Ugh, that sounds horrible, @CanadianMama!

LOL @mammatroll.

I held a job when I was 18 for exactly two days.  It was on a crew of 3 people for cleaning houses.  The third on the crew was the 'owner', he was about 40 and a lazy sweaty slob.  I knew he was a dirty old pervy drunk on day one!!  He didn't do anything except ogle me and the other girl while we cleaned the customers house.  I walked out on day two because the customer was walking distance from my house.  I told my parents I'd press charges against him if they made me do the 'right' thing and go back to finish the day of work.  I didn't get paid and I was FINE with that.  I guess it was a day and a half and not two days on second thought.

^^^ Okay, the tags are acting REAALLLY weird all of a sudden.

Pizza delivery girl for Pizza Pizza when I was 16-17.

Having to deal with disgusting perverts trying to get me to come in to their homes, etc. Ew.

my first job was as a bus-person for a restaurant called Mama's.  It had awesome food, seemed classy, ect.  do yourself a favor...NEVER think that just because a place is expensive, its classy back there in the kitchen...

Now all the entries that were in red have gone back to black. Me not understand.

One Person to take free samples. I sucked so I just never showed up again

My first job after quitting college was my worst work experience ever.  I worked at a small tax firm as a data entry clerk.  The office that I worked in with the other clerk was so small that we couldn't both back up at the same time or we'd run into each other...and it was located in the basement of the building among the rows of files.  After working there for a week I also learned that we had several "other duties", one of which was taking out the trash. This meant piling the trash bags from all of the offices up in the basement (in a small room adjacent to our office) until one of the owners brought his truck to take it to the dump because they were too cheap to have a dumpster. Sometimes it took months for him to get around the emptying it so we sat next to decaying garbage in a basement with no windows. We also had to make coffee, make sure the bathrooms were properly stocked and do all of the shopping for the supplies like tp, coffee, soap, paper towels, etc. On top of this, their nickname for us was the 'trashy girls' because we took out the trash.  I finally had enough when it came to my birthday and instead of the normal breakfast pizza or gourmet bagels that they brought in for the office birthday parties they brought me cheap-ass pre-packaged donuts from the grocery store.  I quit shortly there after for a job that paid me twice what they did and asked me to do half the work and didn't give me degrading nicknames!

In the front office of a dog food manufacturer. They couldn't keep any office help the stench was overwhelming...it permeated the air heavily...and it never went away. I ran from there gagging after a day and a half too! Lol

@reginaphilange. Wow...can anyone say chicken strip flipper three times fast? After a couple glasses of chardonnay? Lmao

My worst job was the one I retired from in July 2010 after over 25 years. I was a sales rep for Merck, a major drug company. For a second, even at this time I was afraid to post the actual name of the company--what the fuck can they do to me now?

The fact is that I had a horrible manager during my last years with the company--he did not like me and he was truly evil. He tried to break me--and in fact I had a couple of nervous breakdowns. The last one I was seeing a therapist and a psychiatrist. I ended up taking off six weeks due to stress. My daughter had been hospitalized six times in one year. It turned out that the medicine they had put her on for her seizures was causing the problem. Her blood pressure was dropping and they kept having to give her bag after bag of saline to bring it up.

Dig this--I was in intensive care with my daughter and some asshole fellow how long had she had metabloic assicodis--I did not even know what the fuck that was. I had my laptop with me and did a search and there was a link to the drug she was on Topamax showing that metablic accidosis had been reported.

I went up to the fifteen floor where I was able to print out the report and the prescribing info of the drug. The doctors looked embrassed.

The ironic thing is that for the most part the doctors were okay to deal with. If I found a doctor just to be a pure asshole--I would not call on the doctor. What my problem was with the company.

I am still recovering, I even have dreams about that fucking company. I am back in therapy to deal with that issue.

Wow....suddenly my worst job isn't sounding so bad!! When I was 18 I got a job in a small package store where several of the "old school" troopers and cops used to come in, grab a beer, go out back with it and some scratch tickets, drink it, after calling me baby, cutie or some other obnoxious name, occasionally pinching or patting my bum and then leave. All while in uniform.
Don't miss that job...at all.

Worst job, working as a receptionist
for a dental office. The work was easy, the hours were good...the ethics were
atrocious. They would lie to patients telling them they needed work they
didn't. They scammed the insurance companies. The sanitizing machine broke so
they just washed the instruments with soap and water and continued business as
usual. The office manager had everyone running scared. She was a total bitch
and had people afraid of losing their job if they complained. I made it two
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I worked as a house keeper for a cotton factory. Lets just say NASTY! The factory was male dominated. I will never will forget when I had to clean the men bathroom. I will never understand how a man can shit where another man shit and couldn't flush the toilet so they just placed toilet paper over again, again, and again. Yeah, I had to clean it out. Plus add the perv shift managers that saw a young hot thing and wanted to get in my pant. No I don't want your worm in my mouth!...lol...After 3 months of dealing with nastiness I quit and never looked back.

My mom sold vitamins over the phone... buy a years worth and get a free grave plot?! Weird right!? She said the worst was when you got someone on the phone that had a sick or recently deceased loved one.

Mine was probably a waitress at Dennys. I was a terrible waitress and I also will never eat there again. lol.

worst job= cocktail waitress at Hooters.  Sucky hours, awful food, ok money (at the time, I was in my early 20s) but the grab assing I had to put up with was awful).  I would go home and take a shower every night just to get the funk off of me.  It was creepy.  I had to go in full makeup and hair even on days that I felt awful or was just not in to it.  A dog bather sounds more fun to me than this was
:O

I was a bank teller in a VERY small bank in a VERY small town. There were three tellers, including me, who worked there full time (this was two too many), and a loan officer came in one day a week. One of the tellers was a 3 times divorced bitter BITCH. The other was married, but hated her husband, and was a neurotic, insecure, habitual liar with a myriad of eating disorders.

The Bitter Bitch would leave for lunch and lock her workstation, which happened to be the ONLY computer we could use to open up new accounts or research anyone's existing accounts. She would then tell the Loan Officer that the other two of us were incompetent at these tasks, and that we were telling customers to come back when she was there. Also, her fat, ugly, bratty kid would come in after school EVERY DAY and stay there until we closed at 5.

The Neurotic, Eating-Disorder liar would spend all day, every day spouting about how much better she was than us, because she was married to her "first love", she was Catholic, blah blah blah.

I always kept a candy dish on my teller station with Snickers, Reeses, etc in it. When I would come back from my lunch break, it would be empty, and the wrappers would be shoved down in the bottom of the bathroom trash.

She is now divorced from her Perfect Husband after having a much publicized affair, during which she disclosed the account information of her new boyfriends ex-wife! Oooops! Not so perfect after all!

Also, some one stole $500 cash from the vault and all I know is, it sure as hell wasn't me!

I quit after 3 months, and both of them have since been fired from several other jobs! Yay Karma!!

I'd have to say doing telephone surveys. It was right out of high school and not bad money, but getting yelled at over the phone and getting phones slammed in your ear sucks!

I've worked many awful jobs over the years, but the worse was at a really grungy hotel that housed the students of a truck driving school nearby (I am not saying anything bad about truck drivers, most of the people that stayed there were great and I honestly contemplated going that route myself) . Anywho, in addition to the decent people we always got a bunch of creepy wierdos as well, and since I worked 2nd & occasionally 3rd shift alone I was always scared, not to mention we were right next to a gas station that got robbed constantly. One time we had a student who really disliked me for no apparent reason. He would go out of his way to make my shifts extra shitty and would complain about me under his breath if he saw me.One night he waited until I turned my back and then stole the lobby phone and refused to give it back. Then there was the woman who tried to set me up with her son who lived 20 hours away and was in prison. For murder. The one cool thing about that job is that I got to have sex on the job while punched in, which took some work on my part (hello, fake reservation) and was something I had always wanted to do (yes, I am a classy lady with some pretty stellar goals and aspirations...) In retrospect, maybe it wasn't that bad of a job.

@Jess-bless your heart! It takes a special person to be a CNA. I could not do it. Shit rolls downhill right onto their heads and that is not fair.

Bumping this because I want to hear all the new ladies' stories.