At the suggestion of Robyn (pretty sure she was kidding, but I'm running with it), I dedicate this post to an actual job I held... one I could put on my resume. If I were dumb. And crazy. Which apparently I am/was, because at one point it actually was on my resume. Mostly because I was tired of all of the button-up appropriateness of the searching for a job gig after college and was ready to be abnormal. I guarantee it got me some interviews.
Drumroll please!! Worst........job..........ever.................... chicken plucker. You heard me. In high school, at a local farm (Young's Farm in Dewey, for those that know the area). We had to wear wader boots so the blood on the floor wouldn't soil our shoes and pants. Fortunately, the "kill room" was the next one over... heads off, then through the big machine that removed most of the feathers, down the conveyor belt into the room where we manually plucked the remainder of what the machine didn't get. Nasty, I know. Somehow, although I was hired for corn season, I very temporarily became a chicken plucker... how I agreed to such nastiness, I'll never know!
And now, I would like to hear about your worst. job. ever...
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Oh my gosh!!! Yikes. I'm wincing just thinking about it.
My worst job ever??? All my jobs have been great, to be honest.
I can't even come close. Camp counselor to 5th grade girls. At a co-ed camp. There were dances every Saturday night and every time I hear Seal sing that "Kissed by a Rose" song...
As I was reading I was thinking you were from Iowa...
Anyway, I have 2 terrible jobs to list.
#1- I worked as a tellamarketer for a funeral home and I tried to see elderly people prearranged funerals. The thing was the list was old and sometimes I would call and start to talk and they would say, sorry he already died. Shooot!
#2- I was a corn detassler with my family. We took the tassles off corn. When I asked why the tassles needed to be removed I was told something (by my Dad) about boy corn and girl corn... I still, to this day don't understand.
***longest comment ever.
Time to make the donuts. I worked at Donutland in high school. I came home every time smelling of grease and I guarantee that if you saw that vat that they fry donuts in you'd never, ever eat one. Let me just say they drained it about twice a year.
Jen...ew. You win. *gag*
See... isn't this fun? Free therapy!!!
I can't even think about past jobs because I was laughing so hard about chicken plucker... and then I read Jen's comment and now... forget about it!!
Thanks for the shout out ;)
Gross, gross, gross.
I don't have a terrible job to share, they were all ok. Not great, but better than dead headless chickens and toenails in my mouth...
That made me laugh and laugh. Six years as Certified Nursing Assistant gave me lots of fantastic stories, many of them having to do with poop. However most require dramatic voices so must be told in person.
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