Posted on 10/15/2011 7:31:06 AM PDT by JNRoberts
Watching these narcissists on Wall St. who think I should pay for their college loans, etc. I got to thinking, how come I never occupied or blamed anyone else for my lot in life even when I had the worse most humiliating job known to mankind. A door to door salesman for Trane Air Conditioning.
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I started out picking rocks on local farms as a teenager. $5 an hour under the table was damn good money for a teenager in the early 80s.
I also worked as a garbage man for about 18 months. Again, not a bad job for a young guy at $9 an hour in the early 80s.
Oh my. Even without reading the rest of the thread, I think you win.
>>>Working in construction during summer while in high school and having to install fiberglass insulation in attics. In Texas to boot. >>>
I Hear you. When we moved here (Dallas) I had em install Dish Satellite and it was in the summer of 09, and the Dish guy told me a colleague of his actually collapsed from the heat in an attic and fell through the roof. Working in attics during summer in Texas. damn........
Actually the worst part is having been a forced union member here in Michigan despite loving my job.
>>>First REAL job at 16, $1.35/hour, working as a summer kitchen aide on split shift in a non-air conditioned convalescent home. >>>
Got to admit, when I saw “convalescent home” I got real concerned about what I was going to read from you. But I guess there are worse things to do in a convalescent home than work in the kitchen right?
I had a boss that was soooo bad, he would tell other customers that he only hired me because no one else would work for him...once he called a customer and told him that I had lied to him, and that his job was not going to be delivered on time. I was in the customers office handing off the job while his call was going on. The customer hung up, thanked me for getting his job to him, and promply cancelled the remainder of the contract... of course this was my fault
Acquisitions and copy editor for a small publishing company based in San Francisco. The owner of the company was an absolute demon, and his wife was a bully.
Well, it was only a one day job (all day), and I was only a child, but picking cotton in Fresno was by far the worst. The second would be working at a drive in restaurant for minimum wage when I was a teen. They even deducted the cleaning of our aprons from our pay.
“Rack stripper” at a fiber glass plant stripping fiberglass remnants from spools. Swing shift. Horrid, horrid job with little to no thought required. So for twelve hours a night, I would drive myself crazy worrying about ‘things’. Thank the good Lord I no longer work there, and I no longer worry. 8 )
Even though my ears rang for 9 months after I quit the job (developed equilibrium problems due to the work and sleep deprivation), I was blessed to have that gig as it allowed me to be home 100% with my youngest babies and raise them myself. I wouldn't trade that for any amount of money.
Plus I developed a GREAT right arm. :-)
It was like a prison sentence. I totally hated it.
But, I still had to pay some federal income taxes: about $50 for the year. I eventually got that back in the first "income tax rebate". After that year, I've had to pay at least some personal income tax every year --- so I've been in the "53%" ever since.
Some job highlights? Changed blown-out truck tires. Changed oil, fueled the trucks, washed trucks. It was fun in the winter time, when trucks came in with chains, and I had to break them off with a sledge hammer before repairing the tire. I also broke tires off rims with two crow bar-like devices, and replaced them with new tires. Very back-breaking work, but I got better at it. I got to drive 12-speed tractor trailers with three trailers on them around the yards. Fun stuff.
Working in the shipyards.
One of my fun tasks was prepping pipe (up to 60” x 20’) for shipment overseas. I had to take a mop and coat the pipe with Cosmolene, a tick, goopy mess. I also got the clean the weld slag from the inside of boilers - that’s where I learned that I have claustrophobia.
I remember working in a house (new construction) during the summer installing insulation and passed out from the heat. I fell into the room below and landed on top of the bundles of insulation. Itched like heck the rest of the day.
Ugh, me too. Can you handle airplane flights? I can't.
I pick window seats and make out alright. Recently we had a missed connection due to equipment breakdown and I had to “make-do” in a center aisle, center row seat. Thank God it was only an hour flight!
My worst was supermarket checker. Just hated it!
I had a flight from KC to Phoenix recently with extreme turbulence over Phoenix and I almost lost it. It took every ounce of willpower in my body to get me on that last flight back home to SoCal. My last flight, I think. It’s just too much for me.
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