Iceland when i left school, lasted 3 days before walking out after some rude old **** thought she could get lemon. Never worked a customer service job since.
Stripping asbestos wasn't much fun. Taking the cement panels off riser cupboards was easy enough , but working in boiler rooms where the boiler and pipes were lagged with it was pretty grim. Full spaceman suit, mask and breathing apparatus, which was ****ing uncomfortable. Had to decontaminate in a shower afterwards, and the portable shower units weren't always heated.Money was good though.
Mine was cold calling selling double glazing. When I left school my dad told me to go out and get the first job I was offered and I could then spend lunch hours looking for something better. We were given a page out of the phone book and just went down it calling people and getting abuse. On my 4th day I called a woman who became hysterical and said her son had died recently. That was my last day. **** that.
A glass collector in a rough as **** nightclub in Litherland. It was like taking part in a gangster movie.
I worked for Tesco all through college and uni. They decided at one point they wanted me to train to work on the fish counter to cover some lads holiday. I ****ing despised it. I stank. only saving grace was one day I took some really thin fishing line and hooked up a big trout . Used to make it twitch and scare people. Especially kids.
My first apprenticeship was working at a ****, tiny local college on merseyside. Its job was too take unemployables and make them employable. Talk about people who cannot be helped, no matter the handouts. My first year was to simply work reception in Kensington, scousers will know Kensington is a ****hole. Then I came back over the water onto the wirral to work upstairs processing the students payments, calculating hours, updating their course progress. It was ****ing ****,most depressing two years of my life. Apart from being straight out of school and a skinny beanpole, you were regularly threatend, breaking **** up and getting screamed at over payments as low as £30. Not to mention the staff, born again communists who felt they were on the frontline, working their asses off. They did about 1/5 the work regular teachers did for similar pay. Horrid little ****hole.
Admin job for the council, managing a team of 4 girls, really busy loads of timescales and stress and the worst pay I've ever had. Stayed 6 months then walked.
Almost got a job the council but ended up working for the insurance firm next door. Former coucil works told me I dodged a bullet
I worked throughout university in dead end jobs and summer jobs as there's no way I could have paid the bills otherwise, so many were terrible. I'd say my worst was probably kitchen Porter (at Marriott hotel in gateshead). Little things like the only bus that got me to work arrived at five past the hour so I asked the manager if I could start at five past and work later or in lunchtime. I was summarily told no ( most people working there would have just turned up late) meaning I got to work at... 6:05 each morning to start at 7:00. One day a chef dropped a pan of soup on the floor then turned around and shouted at me to " ****ing well clean that hazard up". By chef I mostly mean, microwave operator but hey he thought he was Gordon Ramsay so...
I've done some corkers but this was the funniest and most pointless. Did agency work for a while. Had to degrease and clean up industrial lathes (on the old army arsenal factories when they were closing them down) so they could be sold in an auction the following week. The manager tried to tell me and the other guy to use this degreaser that came in a metal drum which had a picturer of a geezer in protective clothing including a face mask with a big tick next to it and a picture with no protective clothing with a **** off sized red cross through it. I refused cos we had no protective clothing but he insisted it was fine. I told the cock to prove it was safe so the dumbass opened it and as soon as the fumes hit him, he almost passed out. He spent the rest of the day in an office trying not to puke his lungs up. The week after they were sold I was reemployed by the new owners to re grease the ****ing things!
My lad did a year there while he was at Uni. I was pissing myself when he said where he was moving to. Tbf it’s a million times better now, than it was back in the 80’s. It was ****ing bleak round there then.
Retail. The general public are annoying scum. I’ve never done customer facing work since and never will.
I manage a restaurant, I spend as much time as humanly possible in the office avoiding all contact with the public. When a server comes with a complaint "tell them I'm in a meeting."
Worst one I had was one of my first working night shifts in the Fyffes factory in Basingstoke. 8 hours of counting and bagging up ****ing bananas with nobody else except management who spoke English. Lasted two weeks.
Knocking mortar off reclaimed bricks for a demolition company. Hammer and a chisel, baking heat in height of summer, I was 16 and all the demo lads were big ****ing grippers, laughing at me every time they fetched another load into the yard. I got 45 mins for lunch and it took 20 mins to walk to the nearest shop (Petrol station). Brilliant.
In the early 80's i had the pleasure nay honour to work as a Supplementary Benefit receptionist in a Department of Stealth and Total Obscurity office . Was seeing approx 120 people a day of which at least 25% would gob off at me and quite a few just gob at me ( thank **** for the screens ) though since the managers never ventured out to see what was going on i regularly gave some back . The only good bits were the "war" stories you ended up with and the fact the moment you closed the door you were done but it was total **** 95% of the time ..
