[tony20009]

Originally Posted by Zarilia

When I was 14 for 2 years I worked at the long gone Bay Meadows Race Track near San Francisco as a groom for a couple trainers. I mucked horse stalls, brushed the horses, washed them and basically was a chew toy for them. I made $2.50 for every stall/horse.. Worst job ever
I was able to move up after the 2 years to being a breezer.. I got to ride and exercise them! Best job ever lol

You were 14 for two years? How did you manage that? Does it work if one isn't 14? Can it be bottled and sold?



All the best.

[tony20009]

Originally Posted by ///M Power-Belgium

Pornstar but only with gigantic fat girls !

And yet again we are given proof that there is no limit to what folks'll do for money.

All the best.

[///M Power-Belgium]

Originally Posted by Needbmwpartzz

Seriously?

Hell no !

[///M Power-Belgium]

Originally Posted by tony20009

And yet again we are given proof that there is no limit to what folks'll do for money.

All the best.

Tony..Don't believe my joke , was just kidding around .

[Needbmwpartzz]

Originally Posted by ///M Power-Belgium

Hell no !

Had to ask.....some like em big.

[NEFARIOUS]

Originally Posted by bimmette

NEFARIOUS is gonna go crazy in this thread...

You bet ... The rest of you (and heck, even you Bimmette), gather around the fire as Uncle Nef tells you a story. Oh and yes, I AM using Comic Sans out of complete sarcasm to make it seem more story-like. Please play this in the background:

Once upon a time, there was a dashing young man named Ed, but known in his village of wagon owners as Nefarious or Nef.

Nef was the happiest little elf of all. He began as a fat, stodgy, always-tired elf that was as healthy, lively, energetic, and joyful as ever, being able to fit into pant sizes he hasn't been able to wear since middle school after taking a homeopathic potion that enabled him to go below 200 lbs for the first time in his life.

Nef had big, big dreams of moving from a hut on someone else's property into his own castle, and to oust his lazy, slovenly, mentally slow, spicy-foods-obsessed, and $20,000 bride price-demanding girlfriend the old heave-ho (see what I did there?) for a princess he dreamed about, rather than the peasant he randomly taken for companionship.

One day, he was introduced to the Wicked Mayor, who told riveting tales of decent wages and eventually wealth beyond Nef's wild dreams, as well as the chance to become the other mayor of the Wicked Mayor's other village.

"See how your wagon is not yours, but that of thine bank?" The Wicked Mayor proudly exclaimed, "You shall be able to own your car with the great wealth I shall bestow upon thee and even be able to obtain a new wagon with more horses next year!"

Seeing that he had strong Christian values and his village dealt with the king and his knights, Nef did not suspect that the Wicked Boss' heart was as dark and shitty as a pile of meconium, and minimum wage for a fortnight was a very small price for a giant leap forward.

Sadly, Nef's days were very bad. The Wicked Mayor would often start the day praying and speaking in tongue, gathering everyone to recite The Lord's Prayer (which one day Nef was heavily scolded for missing prayer, but that is only because his wench made dinner way too fucking spicy the night before), then the Wicked Mayor will transform into the form of a proceeding to witness him transform into an evil, despicable tyrant, taking the shape of a large rat.

Nef was forced into the Evil Mayor's dungeon, which was often left very quiet and boring, watching boring cinemas that trained him on subjects that even his 5 year-old nephew can do.

Nef formerly co-owned a village where all his elves helped him install magical devices where one person can talk to another person in kingdoms far, far away known as "PBX Telephones", but yet was quizzed for half an hour on the use of the very thing that he taught many elves, mayors and kings on how to use his magical device, which Nef felt was an insult of his intelligent.

The Wicked Mayor also had a little game he liked to play called "micromanagement", where he would gather all the elves for 2 hours to perform a task that usually takes Nef 5 minutes, even blindfolded to perform, such as writing a simple letter and sending it by messenger pigeon.

Nef also discovered that due to the Wicked Mayor's evil ways, the other elves were sick because of all the stress he put them through.

One elf invited Nef out for a feast, and warned him about the Wicked Mayor, and left Arrow-Micro Company-Ville for good, warning him that one elf did not have the curse of the red skin bumps (psoriasis) and did not speak with a stutter before working there, and how another elf has to be recalled from duty every 2 days since he has been worried sick.


After 2 weeks of enduring the demands of the Wicked Mayor, Nef discovered that he did not reward his hard work and dedication very well; despite working for the Wicked Mayor for 8 hours, the Wicked Boss tried to say that 4 hours was training and 4 hours practice, so Nef only had $600-$700 per month. As soon as Nef remembered that even unemployment insurance paid him $872 per month, he showed the Wicked Mayor his middle finger and left AMC-Ville, and lived happily(?) ever after.

...Or actually, not really happy. He became a very sad elf...

Ah fuck the storytelling format. The next job failed to pay my wages too, got illegally kicked out of my place, my well-meaning friend didn't plan everything out well and shoved me into a hostel where I had to earn my keep by volunteering to clean the place, I was briefly homeless since one of the staff members had a misunderstanding, had stress disorders that severely affected my body, I had debilitating depression, almost lost my car, gained all my weight back and then some since I just went to junk food for comfort (I thank Hostess for coming back into business since Cupcakes were my go-to food when I was down ever since I was a kid, but I won't thank them for contributing to gaining 65 lbs in 7 months), didn't have a penny to my name and nobody else was hiring. If it wasn't for the fact that I'd rather stay alive than to let the government have my money/possessions if I died intestate, not to mention my urge to act on it faded as I was writing my will, I was actually thinking very seriously about jumping off a bridge.

Luckily, some people saved my ass (thank you to the forum members that donated) and gave a few bucks; I have a lawsuit through the Department of Labor that's still working its way through the state that will put a $12K lien/garnishment on the last employer, I received a $6,700 worker's comp settlement, and I have an investment deal that grew steadily 5× from what I put in over the past few months and growing (just hope the dismal stock market of recent times doesn't fuck it up), and life is continuing to improve, so expect less jaded posts from me soon.

[ASBSECU E93]

Hard to top NEFARIOUS story telling skillz.....

While I did not hate this particular job, it was not pleasant by any stretch...

My father owned a knitting mill for many years (circular knitting for those knowledgable)...in the 70's and 80's - these mills were extremely profitable, but the work was hard, hot, laborious, and nasty for the people that actually knitted...

During my college years - I would work for my father in the summers home from school...7 am to 6 pm, 6 days a week, constantly standing on your feet...that's right, 66 hours per week. The first 40 hours were regular time, with the last 26 hours time and a half. 45 minute ride to work (one way) and then I'd train for 10-12 miles each day when I arrived back home as my collegiate season was in the fall.

Working for your family is tough...add the nasty, greasy, oily discharge from the machines, the heat generated from a couple hundred of these running 24/7, and the heat of the summer months in a brick building without A/C....you kinda see my point.

The best part - I made bank in a few short months and had cash for the whole year. One summer - I bought and paid for a car (Nissan Sentra).

The job I hated the most was being a pit boss for a casino...great pay and company benefits, shitty hours and the smokey environment was TERRIBLE.

[Zarilia]

Originally Posted by tony20009

You were 14 for two years? How did you manage that? Does it work if one isn't 14? Can it be bottled and sold?



All the best.

Hey now I'm only 29 with 15 years experience

[PoorLurker]

Originally Posted by AlpineE92M3

Typical doesn't even describe it. It's in our blood and nature! Lol you actually call ur dad a malaka?? Lmao I unfortunately can't do so, he passed away when I was 13, so I feel like Its in my soul to run the family business. It's not all that bad as it seems, as long as you have good help. Which good help is hard to find. The new generation of kids are so f'in lazy it makes me sick. Gotta be on their ass all the time just to sweep and mop the floors. Anyways, the business is what let's me enjoy the fruits of my labor, my M3, my house, and all the amenities that come with it. It's hard work, but it's worth it in my mind.

haha I have two Greek bloodlines in my family tree. What do they do? Restaurant business, haha

My worst job was probably being a "right hand man" for a plumbing contractor during a summer in High School.

Quickly opened my eyes that going to college, getting a degree, and then getting an office job beats digging trenches in 100 degree weather or setting toilets in new houses that don't have any air circulation.

[ipilcher]

My first job was in an outdoor french fry (chips for our UK bretheren) stand at an amusement park for a summer. 120 degrees Farenheit, greasy floors, fryers all around, bitchy customers.

I didn't eat a potato for years.

[Xtabi]

Worked at a main post office during Christmas break while in college. Worst job by far. Now I see why those people 'go postal'.

[1MOREMOD]

Originally Posted by Xtabi

Worked at a main post office during Christmas break while in college. Worst job by far. Now I see why those people 'go postal'.

I also worked at the post office and enjoyed it. Worked on the loading dock with all males was a shit talking bs session for several months. Not bad at all except for freezing.

[Xtabi]

Originally Posted by 1MOREMOD

I also worked at the post office and enjoyed it. Worked on the loading dock with all males was a shit talking bs session for several months. Not bad at all except for freezing.

I sat in front of a cabinet type thing with 50 or so slots. I had to take an envelope look at the zip code and put into the corresponding slot. For hours. Mind numbing. Like rotting your mind away to mush. Horrible.

[1MOREMOD]

I did same thing with boxes and larger parcels outside. Work itself wasn't fun but group of guys there were. Always joking and playing jokes on each other.

[UncleWede]

Originally Posted by Xtabi

I sat in front of a cabinet type thing with 50 or so slots. I had to take an envelope look at the zip code and put into the corresponding slot. For hours. Mind numbing. Like rotting your mind away to mush. Horrible.

Ahh, the good old LSM (Letter Sorting Machine) I never touched one myself, but my mom was postal. To this day, if you ask her where an address is, she tells you the carrier number. There were flash cards EVERYWHERE when she was learning the routes.

Top it off, she ran the LSM on the night shift. . .

[DJKapeesh]

Originally Posted by litxus

Worst job was asbestos removal.
Things that I saw on the job, which in theory should never happen:

- Most idiots did not wear any masks, and coughed like crazy
- Some even smoked, the best part was when dude was smoking while cleaning the floor with flammable fluid (I got as far as possible once I saw that)

Beautiful Darwin natural selection at work.

To stupid to protect self from poison = dies without spreading stupidity

[zx10guy]

I had a job working with chemical warfare surety agents. You know all the stuff movies make action and drama movies about. I was a lab tech supporting penetration testing of materials exposed to this stuff. I had to walk into walk in fume hoods with active Sarin, Mustard, Tabin, CK, Lewisite, etc agents being pumped through the testing apparatus. Things got real interesting during the summer when the ambient air was in the 90s but the room air couldn't be conditioned due to the high air flow rate for the high negative pressure needed for containment. There were a number of times I had to step away from working on a test rig when I felt the seal around my gas mask start to fail due to the sweat dripping down my face.

Also I had the lovely once a month blood draw required to ensure I wasn't slowly being poisoned to death by exposure to nerve agent.

Fun times.

[CANGRKE70]

Originally Posted by AlpineE92M3

Typical doesn't even describe it. It's in our blood and nature! Lol you actually call ur dad a malaka?? Lmao I unfortunately can't do so, he passed away when I was 13, so I feel like Its in my soul to run the family business. It's not all that bad as it seems, as long as you have good help. Which good help is hard to find. The new generation of kids are so f'in lazy it makes me sick. Gotta be on their ass all the time just to sweep and mop the floors. Anyways, the business is what let's me enjoy the fruits of my labor, my M3, my house, and all the amenities that come with it. It's hard work, but it's worth it in my mind.

I do when he calls me at 6am EST from Greece to check on the restaurant when my wife and I are sleeping.

I know what you mean about good help. I just fired a waiter for not showing up on time for shifts, wrong orders, bad attitude...ase. Good help is hard to find.

[CANGRKE70]

Originally Posted by P1et

Where in Greece were you born?

Born in Toronto.

[M_Six]

Originally Posted by DJKapeesh

Beautiful Darwin natural selection at work.

To stupid to protect self from poison = dies without spreading stupidity

Very slow process, though. Takes years to manifest itself. The stupidity has often spread by then.

And it's "too" stupid. Just sayin'.

[/// M sa]

Good lord I had it made waiting on tables and bartnding in my early 20s and college days. My hats off to some of your crazy mofos

[F30lolz]

Senior year of HS I worked at BK and hated every second of it. Fast food FTMFL.

Originally Posted by UncleWede

I never touched myself, but my mom was postal.

I've never put my hands on myself either, however, my mom never went postal