Karma.

Incidentally, I visited this restaurant a few months later. I ate some putrifying sole in molten butter, accompanied by brocolli and greying carrots boiled to mush, with screwtop acid wine to wash it down. About half way though my meal, a chap on an adjacent table unleashed about 11 pints worth of Stella vomit all over his table and adjoining benches and chairs. Classy. A few months later, some neighbours visited, and without prompting mentioned that the furniture stank of sick. If anyone wants to buy one remaining loyalty card - I'll cut you a deal. £25 to allow for inflation. Any takers?

[Pontius Navigator]

Polishing the Ops Block toilet cubicles at Waddo with wadpol so that Lill could see what she was doing from all angles.

Quite pornographic really. The shine lasted a good 20 years.

[Zoom]

Hmmm...............after this lot I think I'll stick with the scientists.

[Maple 01]

Cape Orford, FI, 1982.

Burning Sh*t for 65 pence a day.

Byron Heights FI, 1986

Ditto - pay had dropped to 50p per day:*

[1859sqn]

Abingdon 1968 - Picking up litter after the RAF 50th anniversary celebrations. And all this whilst on an air movements course!

[L J R]

2 months in the sand on a 14 monthly basis doing......?.......Actually, I can't really recall why we are there (again!)

[Blacksheep]

Apart from my newspaper round I never had a really rotten job. Joined the RAF straight out of school and later went into civil aviation. Spawny brat or what?

(admitedly, some parts of the three years at Per Ardua's former No 1 S of TT in Buckinghamshire weren't all that agreeable!)

[jollygreenfunmachine]

Puma pilot!

[matkat]

Fixing an engine snag in winter time in Madrid, the whole of the 12 hour shift it was raining continualy(heavy) temp was around +2 don"t really think I have been so cold or miserable, ever!!

[airborne_artist]

And another one was the seven stomach wash-outs I led one night (with two student nurses - ooer Matron) in St Thomas' while I was on attachment there for the practical phase of the combat medic course.

Strangely I never came across a combat casualty needing a such a procedure.

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!]

I worked with a team of fellow scientists once on a really interesting project. The problem though was that we never seemed to get anything done, they spent all their time arguing and seemed to bear a particularly vicious resentment towards me.

I never did find out why.

[ShyTorque]

Builder's labourer in the 1970s. They had us shovelling limestone into a 2 ton dump truck in the winter of 1975. It had rained hard for days and then frozen hard. The huge piles of the stuff were frozen solid. Two of us took between fifteen and twenty minutes to break enough of it out into shovel-sized lumps with a pick and load it. The dump truck was taking less than 3 minutes to drive off and return for the next load. Did that for 3 weeks "solid" and reckoned we would have been better off in Dartmoor. One of my next jobs for the same company was lifting building bricks on a single pulley twenty feet or so up to the second storey, off the bed of a fully laden ten ton truck. A truck used to arrive once a day. After a couple of weeks of that I could climb up the pulley rope to the second floor using only my hands.

I was also running about 35 miles a week and became as fit as a butcher's dog. I joined the RAF the following year and was criticised for not improving my fitness during training - not surprising as we spent much of our time in the classroom. They still had me cross-country running for the station though :rolleyes:

[Hirsutesme]

In an old cinema near RAF Odiham. Two weeks in the boiler room, with a sledgehammer, breaking up the old cast iron boiler, with a handerchief tied round my face to try and filter out the fog of what I now know to be asbestos fibres. B:mad: :mad: ds

[Rocket2]

Scrapping Vulcans at Scampton:{ :{ :suspect: :{ :(

[BEagle]

The moral of this thread would seem to be that doing well at school is a sensible idea.....

[Big Unit Specialist]

Worst of the worst was during the Foot & Mouth epidemic when we had to dig up a herd of cows that had been buried for about 6 weeks, and to seperate out 4 cows not in posession of passports (BSE thing) - identifiable by their ear tags........ - All conducted waist deep in water and cow juice 'cos the person burying said cows had broken the water main to H****m.
The good Burghers of H****m had noticed a certain piquancy to their water:yuk: