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Did food delivery 'between jobs' then ended up keeping it as a part-time gig to 'supplement things'

One of those ones where the location and where you are and what area has something to do with it

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beejmi wrote: Did food delivery 'between jobs' then ended up keeping it as a part-time gig to 'supplement things'

One of those ones where the location and where you are and what area has something to do with it
Beej - your worst job was the one that you did to that ladder you fell off and almost killed yourself.

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In the Mid 80s the warehouse I worked at went tits up, and I got word that my girlfriends mothers stepdad needed someone to work as a screw machine operator at his tool and die company.[size=
]The whole job entailed feeding long metal rods into the machines and using a pitchfork to remove the metal shavings from the bottom, and make sure the machines didn't run out of oil.[size=
]Super boring, I sat on my ass for 20-30 minutes at a time, I was the only dude with 4 single women in their late 20s early 30s while they talked about what they do, and we weren't allowed any reading material or anything else because it might distract us from checking the machines.[size=
]It was pure Hell, and one would go home everyday covered head to toe in used oil.
Also, he paid under the table, cash, which was okay until he got caught and got shut down on account of it.
I was only 19, looking back on it now maybe if I played my cards right I would have had a chance to get laid by one or more of the single women, but I truly hated that job.

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Worked at a convenience store in college that sold gas and all the other crap but, also sold hot dogs 3/$1.00 that employees had to make. We worked by ourselves and people never wanted 3. They always wanted multiples of 3. I got so busy on a 4th of July after a fireworks display that people were stealing 12 packs of beer because I could do nothing about it. I locked the doors, called a manager, and quit on the spot as soon as he got there.

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My first job while still a senior in college, I got this "too good to be true" opportunity to run the entire HR division for an Internet start-up in Long Island City, which no doubt has been replaced by a high-rise by now.  I was 21 and the HR Director.  The company had like 20 employees, mostly in sales, and I would be responsible for doing absolutely everything as literally the only HR employee in the company and had the power to build my own team.  I also supervised the Marketing Director, another kid who was the only person in her division. 

My first week on the job I was drafting an employee manual, placing job ads, interviewing a few candidates already in the pipeline, etc.  I didn't know what I was doing and the company was a small, disorganized mess but there seemed to be some promise. 

Most of Week 2 was spent disciplining and/or firing salespeople who came in late, didn't come in at all, or spent all day surfing for porn online.  No one wants to be fired by a 21-year old and I got threatened with physical violence routinely.

By Week 3, the office manager told me that growth was unexpectedly slow and that we couldn't afford to hire any of the people I was recruiting.  Then he wanted me and the Marketing Director to become telemarketers to drum up business and dropped a list of hundreds of companies for us to call.

I started looking for a new job immediately, but from Weeks 4-8 I was basically a glorified telemarketer with a Director title.  I had to keep a log of my calls but only actually called 1/5 of the companies I claimed to.  I was embarrassed to even pick up the phone and sometimes would hang up if anyone answered and pretend that no one was there.  I would call fax numbers to make it look like I was making calls.  If I did speak to someone, I made no effort to make a sale.  Some of the real telemarketers who took this shit seriously wanted to give me tips and I told them not to bother because I had no desire to get good at this and would be gone soon.  Of course, I also surfed the Internet for about 6 hours a day.  I was just absolutely mortified to show up at work every day, and they made me work 8-6 with a 30 minute lunch break.  That is a long, long time to pretend to be making calls.

Side note: In the middle of all this, the Marketing Director got knocked up and wound up getting an abortion, and spent about 2 days crying at her desk all day.  You can't make this shit up.

On the plus side, there was a cute 19-year old Asian chick who went to Cooper Union who was a web designer there.  She would show up after classes and work half days and we hooked up about 5 times.  So it wasn't a total loss. 

I was there for 8 weeks total before landing at J.P. Morgan as a Campus Recruiter and really starting my career.  I was actually told to take that Director title off my resume because it looked so absurd at that stage of my career.   

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This was a job within a job. Some bouncer friends that I worked with for the Dr. Pepper Summer Festival shows on Pier 84 in Manhattan heard that the Garden State Art Center in New Jersey needed some extra skullcrushers for an upcoming Rossington-Collins Band show. We had just worked Rossington-Collins on the Pier and while that crowd was extra boozy, there really wasn't any more problems than out of the ordinary. The pay rate was excellent so six of us signed on. We all lived in the 5 boros so we all squeezed into one of the guys mini-van. It was about a 45 minute ride to Holmdel N.J. and it was ungodly hot that day. The closer we got to the venue, we were seeing what seemed to be an extraordinary number of New Jersey Highway Patrol piggies. When we finally got to the venue it was literally like Mad Max. This must have been some type of CIA drug experiment that went horribly wrong. There was fighting virtually EVERYWHERE. Young, old, rich, poor, male, female, black, white, even the Dalai Lama I think were involved in a Texas Death Match type brawl. We find our contact guy who promptly tells us that we would be going to six different spots. No way Chico, we all came from New York together and we were staying together. I can't remember for the life of me who the opener was but as we all settled into our positions, there was not one, not two, but three stabbings happening right in front of us. Before we did anything at all to get a medic in and clear the area, we had a quick team meeting, decided that the $200 each we were going to get wasn't worth being a crowd of stabby Gary Rossington fans, and lit our chicken asses back to the Big Apple. I have never seen a rowdier show before or since then.

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srossi wrote:

On the plus side, there was a cute 19-year old Asian chick who went to Cooper Union who was a web designer there.  She would show up after classes and work half days and we hooked up about 5 times.     
How big was the strapon she used on you?

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WongLee wrote: srossi wrote:

On the plus side, there was a cute 19-year old Asian chick who went to Cooper Union who was a web designer there.  She would show up after classes and work half days and we hooked up about 5 times.     
How big was the strapon she used on you?
See, this is why we need a "Like" button here...

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WongLee wrote: This was a job within a job. Some bouncer friends that I worked with for the Dr. Pepper Summer Festival shows on Pier 84 in Manhattan heard that the Garden State Art Center in New Jersey needed some extra skullcrushers for an upcoming Rossington-Collins Band show. We had just worked Rossington-Collins on the Pier and while that crowd was extra boozy, there really wasn't any more problems than out of the ordinary. The pay rate was excellent so six of us signed on. We all lived in the 5 boros so we all squeezed into one of the guys mini-van. It was about a 45 minute ride to Holmdel N.J. and it was ungodly hot that day. The closer we got to the venue, we were seeing what seemed to be an extraordinary number of New Jersey Highway Patrol piggies. When we finally got to the venue it was literally like Mad Max. This must have been some type of CIA drug experiment that went horribly wrong. There was fighting virtually EVERYWHERE. Young, old, rich, poor, male, female, black, white, even the Dalai Lama I think were involved in a Texas Death Match type brawl. We find our contact guy who promptly tells us that we would be going to six different spots. No way Chico, we all came from New York together and we were staying together. I can't remember for the life of me who the opener was but as we all settled into our positions, there was not one, not two, but three stabbings happening right in front of us. Before we did anything at all to get a medic in and clear the area, we had a quick team meeting, decided that the $200 each we were going to get wasn't worth being a crowd of stabby Gary Rossington fans, and lit our chicken asses back to the Big Apple. I have never seen a rowdier show before or since then.
This must be it:

https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/the-rossington-collins-band/1982/garden-state-arts-center-holmdel-nj-53e9e77d.html

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In my 20's, I quit after 4 weeks as a little league umpire. Worst. Job. Ever.

Runner-up was at "Web Design Company" in 1997. It was just like "Office Space", including the douche-bag boss who'd come by my cube with a coffee mug, say "how goes it", and would scold me for being 5 minutes late.

When they fired me, the douche-bag knew I was a big football fan and said: "hey, think of when Brett Favre was on the Miami Dolphins, early on, and it didn't work out for him. Now look at him!" I said sure, whatever... then, as I left, I corrected him that Favre was actually with the Falcons. Whoa! Way to stick it to The Man, E!

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I pumped gas for one week during the Summer of 1985. This was before self serve. I remember it being a hot Summer. The owner was an off the boat Serb. Don't know if any of you have ever been around Serbs, but they can be rather mean. My boss was a taskmaster. Between him, rude customers, long car lines, and rude customers, it was a rather crappy experience.



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