What was your Best Job? Worst Job?
Saw this over at SWeasel and figured I’d post about it myself. For me? Clear cut.
Best Job: Paper Delivery Boy. Holy hell that was a long time ago, but riding your bike around for an hour and throwing things at people’s houses is something I’d gladly do today for the same amount of pay. Exploding newspapers would be even awesomer.
Worst Job: “Maintenance” at a busy supermarket. Cleaning up olive oil spills in aisle 5 was no problemo. Getting a knowing smirk from some 350-pound behemoth with two newspapers under his arm heading into the bathroom for his morning constitutional knowing full well you’re the pimply little piss-ant that’s going to have to mop up whatever toxic abstract art he decides to splatter about the stall walls (and he DID) with his malodorous backside during the next 45 minutes while his wealthy wife shops the imported foods aisle …
That. Sucked.
It would’ve made the CSI folks throw up. Picture a massive gorilla unleashed in a bathroom stall, finger-painting with his own feces after a night of feasting at Taco Bell. The seat was hanging off the toilet. Newspaper was stuck to the wall. And there I was, standing in the middle of it making $4.25 an hour.
Liberty on November 14th 2008 in General Crap
Lissa responded on 14 Nov 2008 at 4:06 pm #
Dude, EW. And as for exploding newspapers — would we get to pick the houses? Or, for that matter, which newspaper?
Best job: Official note-taker. I was taking an Econ class at UMass and worked for the only campus-approved organization that sold class notes. So I typed ‘em up real pretty, got $2 profit per copy sold and got an A all into the bargain.
Worst job: Standing on a corner in Newton Center, in a blizzard, wearing a borrowed fur coat and handing out fliers for a fur store while hoping I wasn’t going to get attacked or spray-painted by tolerant hippies. Oh, the things you’ll do when you’re working for a temp agency and need cash for Christmas . . .
Ted responded on 14 Nov 2008 at 7:42 pm #
Not sure that this was best job, but it was best for my social life. In school, I worked in a Beer Store. On friday nights, I was the guy who delivered the kegs to the frat houses. Not only did I almost never have to actually carry a keg into the house (”Hey! Beer Man! How about we get the pledges to bring the kegs in?”), but I always had a party invitation.
Not sure it helped my GPA, though.
Worst job was busboy at HoJos. Nothing else is even close.
Shoothouse Barbie responded on 15 Nov 2008 at 3:42 pm #
Worst job: Disney on Ice. Thanks, Disney, for eight years of chronic and ongoing back pain, neck pain, and hip pain. I kid you not, I asked my doc if I could have my vertebrae fused together in effort to stabilize my poor, overstretch ligaments. ‘m actually looking forward to arthritis, because I think my muscle spasms will go away when my joints are no longer flexy.
Best job: Tie between Zamboni driver and working at the liquor store.