[quote]spyoptic wrote:
Badunk wrote:
I work in mental health and I love my job, but I have had some shitty experiences (literally). I’ve had to wipe a 30-year-old, 280lb man’s arse and also had to bathe him after he diarhhoeaed himself. It was the single most disgusting experience of my life. It was in his shoes, his socks, up his stomach, matted in his pubes…how I didn’t throw up I don’t know.
haha my friend passed out at a party in 8th grade and shit himself with similar results. It was trampled all over the carpet and he had shit inside his pockets.[/quote]
Omg god you guys are fucking killing me here…LOL I know it must have sucked balls badunk…I could only imagine Hopefully that will be the only time in your life
[quote]BradTGIF wrote:
wisefit wrote:
One job I had was a flood technician for an insurance restoration company. One project was a Chinese restaurant that had a leaky sewer pipe in the kitchen sink drain. The pipe had been leaking heavily for most of a year and had partially filled up a series of crawl spaces under the restaurant with putrid, semi-gelatinous liquid. I had to go into the dark crawl spaces with a hose and suck up the liquid. The rooms never reached a height of more than three feet and were about one third filled with the disgusting sewer water. There were over 30 small rooms that were interconnected by two feet square holes that I had to climb through with the suction hose.It was extremely clautraphobic.
The job took three weeks and the worst came one day when the generator which supplied electricity to power some exhaust fans which supplied some fresh air and the lights ran out of gas. My partner, who should have been outside ready to fill the generator with more gas, has snuck off to smoke a joint. I had to find my way in pitch black climbing through those two foot holes through eight interconnected rooms before I reached the door to the outside.
I was ready to kill my partner for that. I still think I probably should have.
Damn,
That’s my nightmare right there. Did you have to wear respirators or have the spaces cleared by gas free engineers before you went in there? I could imagine that methane buildup or other noxious gasses from bacteria must have been a concern?
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We had to wear respirators because the installed air movers were not adequately ventilating it. Yes, we were concerned about the gas mixture and part of the job was to clear out the gasses. That wasn’t possible until the liquids were cleared out and the entire space was disinfected.
You want to talk shit jobs? I’m a plumber. The jokes write themselves…
I didn’t like it at first, but most of the guys are hilarious. High morale + good jobs = happy HORSE.
Worse than this? Caddying before I could get a ‘real’ job. Pretentious, stingy pricks. Fucking shoot me if I ever drive a new luxury car but can’t give the kid carrying my clubs a couple bucks.
[quote]Professor X wrote:
Wearing Daisy Duke ho shorts while walking around Astro-World amusement park (got torn down last year I think but was a Six Flags franchise) carrying a broom and dust pan.
Mind you, I had skinny little legs back then so I was embarrassed to be in shorts all of the time to begin with and the broom basically just sealed the deal as far as me getting no phone numbers (and thusly no ass) for that WHOLE fucking summer.
I quit the day it rained while I was carrying a giant trash bag filled with funnel cakes and cigarette butts down the stairs of the biggest fucking roller coaster ride in Texas (the Texas Tornado)…and the bag busted open…and everybody but me thought it was fucking hilarious.
I think I stayed in school just so I could avoid being like some of the near 30-somethings on staff who did that as a career choice.
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I’d laugh at you, but I’m pretty sure you’ll kick my ass.
[quote]jasmincar wrote:
landscaping, what I am doing now, suck big time. Lanscaping is only a word for shoveling rocks and bringing them from point a to point b.
My absolute worst job was a duck cooker in a factory. I was boiling the ducks into their fat, cleaning the factory, waking up at 4:30 am, my sweat was freezing on me(It was a refrigerated factory and It was 45 degree celsius near the cauldron), doing repetive task such as wrapping ducks leg and being with the most stupid and depressing people I have ever met. I lasted 2 weeks.
I would rather live a social outcast nomad life in the wilderness than ever doing this again
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To all the landscapers, I feel your pain. I do it in the warmer months on the side to make extra money. Mulch is the worst. My hands smell like shit for a week. The money makes it worthwhile though. And I dont even charge people what I should, $20 an hour. I just got over poison ivy over most of my body parts for the last 2 weeks from one of my l’scaping jobs. That was a realy party.
Every year, about the second job I get (Cuz the first one aint so bad but they get more annoying) I say I aint doin this shit next year…every year for the last 10 years I say that.
The one that I hated the most I could only do for three months then I walked one day. I worked at a rental furniture place kind of like Rent A Center. I had some unreasonable bosses plus dealing with people that couldn’t make the $3 weekly payment on a VCR. I eventually got into repo’ing the shit that people couldn’t pay on.
I’d get in trouble for not being able to get stuff back from people who kept ducking us all the time.
Worst day was when I had to repo bunk beds from a couple because they couldn’t pay. I remember starting to take them apart to load on the van and their kids standing there going, “Where am I going to sleep tonight Daddy?” I switched the drill to tighten and put them back together. I told the guy to please make sure he paid because I was going to get in trouble for it.
Dont even get me started on the customer we had that was a cross-dresser. Sometime he came in as a man and sometimes he was a woman.
I used to work for a bank. Just so damn boring. Bitchy staff, always putting on a fake face and all that shit. Counting money all fucking day(cool at first but counting is counting)while being watched by camera’s and 2billion company policy and procedures and constantly worrying about shit backfiring especially if you have a cash variance. No freedom to even get up and have a piss. Nothing compared to some of these those.
[quote]wisefit wrote:
One job I had was a flood technician for an insurance restoration company. One project was a Chinese restaurant that had a leaky sewer pipe in the kitchen sink drain. The pipe had been leaking heavily for most of a year and had partially filled up a series of crawl spaces under the restaurant with putrid, semi-gelatinous liquid. I had to go into the dark crawl spaces with a hose and suck up the liquid. The rooms never reached a height of more than three feet and were about one third filled with the disgusting sewer water. There were over 30 small rooms that were interconnected by two feet square holes that I had to climb through with the suction hose.It was extremely claustrophobic.
The job took three weeks and the worst came one day when the generator which supplied electricity to power some exhaust fans which supplied some fresh air and the lights ran out of gas. My partner, who should have been outside ready to fill the generator with more gas, has snuck off to smoke a joint. I had to find my way in pitch black climbing through those two foot holes through eight interconnected rooms before I reached the door to the outside.
I was ready to kill my partner for that. I still think I probably should have.[/quote]
Broke, dead broke golf course…
A stake truck they used to haul garbage to the dump broke down a month or so before the season ended. Piled up maybe 6-7 feet…
Next season they had to get the truck towed to get fixed and inspected. The garbage had to be taken off of truck and thrown in dumpster the night before pickup…
First week wasn’t so bad, just pulled stuff off the top from outside… But garbage would move, well things moved in garbage. I have always hated RATS… Ever see the movie Willard or Ben?
Over the next weeks, had to climb in truck to get at the garbage. Basically up to my knees in old garbage… Wore 2 pairs of jeans and socks and work boots to try and keep from getting bit(never did)…
Worst part of the job was the days leading up to garbage day knowing this was coming up…
After I was done, when I got home, I’d take off my boots and jump in the lake as I smelled so bad I didn’t want to walk into the house…
It took like 6 dumpsters to get all the garbage, each week it got hotter and we’d get into older garbage…
Second worse job, was just one night really…
Was cleaning offices during college (great job).
Boss gather the male students in his office and explained he had a job for us and he’d pay double, but we didn’t have to do it.
He explained a woman who’s husband left her and her diet failed (she was over 300) had been fired from her job. She had gone into the basement locker room, barricaded herself in the lockers behind a bunch of chairs and slit her wrists. She died.
He asked us to clean up the blood. They had already taken her away.
It was amazing how much blood there was. It had seeped under the lockers. There was just so much of it…
Took a job in Amsterdam when l was broke during my “lost period” which was the pits but which gave an insight into human nature an anthropologist would die for. Worked in the peepshow boths as a floor wiper and supplier of tissue paper for the wanking booths. Could handle the hetero booths no problem but those gay booths, especially if you had a crowd in there could be dripping in man juice. Went through four mops a week. Saw enough sperm to swim in.
Took a job in Amsterdam when l was broke during my “lost period” which was the pits but which gave an insight into human nature an anthropologist would die for. Worked in the peepshow boths as a floor wiper and supplier of tissue paper for the wanking booths. Could handle the hetero booths no problem but those gay booths, especially if you had a crowd in there could be dripping in man juice. Went through four mops a week. Saw enough sperm to swim in.
[quote]Professor X wrote:
pushmepullme wrote:
My first law firm. Screaming, incompetence, missing deadlines, bitchy coworkers, cussing, personal attacks, throwing books, and the main partner’s unwelcome erection.
My good friend is finally handing in her resignation there. I’m thinking about trying to go back. FML.
What makes an erection welcome?
I just want to know for future reference because goodness knows I don’t want any to be unwelcome by accident.
In fact, the most pleasant response a guy can possibly get for having an erection may just be “Thank the stars above, THAT is a welcomed erection!!”…of course stated with much groaning and light screaming.[/quote]
Well, for starters, it’s attached to you and not the 64 year old man who just called me a fucking idiot.
I heard the old firm is notifying their malpractice insurers and not making payroll. Fuckers deserve it.
[quote]pushharder wrote:
yupyit wrote:
Took a job in Amsterdam when l was broke during my “lost period” which was the pits but which gave an insight into human nature an anthropologist would die for. Worked in the peepshow boths as a floor wiper and supplier of tissue paper for the wanking booths. Could handle the hetero booths no problem but those gay booths, especially if you had a crowd in there could be dripping in man juice. Went through four mops a week. Saw enough sperm to swim in.
No. No. No. This guy wins. The contest is over.[/quote]
Unless someone comes along who cleans up month old crime scenes it’s not even a contest.
The description of the gay booths made me want to puke.
I heard the old firm is notifying their malpractice insurers and not making payroll. Fuckers deserve it.
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Yeah they are fucked. I believe unless they are an LLC, that as a professional corp, the partners can be held personally liable for those wages. But I could be wrong about that.
I am also pretty sure that neither 11 or 7 absolves you of back wages.