What's the worst job you've ever had?

WARNING! THREAT TO CONTENTED COMSUMPTION AHEAD!! (if your eating as you read this you may wish to reconsider..)

For part of one summer I worked at what was then Canterbury Park (horse race track). Now before you think, oh you just had to clean up some ahm, animal 'by-product'; think again and continue reading:

I worked in the department name Plant Management (sounds like you go around cutting the grass or something). What the department was primarily responsible for was taking care of the grandstand, including: cleaning approximately 300 toilets stalls & sinks each day (men are generally gross, but women when the are bad, win the gross-out prize) vacuuming popcorn off the carpeted tiers in the club house, washing windows, windows, and more windows; and detrashing/vacuuming the offices...wo what would be so bad about that? Well that was the 'entry level' duties. I got got PROMOTED! Yep! the next position constitutes the 'worst-job I've ever had!':

I was trusted/allowed to work with one other person to daily cleaning of....the jockeys' "lounge". Basically a glorified locker room where they are required stay before and between races. Male or female...jockeys are pigs! I would have perferred to muck out the stables. The common room was always in shambles each morning. Clothes everywhere, pop/candy/foodwrappers everywhere, dirt/dust and mud tracks, etc. But what really took the perverbial cake was the the bathroom stalls in the jockey lounge, or more specically one particular stall in the boy's side (although there is one similar on the gal's side, there are by far fewer gals). This particular stall had written on the front of it in black marker "flipping only".

One of the devices jockey's employ to keep from gaining weight-especially if they happen to like eating/the taste of food-is to eat a meal, and then after some unspecified time, the 'flip it' back up. Meaning they throw the food back up, so it doesn't stick around to get fully digested. They are not neat about it. And it appeared most of the matter never reached the intended target of the toilet--instead landing on the floor, walls, etc. This was my PROMOTION. To clean the bathrooms in the Jockey Lounge. At minimum wage, no less.

I used to have a job where I had to dress up as a teddy-bear and give out leaflets to strangers - one of my friends found out and the next day they were all there cheering me on. I was mortified!

I worked two hours as a hotel maid in Reno, Nevada. Couldn't take it, the way people left the rooms were horrible. Made me sick, really sick. Come to think of it I never got paid for my two hours!

I worked in a bar in Newcastle one summer - I spent most of the time stopping fights and mopping up vomit - it was awful!

listen big guy u dont need to be cheeting like that i cant believe u told that women to go to geocities. u oght to be a shamed of ur self.