Worst job you ever had was what?

[MorganGrayson]

Ah...cotton candy.

That reminded me of another horrible job I had. I worked the snack counter at Targets in Louisville, KY, in the early '70's. One of the many reasons I got fired: rich white bitch tried pushing ahead to get her obviously much needed snack food. She nearly trampled a small black child to do it. I may have snarled at her, I'm not sure, but I said "I'm sorry, but he was here before you." (You would have had to live during the "honk if you're against school integration" times to fully appreciate this. The KKK actually had a march up a street by where I lived.) The small black child looked at me with huge eyes, part admiration and gratitude, part "oh, white lady, you are going to so pay for this somehow." (Very small children shouldn't have that good a grasp on reality. They really shouldn't.) Anyhoo, a complaint was lodged by the rich white bitch that I was rude.

True. I was rude. Trample a small black child because you think they belong at the back of the bus, so-to-speak, and I'm going to be rude. Count on it.

[canadian4life]

My worst job was working for a general labour job cleaning houses all day and day...

[jscott]

my worst job ever was when i was 13 or 14yrs old i detasselled corn in the fields of Iowa, i only did it for 2 days before i quit

[DonMike]

Originally Posted by MorganGrayson

Ah...cotton candy.

That reminded me of another horrible job I had. I worked the snack counter at Targets in Louisville, KY, in the early '70's. One of the many reasons I got fired: rich white bitch tried pushing ahead to get her obviously much needed snack food. She nearly trampled a small black child to do it. I may have snarled at her, I'm not sure, but I said "I'm sorry, but he was here before you." (You would have had to live during the "honk if you're against school integration" times to fully appreciate this. The KKK actually had a march up a street by where I lived.) The small black child looked at me with huge eyes, part admiration and gratitude, part "oh, white lady, you are going to so pay for this somehow." (Very small children shouldn't have that good a grasp on reality. They really shouldn't.) Anyhoo, a complaint was lodged by the rich white bitch that I was rude.

True. I was rude. Trample a small black child because you think they belong at the back of the bus, so-to-speak, and I'm going to be rude. Count on it.

You know, you give me more and more reasons to adore you every day. How brave of you. I would have done the same thing.