What is the weirdest/worst job(s) you’ve ever had? I don’t know what made me start thinking about this, but at 4 a.m. this morning my foggy brain started reminiscing on past employment.
Here’s one for DaisyFae – Back in the late seventies I worked in a hollow-core door factory. Yep. I could have made the cabinet doors at your mom’s house. I made a shitload of ’em. I was running a gigantic chopping saw sometimes, but mainly I was just gluing the the front and back together, and gluing a little piece of wood in between the front and back so it wouldn’t collapse the first time you touched it. And then cleaning it. Quality stuff.
OMFG!11!! it was SO boring. All I could do to make it interesting was to try and do it as efficiently as possible – counting strokes and moving as little as possible. No wild grabs, every movement counted, that kind of thing. The other women hated my guts because they were into not working very hard AND this was probably their life’s work and didn’t want to set any difficult, hard to sustain goals. When I was efficient it set the bar too high and made them look bad. I’m surprised I never got knifed in the parking lot.
What made it a good job was that we went out to this little bar close by and drank beers (yes, plural) every day and ate fresh clams for lunch sometimes. I’m not so sure I’d drink today and then go run a saw. In fact, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t. Later on everyone except me and one other person got laid off, and six months later the factory shut down completely, if temporarily. I think it was 70’s recession related.
The other really heinous job I had was working for a medical office with a psychiatrist (degree grandfathered in from an OD), social worker (LCSW), and a PhD whose degree was not in Psychology but who was practicing as one. They were all nuts and possibly crooks. I did the insurance billing. I was younger and rather more naive. I tried to quit and they gave me two dollars more an hour to stay. That was back when two dollars more an hour was a lot bigger deal. Early 80’s. So I stayed, doormat that I am. I’d love to tell you a funny story about them, but there isn’t one. The office manager was the wife of the fake psychologist. She had 5 outfits which were comprised of something like 6 pieces. She had one outfit for each workday and wore the same thing for the entire two years I worked there without variation. It was threadbare when I left. The husband bought outrageously bleeding edge expensive stereo equipment. That would be where the clothes budget went, I suppose. Shudder.
So what was your worst/weirdest job ever?