I've had two worst jobs, one paid and one volunteer. Both sucked, I'm guessing, because of my severe aversion to getting wet.
The volunteer job consisted of me being stuck in a back room of a clothing store steaming piles and piles of garments all day. From urine-smelling old men's pants to yellowed blouses, it all fell on me to do, even though the job description was for a shop assistant. It seemed the ladies didn't want to do any steaming themselves, and I'm not surprised considering I broke out in rashes all over my skin after a day's worth of steaming. A year later, I received a note from a new manager at the store, introducing herself, thanking me for my effort and inviting me to return to the store. I never replied.
The paid job was as a dish pig in a family restaurant. Lots of sink splashing, floating food waste, slimy, slippery floors, steamy, stinky and full of multi-tasking. Gloves were no help. Almost got locked in the freezer one time. Came home stinking to high heaven. On my second-last shift, it took me nearly an hour to dress for work, as I felt I was going to my own execution. On my last day, not a month into the job, I had a meltdown. Only time I've ever yelled at a boss. Considering it was over something stupid, I have to conclude I was just mega stressed from being wet and thirsty all day (ironically, I hate being thirsty as much as I hate getting wet).
Thankfully, my worst jobs were not the jobs where I was around the worst people I've ever worked with.
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"There once was a little molecule who dreamed of being part of the crest of a great wave..."
(From the story 'The Little Molecule' - Amazon Kindle, 2013)