What's A Job You'll Never Do Again, And Why?

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Speaker 1: What's a job you'll never do again? And why? I

taught for 20 years and you couldn't pay me a

king's ransom to work with elementary school kids again. I

watched a kid have the worst stomach flu I'd ever seen.

Then he sat in it and started sobbing. You don't

unsee that. I watched a kid whiz on another kid

to end an argument. In his defense, it did end

the argument. I'm 6'3, and one day, a kid decided

it would be funny to punch the big man in

the Johnson. I spent the next two months dodging punches.

Those little kids would hide around corners. I had to

have so many we-don't-hit-friends conversations. I watched a 6-year-old grab

a chair, chuck it across the room, and scream like

King Leonidas from the end of 300. He was upset

we didn't have the juice he wanted. Kids are psychos, ma'am.

They're little, demented gremlins who will then run up to you,

hug you, and say, You're my favorite person here, Mr.

Grammar Oligarch. lunatics alright so that kid who wins down

another kid is a problem solver he's not a fighter

you have to respect that and before i forget other

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right back to these stories story two i worked at

a sports game once scanning tickets it was a handy

opt-in job that came up on a weekend and i

had a few friends doing it so it seemed like

a convenient way to make a bit of extra cash

in early college It was one of the weirdest experiences

of my life. They rounded us up and very obviously

picked the conventionally attractive girls to stand at the premium

ticket holder gate, sending the boys or tomboyish girls to

general admission or less favorable locations. By some miracle or

maybe a staff shortage, I got lumped in with the

premium ticket girls and spent the next two hours of

my life being pestered by schmucks or scolded by impatient

superfans who couldn't be bothered to have their tickets ready.

A bunch of people had no clue how to zoom

in on their QR code and would try to push

their phones into my hands so I could find it

for them. The policy was that we couldn't touch their

phones so the company couldn't be held responsible if a

phone broke. Every time I explained this, I was hit

with an Ah, but just, I also never ended up

getting paid. I followed up a few weeks later, they

had me resend my bank details, and another few weeks

went by with still nothing. It was such a measly

amount of money that I decided I didn't care. Story three,

I worked as a 911 dispatcher, but not for the

reasons you probably think. We're essentially the janitors of the

public safety world. Everyone wants to use a clean toilet,

but no one wants to clean it. Most people think

you're a secretary answering phones, but all the while you're

coordinating the response to save their lives. If you knew

how emergency response really works, a lot more people would

have less faith in the system. You are on your

own until help actually gets there. Officers, EMTs, sheriffs, and

firefighters cannot teleport to you. They have to follow the

laws to get there just like everyone else. Also, too

many adults have no idea where they are. Start paying attention, people,

and get your eyes off your phone. Yes, dispatchers can

still ask questions without delaying their response. Most of the time,

once you give your location and a brief summary of

what's going on, the call is already in the system.

The additional information they're asking for is for your benefit.

It wouldn't make sense to send a sheriff if your

house is burning down, would it? Saying, just send them

instead of answering questions is not for your benefit. Your

911 dispatcher isn't asking you questions because they like your voice,

just so you know. Story four. I worked as a

truck driver and I was more depressed in that job

than at any other time in my life. It felt

like reality was slowly slipping away. I barely slept and

all that time away from home made me lose friends

because I couldn't hang out. Even if I called often,

sooner or later they stopped answering. Other people's lives went

on and I saw it all through social media. They

found partners, had children, bought houses, switched careers, and went

back to school. All the while, I was barely acknowledged

by anyone. Truckers aren't treated like people, they're treated like ghosts,

and pretty soon you start feeling like one too. No,

I don't want to drive locally or for a small

bakery or anything like that. I kinda just hate driving now.

Story 5. I'm very wary of any kind of telemarketing

after having a job making cold calls to computer-generated numbers

to solicit charitable donations. Most of the people sounded elderly,

which was probably part of what got them on the

call list. One woman, however, said she was involved with

Susan G. Komen and other cancer organizations and she'd never

heard of the cancer charity I was canvassing for. I

thought about it, and I'd never heard of any of

the charities we collected for, and all the money went

to one central address in New Orleans. I'm fairly certain

I was an accessory to wire fraud because those charities

probably didn't even exist. Story 6. When I was in college,

a long time ago, I worked at a garden nursery

on Long Island during the summer. I was vaguely aware

that the actress, Julie Newmar, was doing dinner theater in

the area. One day, while I was watering the hanging

plants with a squeeze bottle, she walked in. She was tall, gorgeous,

and wearing a pale blue-gray silk dress. I think she

was looking for gladiolas. I looked at her and said,

Are you Julie Newmar? and squeezed the bottle without realizing,

dowsing the poor woman. The fabric of her dress clung

to her body. I apologized profusely, but she was calm

and gracious about it. My boss then hustled me away.

The next day, I was fired for being a bad weeder.

So I guess being a weeder was not my calling.

Story 7. All the horror stories about working at Amazon

are true. I would get lectured for taking what I

was told were my mandatory 15-minute breaks. I was told

you could spend your 15-minute break driving to the next location.

God forbid you need to whiz or stop to eat

or anything. Luckily, most of the other drivers are pretty

good about not leaving their bottles in the trucks. And

God forbid you finish your route and show up to

clock out on time. You should totally spend a couple

more hours helping others finish their routes as well. Never again.

Story 8. I worked in the photo lab at Walmart

in the 2000s. It was the weirdest, most degrading job.

Imagine being screamed at by a middle-aged woman because you

won't let her print her intimate pictures. We had to

go through and delete intimate photos from developing film roles

back when film was still a thing, and then argue

with people about why we wouldn't print their Johnson pics.

There were a lot of those photos I didn't want

to see, but had to look for because we weren't

allowed to print them. As for how they treat their employees,

Walmart is in white-collar crime textbooks for a reason. Black

Friday kicked off a non-stop nightmare until Christmas. People would

lose their minds over their photo Christmas cards. Bad times, man.

Story 9. I used to teach children with EBD, emotional

and behavioral disturbances, and I found it very strange how

kids who yell bad words at black students or talk

about harming their parents for not buying them what they

want are labeled as disabled. I know things like seizure

disorders and schizophrenia can impair moral judgment for some people,

but this was something else entirely. I learned very quickly

that there are kids with genuine EBD, a real thing

that merits our compassion, and then there are just plain

bad kids being lumped into the same classrooms. These classrooms

are designed to ship them straight to jail instead of

giving them rehabilitation or a better school. The state is

intentionally creating this pipeline. Story 10. I once worked in

a union factory. The factory floor workers were all union,

but management and a lot of the admin staff were not.

I was part of the admin staff, so I wasn't

in the union, but also was in management. However, because

I wasn't in the union, we were all treated as

if we were in management. We took a lot of flak,

even though we had no real say in anything, and

we were just trying to do our jobs. The union

was very toxic. The factory was old and under a

lot of pressure to get productivity to an acceptable level,

but the union made it almost impossible. There was a

lot of sabotage and things like that. Part of my

job was making sure some of the assembly lines had

the required supplies. If these supplies were not in place,

the line could not run. There were times when I

left my shift after making sure the lines had all

the required supplies only to be called a couple of

hours later by the night shift management screaming at me

because some of the lines did not have their supplies.

On a couple of occasions, I dug through the trash

and found that the supplies had been thrown away by

union workers so the lines would be down for the night.

I was stuck in the middle between the union and

management taking flak from both sides because of the garbage

each side would throw at each other. Story 11. I

worked in a daycare in the early 90s, fresh out

of high school. I had zero experience, but I figured,

how hard could it be? They're just little kids. I

was put in a room with 15 screaming 3 and

4 year olds. Some were potty trained, some were not,

and all of them were feral. One kid by himself

might be the sweetest angel, but put a bunch together

and a pack mentality takes over. My biggest fear was

one of them getting hurt on my watch, and let

me tell you, they can smell fear. They climbed on tables, chairs, cabinets,

and each other. Jumping off of things and onto me,

it looked like a scene from Gulliver's Travels. Trying to

contain them without raising my voice or putting my hands

on them was a nearly impossible task. I cried more

than any of them. I lasted four days. Aye, aye, aye.

I would have lasted like four minutes, not four days.

He's a hero in my book. Story 12. I worked

as a roofer the summer before university. There was a

heat wave and the company didn't exactly adhere to government

policies to shut down sites when it was too hot.

I was basically a kid and didn't think too much

of it at the time. Through a strange turn of events,

I ended up working for a developer about 18 years

later with my career path going from computer engineering to

business consulting and then to technical support for the head

office and job sites. Now I bring out powdered electrolytes

on hot days and was able to adjust the safety

officer's daily log to more closely adhere to regulations to

prevent that from happening at our company. I also considered

putting Vaseline on my jewels every day. Screw that. Story 13.

I would never work in retail or customer service again.

For a very short period, I was a bank teller

as a summer job during college. Before this, I was

an intern and worked in a professional project-based environment. Anyway,

I got treated like garbage every day for no reason.

I once had an issue with my computer system and

informed a client that it would take a minute to

process a transaction because of connectivity problems. In response, the

client punched the bullet and trauma-resistant window, broke his hand,

I then asked to speak to my branch manager because

he believed I was at fault for his shattered hand.

That job was not worth $ 12 an hour. I've never

been rude to customer service or retail employees, but after

my experience, I do my best to be extra polite

because I know that those employees don't receive respect often enough.

Story 14. I worked in telemarketing when I was younger

because a place would hire anyone. I only lasted about

two weeks. I've done some pretty horrible things in my

life but that job was soul draining. We worked the

afternoon shift on the west coast so we could call

people directly during dinner time on the east coast. It

wasn't even marketing per se, but telesurveying, so it was

completely legal for us to randomly call people on the

do not call list because we weren't trying to sell

them anything. What we were actually trying to do was

trick these poor people who made the mistake of picking

up their phone into answering every question on a 45-minute survey.

At no point were we allowed to tell them how

long it would be. We were expected to try to

keep them on the phone with lines like, please, all

I have to do is get the survey done and

I can go home and see my kids. No thank you.

I quit after a week and a half and took

a job at a food place. I remember thinking that

even if I had to clean the nastiest toilets, I

would still feel cleaner than I did coming home from

the other job. Story 15. Care work. I worked with

elderly people for almost three years and while it could

be rewarding, it was also heartbreaking. It's difficult to watch

people with dementia deteriorate before your eyes or see a

woman get dressed at 4am to pick up her quote-unquote

kids when they're actually 40-year-old men. You also see people

who are bedridden all day, pretty much just waiting for death.

The job is horrible for your back with constant bending, lifting,

and hoisting people. The pay is terrible, the shifts are long,

and family members can make things even more difficult. Never again.

Story 16. A management position in advertising. The hours were

crazy before a standard 8 hour per day salary. I

had no real time off, my phone rang at all hours,

there were incessant client meetings that required me to live

out of a suitcase for about half the month, and

the future of the industry looks bleak with the slow

passing of traditional media and the advances in AI technology.

I resigned almost a year ago and accepted an entry-level

position in logistics for about half the money. I've already

received my first promotion, am in a healthy work environment,

have opportunities to move up the ladder, and my work-life

balance is at its healthiest. All in all, it was

a good 11 years, but that part of my life

is over. Story 17. As a debt collector, my job

involved an automated system that would call delinquent accounts and

send me the call when someone answered. I once got

a call from a woman with at least one kid

I could hear in the background. She said her ex

had opened the account in her name and then left. Technically,

she was still responsible for the debt and since our

calls were monitored, I had to read my script and

try to get a payment from her. I wanted her

to hang up, but she didn't. I had my head

in my hands as she gave me her payment information

because I knew all it was doing was kicking the

can down the road. We would call her again for

the rest. I felt like a parasite, a terrible person.

I quit about two weeks later. Story 18. I worked

selling corn when I was 13 but my mom lied

about my age so I could work under the legal age.

It's done for a crossbreeding to get better strains of

seed for planting. I'd get up at 4am to get

on a bus to the day's field where I'd use

a garbage bag as an impromptu poncho for the cold dew.

My hands would get sliced up and stung by sappy

leaves and I was mistreated by the guys on the crew.

After lunch it was blistering hot until the field was done.

I was paid $ 3. 75 an hour which was a fortune

in the early 80s. Apparently they now have tractors to

keep the teens more comfortable. To me, retail and fast

food were a step up. Story 19. One of my

earlier jobs was as an attendant at an automated car

wash and it was stressful because a lot of drivers

couldn't understand these simple instructions. Quote, Enter the code, place

the car in neutral, and don't touch the steering or brakes.

I kid you not, people don't know what neutral is.

On one occasion, a guy had a manual car and

didn't know what neutral meant. People would also floor it,

hit the brakes when the car started moving, or stop,

literally at the end of the cycle, to hand dry

their car while other cars were approaching. At one point,

I intentionally broke the machine so management would shut it

down and I could have a break from it. Story 20.

I worked as a customer service representative CSR for an

insurance company that was absolutely awful. both in its insurance

policies and the company itself. On Mondays, we had a

15-minute lunch break and no other breaks even though we

were all full-time employees. The rules on what we were

allowed to say changed daily because the company was being

sued and a lot of people were asking about it.

In theory, this isn't bad, but they would often forget

to give CSR the new changes and we would get

in trouble for not knowing about them. The managers refused

to speak to customers and would cycle calls back to

the CSRs, which understandably upset the customers who wanted to

speak to someone in charge. The final straw for me

was a customer on the phone who was very upset

and waiting outside the building to let us know his

unhappiness as violently as possible. When I gave him my

first name, as was required, he accurately described me, my clothing,

and my wheelchair after telling me that someone had called

my name outside and when I responded, he knew exactly

who I was. Management didn't care about the threat and

wouldn't help me get out of the back safely. Story 21.

Any job that misclassifies non-exempt work as exempt is a

red flag. Early in my career, I worked for a

small computer company that did this. Once I learned that

my job was non-exempt, I asked my employer about it

and was fired. It was for the best because he

was also classifying me as a contractor while taking taxes

from my paycheck but not paying the IRS. He ended

up skipping town and the last I heard, his car

was found abandoned in the airport's long-term parking lot. Story 22.

In college one spring, I got a job doing taxes

for people in a kiosk at a Walmart. It was horrible.

People would complain that they weren't getting enough of a

refund and they would complain when it turned out they

had to pay. Some people had taxes that were so

complicated they should have had them done by an actual

CPA and not some kid. One guy told me he

was about to get a divorce and asked if I

could get his refund on the down low without his

wife knowing. I only lasted three shifts before I quit.

Story 23. I sold t-shirts and novelties during baseball season

and for the most part it was a fun, easy job.

I was asked to stay for football season. Two games

was all it took for me to want to end

every single football fan in the country. They were rude

and entitled and some people thought I should give them

free stuff and then they would threaten me when I wouldn't.

I could never find security when they were needed. When

I told my boss I quit, he offered to double

my pay but it wasn't enough. Story 24. I am

a high school teacher who had to take a year

off work to go on a survival reality show. I

had to wait until the next school year for my

old position to open up. In the meantime, I worked

for a moving company in Florida from January to August 2022.

I would never do it again for so many reasons.

My co-workers were alcoholic losers and substance-fixated college dropouts who

were in between jobs and going nowhere, venting about their

problems all day. Moving sucks. Have you ever moved? It

is literally the worst day of your life until it's done.

high stress, and time crunch. On top of that, half

of the customers say they will have all of their

stuff pre-packed and ready to just move into the truck.

I'd say less than a fifth were ever really ready

to move. I'm not a box packer, I'm a mover,

you know? Most people don't tip. We worked for tips.

Some days were great and a $ 350 day was good money.

Most days were about $ 150. You end yourself at the job,

you're so tired, and the next day you start all

over again, it never ends, and you feel no satisfaction

from making a difference. Sometimes you get stuck with a

real loser who is so weak they have no business

being a mover and you have to lift heavy stuff

with them. It sucks. Never again, bro. And if you're

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like button for more videos just like this. Story 25.

Grocery store clerk. I applied to work as a grocery

store clerk because I love going to the grocery store

and seeing all the different food options. It turns out

that most people do not enjoy grocery shopping and often

take their bad feelings out on the employees. After two

months of being yelled at and belittled for eight hours

a day, I finally quit. My dog collapsed two hours

before my shift started, and I was told that taking

him to the emergency vet was not a good enough

reason to miss my shift. They said that if I

couldn't come in, I needed to give at least four

hours of notice as if I could predict exactly when

my pet would experience heart failure. Needless to say, I

told them I wouldn't be in that day or ever

again and to mail my final check to my house.

I never looked back. Story 26. Retail. Retail has inconsistent hours, shifts, colleagues,

and attitudes. You also get paid peanuts. Call center, while

the pay is better and the call center I worked

at was great for giving fixed schedules, the customer service

aspect was like retail on enhancers. It was even worse

because customers couldn't see your face, so they thought they

had a free pass to scream and act like a schmuck.

They knew if someone treated their family that way, they

would have a totally different response. Story 27. Right after college,

during the lockdown, I worked at a big company's warehouse

because no one was hiring. That job was the moment

I decided to call my mom and thank her for

forcing me to go to college. There's no basic humanity

in those warehouses. You're just a robot to them. In fact,

they probably care about their actual robots more than they

care about you. You're worth less than a pet. When

your pet passes away, they'll send a flower basket, but

for you, nothing. We only had a 30-minute lunch break,

but it took 15 minutes to drive the little e-bike

to the lunchroom. Everyone who worked there either looked like

they hated their life, which I don't blame them for,

or they were not too sharp. I talked to a

few 30-year-olds who sounded like they were still in their teens.

I kid you not, one guy asked me how I

knew if the earth was round. They strap a little

computer on your arm so you can scan things, but

it also times your picks. If you pick below average,

you get a warning. Three warnings and you're out. There

are also security doors you have to go through like

a prison and your water bottle has to be transparent.

I'm not saying college is a must because it's not,

but for your own sake, learn a skill you can master,

whether it's welding, being an electrician, or carpentry. Don't resort

to a warehouse job. They don't treat you like a human.

It was the most humiliating job I've ever had. Story 28.

I worked as a commercial chicken farmer for way too long.

When I was 14 and a half, my parents got

me a job without asking me. Every weekend and school holiday,

I had to go and do manual labor with grown

men and was expected to keep up. When they told

me I had no choice, I burst into tears. It

gave me an excellent work ethic and the conditions were

insanely laborious and horrendous. As a teenager, I was cashed

up compared to my peers. The real issue is that

it's just so disgusting. I'm not just talking about the

working conditions where you're literally shin deep in wet ammonia

smelling chicken waste with airborne particles that make it hard

to breathe all in 86 degree weather. I'm also talking

about the animal welfare and the normalization of animal cruelty.

The job pays pretty well but it attracts the worst

people because only the worst people will do it. The

farm manager would say we have too many birds in

that shed go in and terminate 10,000 and you were

expected to go in and do it. It was generally

messed up and I hate that I did it for

as long as I did. Story 29. I was a

table games dealer in the VIP rooms of a high-end casino.

Meeting celebrities, millionaires, billionaires, and others rich enough to get

into the VIP rooms was so much fun in my

early 20s. You would hear first-hand conversations about people you'd

seen on the news, gossip about emerging trade deals, and

talk about the, frankly, insane lives some people lead. That said,

earning what I did and seeing people return day after day,

month after month, and year after year shatters you for

a while. I could take the equivalent of 20 years

of my pay from someone in a single night. The

first time I took a million dollars from a regular

guest on an average weekday, it put life into perspective

for me. I'll never go back to that life. Story 30.

I worked in a recycling sorting plant when I was

going back to college after the army. The owner never

did any preventive maintenance on the equipment and the foreman

would freak out whenever something broke. The equipment was often

run hard for no reason by bad operators and would

break frequently. They hired all ex-convicts to work at the

manual sort table. I fed the plant as a loader operator. Overall,

the crews were good people just trying to start fresh. Management, however,

was terrible. I left after three months. Management just treated

everyone like trash for no reason and was lazy. I

found out they had a turnover rate of about 50

people a month. Before this, I worked in heavy mining

and it was the exact opposite. Story 31. I would

never teach again. I taught second grade at a Title

I school and cried with the lights off every single

free period. The kids didn't like me. I hated the

administration and I got no support from my quote-unquote mentor.

On top of that, I had a full classroom of

kids who should have never been put together. Two in

particular would fight every single day, pretty much on sight.

Even the music and PE teachers couldn't get them under control. Ultimately,

I was allowed to resign with severance after a student

injured me. Story 32. Yeah, as much as I would

love to say I'll never work those jobs again, I

may have to in the future because I have experience.

I never wanted to be a valet again, but here

I am and the tips are good to have. I

have good experience and still get paid like a brand

new 18-year-old. It's just one of those easy jobs, but

I absolutely hate it. A warehouse job? No, I don't

want to do the most monotonous things ever again, but

if I have to, I will. It really sucks, but

we all have bills and unfortunately they just don't go away.

Story 33. Call center. I worked as a customer service

representative for companies in Eastern Europe. The work hours were bad,

people would scream at you, and the pay was so low,

I'm not even sure how I didn't starve. The third-party

company that ran the call center had a high turnover

rate because of its hire and fire policy. People would

also bother you because, quote, you are from Eastern Europe,

even though the operators spoke with much better grammar than

the almost unintelligible dialect the client spoke. We had technical

teams that were supposed to help with more technical issues,

but they usually sent the calls back to us because

they tended to do nothing. I worked at one company

where a technical team and a customer service team started

calling each other on the internal phone connection and threatening

each other. That day, inbound calls fell by 70%. During

a meeting, a representative from a huge company that operated

in Italy and France called our team's target capacity unspeakable,

and one of the agents said, maybe you fat schmucks

can pay us more, I'm quitting. He then spent a

minute telling the managers to perform various acts of carnal pleasure.

It was crazy, pay to pittance, and offered no promise

of development. Story 34. Train conductor. I would never work

as a train conductor again. The work itself was genuinely

super easy, but you trade that off for the absolute

worst possible scheduling setup. Being on call 24-7 is a

working prison sentence. Your entire existence, any and all plans,

day-to-day things, or serious life events are all the same

to the company. They're your problem to deal with on

your own time. If they need you, you don't have

a choice. You either drop everything you're doing and work,

or you're pretty much fired. Story 35. I would never

be a waitress again. I hated having to constantly be

around people and the terrible music. The hours were awful

and the places were so tight that I was always

in contact with other people. It was also difficult to

manage the dishes without accidents. My head was constantly throbbing

and full of fog and I was unable to think.

Even cleaning is better because at least I could be

mostly away from people, although I don't want to do

that again either. I hated having to wake up early,

wear ugly clothes, touch dirty things, and get sweaty. Story 36.

I will never work in retail again. Cleaning at a

probation office, I came in one day to find the

entrance hallway looking like a slasher flick. I just stood there,

looking at the red coating, the walls, ceiling, and floor, thinking,

how the heck do I mop a ceiling? Someone who

was intoxicated or high had punched out a single glass

panel and cut an artery. Cleaning at a secure unit,

a school for expelled kids, same as a probation office,

but with poop. DJ, I have no tolerance for intoxicated people,

people who think they can intimidate the DJ into playing

their song, or the women who try to kiss me

while smelling like a brewery. Sunday morning kitchen work at

a hotel, the chef was still so intoxicated that he

couldn't stand, and I had to do three people's jobs

while he sat there, passing in and out of consciousness.

Story 37, fast food, it's not worth the destroyed psyche

you get from being constantly yelled at by both customers

and your manager, all while running around a tiny kitchen

breaking a local health code. You come home smelling like

fryer oil that has penetrated everything in your home and

you wake up with night terrors consisting of the constant

beeping from the fryers. You could pay me $ 100 an

hour and I still wouldn't go back. Story 38. I

would never work in retail again. I worked in high

school and college at a well-known store and it taught

me that the general public is messy, stupid, and entitled.

I had someone ask to change a baby in our

fitting room and someone else whizzed in one. Men would

always ask to go into the fitting rooms with their wives.

People refused to read signs or price tags, but would

ask for the price anyway. At least 50% of the

people did not put away items or even bring them

out to be put away. People would also return things that, frankly,

I'd be embarrassed to admit I'd damage, but some people

have no shame. Because of this experience, I now make

an effort not to be that customer when I'm shopping.

Story 39. I worked for Xbox support back when the

Xbox One had just come out. My first day on

the phone floor happened to be the day that the

Titanfall launch crashed every single Microsoft server for about two days.

It was pure hell. I was subjected to nasty people

complaining about their live accounts and demanding prorated refunds for

two days that nobody could access anything. I had to

do my best to navigate without any Microsoft information available

while they called me worthless. I will say, the guy

I was on the phone with when the servers finally

came back up got a slice of humble pie when

he had to go from screaming at me to quietly

thanking me before hanging up. Then the hardware issues with

the first generation Xbox One started popping up in droves.

I remember several days in a row of doing nothing

but submitting repair tickets for the disk drive alone. Story 40.

I worked in EMS. I loved the work and the patients,

but I cannot stand the industry. The EMS industry, and

to a lesser degree, the wider medical industry, is incredibly corrupt.

I was constantly coerced into committing fraud for the company

and your bosses don't actually care about you or the patients.

As first responders, there are so many safety loopholes that

you slide through that other professionals have to abide by.

You're treated like garbage by nursing staff, patients, and even

your own bosses. Nobody cares about burning you out or

retaining you because there's another 19-year-old with fresh ink on

their license whom they can replace you with for less pay.

All the old heads are so miserable. They had a

terrible time coming up and can't understand that it doesn't

have to be that way. They aren't happy unless the

new people are also miserable. Story 41. On a summer

break from college, I worked for the tech services helpline

at the big university in my hometown. Mostly, I helped

students and employees reset passwords for university websites and assisted

any professors working over the summer. This was in the

early 2000s, so a lot of older people were just

adjusting to things like Wi-Fi and everything going online. I

learned that as people get older, they are mostly ungrateful

and nasty when things don't work as they expect them to.

I try to remember this whenever I need to call

tech support or customer service. Story 42. I was a

brand ambassador, driving to different neighborhoods with people I barely knew.

We would knock on people's doors and try to sell

them a product with a pitch that I knew I'd

never used myself. It felt like a total fraud. One day,

one guy I was shadowing got a scolding from a

man who was upset that people like us were coming around,

banging on his door in the evening, trying to sell

him the same garbage. I did not blame him for

a second and was completely on his side, never ever again.

Story 43. One spring when I was in high school,

I spent a weekend putting in boat docks. I had

to put on a wetsuit that was still wet from

the day before that some random dirty old guy had worn.

I then had to ride around all the lakes in

the area in early April and walk into water that

was barely above freezing with spider-infested docks to swim down

and install them. The days were 16 hours long and

it sucked. Story 44. Factory work. You're a literal modern-day slave.

Our production schedule was 13 days on and one day off.

Because everyone was so overworked, there were massive call-offs every shift,

so you'd have mandatory overtime almost every day. That's no

way to live at all. I developed an anxiety disorder

and a hernia because of it. I'm a good worker,

and I chose to work there, but if I had

known the toll it would take on my body, I

would have never gone. I'm so glad I chose to leave.

Story 45. I worked as a cleaner and was fired

from my second job because my cleaning wasn't up to

their standards. I was given someone else's job of cleaning

three flights of stairs and three extra toilets. The other

guy seemed happy to clean that, and I don't know

what happened to him after. My responsibilities included vacuuming ten classrooms,

a computer room, and two offices, cleaning door glass, emptying

and replacing bin bags, cleaning tables in the classrooms and offices,

cleaning three toilets, cleaning the corridor, and vacuuming the doormat.

I was expected to do all of this in three hours.

This was way more work than my last cleaning job,

which was just one area. I made it very clear

that I wasn't very strong. Even when I did the

extra area first and then did my usual area, I

could never finish it. No wonder it wasn't up to standard.

Story 46. Cage wash in a biotech company. I worked

as a subcontractor in a cage wash at a biotech. company.

NHR pulled the classic bait and switch. They promised promotions

in three to six months if I just started in

this role. They made it seem like I'd get all

these benefits, but they were scraping the bottom of the barrel.

We had to wear filter suits because there were too

many particulates and allergens in the air. The job was

underground with white brick walls in every direction. My bosses

played favorites and it took them over a month to

get me an access key card to open the door. Supposedly,

we had until 7.15 to get there, get changed and

start working. So, I was surprised when I showed up

at 7.02 and my manager who was just waiting for

the boss to retire to get their spot said, you're late.

It was a garbage job. The company also made me

return the work boots they bought me after they fired me.

I should have worked harder to keep those, but I'm

so glad I don't work there anymore. Story 47. At

Six Flags Magic Mountain, I worked as a ride operator

where favoritism was rampant. Although an 8-hour workday was standard,

management expected us to work 1-2 hours of overtime daily,

leading to 10-12 hour shifts. We would often go for

hours without water, and the employee rest areas and bathrooms

were filthy and broken. Managers misused the point system to

fire anyone they disliked personally regardless of their work ethic.

I was eventually fired for an unlocked gate on a

ride even though I had locked it and there were

clear signs of tampering. However, the pay was amazing. I

made more than $ 1, 000 a week at just 21 years old.

I would never work there again, even under duress. A

few years later, my situation had changed for the better.

I now have an indoor job with air conditioning, great hours,

and a boss who genuinely cares about me. They allow

me to go to school and take time off for

any day or holiday I want. I've been at this

part-time job for over three years now, proving that things

can change for the better. Story 48. I once worked

as a subcontractor for an estate agent cleaning properties from

top to bottom after tenants moved out to prepare for

the new ones. One day, I entered a house and

everything seemed normal until I got to the bathroom. It

looked like a scene from a Saw movie. As it

turned out, the previous tenant was an elderly woman who

had passed away on the toilet. She lived alone and

it was weeks before anyone found her. There are no

words to describe the smell of that that has been

soaking into linoleum for the better part of a month.

Needless to say, that was my last day on the job.

As a side note, I later learned the woman was

supposedly a medium or psychic in her younger days. I

found this to be incredibly ironic, as you'd think if

she could see the future, she would have had the

foresight to be in bed when she passed away, not

to pass away on the toilet like Elvis. Story 49.

Working in a grocery store, specifically at places like Whole

Foods or Save Mart, can be a crazy experience. While

people often talk about how difficult it is to teach

children or work in a micromanaged call center, dealing with

adults in a grocery store is a different kind of challenge.

These are grown people who act like entitled, worthless, and

evil children who should know better. I remember my first

day working in the produce section. An old man came

up and asked if the vegetables had been picked that morning.

As a 19-year-old kid with no idea, I just said yes.

He laughed and said, what do you think I am,

a democrat? And then went on and on about politics,

telling me why young people like me were wrong and

why he was right. On my very first day, and

it only got worse from there, people can be truly awful.

Story 50. I worked at UPS, where I was initially

assigned to a small sort. My job was to check

if a bag was for my city. If it was,

I had to unzip it, dump out the content, and

save the bag. Each massive yellow bag could weigh up

to 50 pounds. Within just two three-hour shifts, which felt

like eight, I went through three pairs of heavy-duty gloves.

It was on the verge of a mental breakdown. There

was a constant flow of bags, but not enough time

or people to check and open them all. At one point,

I had no choice but to block my only escape

route in case of a fire just to keep up

with the workload. After that experience, I never showed up

for another shift. Story 51. I used to work as

a finance manager at a car dealership. Over the course

of a decade, I watched the business get bought out

by a corporation that was acquiring dealerships everywhere. After the takeover,

staff were let go, left, and right, and the tension

became so unbearable that many people quit under pressure. The

original dealer principal was eventually pushed out and replaced by

a woman half his age. She was nice enough, but

she only cared about making money, which rubbed me the

wrong way. The part of the job I'll never do

again was being a finance manager. My job was to

sell people so much extra stuff that they would be

upside down on the car loan for at least three

quarters of the term. If they were leasing, they would

be upside down for a minimum of half the term.

It started to make me feel sick. The final straw

for me involved a guy who came in with a

2019 or 2020 F-150, which he'd only owned for a

year or two. He bragged about getting a new vehicle

every two years and decided he wanted a used 2016

Audi A7, which was listed for about $ 40, 000. It wasn't

even worth that much. When I looked at the financing

on his truck, he was so upside down that I

had to find a subprime, third-party loan just to get

the deal done. I ended up finding a finance deal

with an interest rate that was nearly double the normal

rate due to the age of the Audi and the

fact that we had to roll over more than $ 20, 000

in negative equity from his old truck. I couldn't even

sell him any extra products because the finance deal was

maxed out. By the time he signed, he was upside

down on a six-year loan for over $ 100, 000 and he

just walked out happy with his quote-unquote new car. I

was floored that he didn't seem to care and the

new dealer principal still expected me to sell him even

more products. A quick tip, finance offices and dealerships are

designed to take advantage of you. They don't care about

getting you the best rate. The silver lining was that

I finally realized I had been mentally exhausted from the

work environment and that I would lose my morals if

I stayed. I decided to start looking for another job.

I found a position at another private business and planned

to give my two weeks notice the following Monday. However,

I was bought out and let go without a reason

that Thursday, receiving a massive payout with another job already

lined up. Again, finance offices are designed to exploit you,

so pay attention to the numbers and remember that you're

paying interest on everything you add to your deal, which

is exactly what the finance manager wants. And if you

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