It was for a credit card that knowingly pre-approved people with horrible credit for unsecured credit cards. They'd get the card in the mail, not read the fine print and then go out and make charges. The fine print stated that once you made a charge on the account.....the company would tack on a bunch of bullshit fees. I'm talking statement fees, processing fees...just a bunch of bullshit. People would call in to cancel the card and find out that they were legally responsible for the fees the second that they used that card. Say you were approved for a $500 limit. Those people would go out and charge $450 to that card the second they got it. We added fees on and now they're over the limit. Well now you've got over the limit fees on top of the fees that we just added to your account. I've been called every name in the book and been threatened over the phone multiple times.

Can't imagine how those people got their bad credit.

Gotcha.

Life is too short to work a job you hate, at least as a career.

I have a Mike Rowe quote on my wall in my office, it says -

"What you do, who you are with, and how you feel about the world around you is completely up to you."

I was a food vendor there from 1982 to 1988. That was a great job. I suppose you novelty vendors must have had a tougher product to sell. Of the three vendor types, beer makes the most, then food vendors (which included cokes, peanuts, hot dogs, etc.), then the novelty vendors (cotton candy, sno cones, etc.).

Tying shoe tags on an assembly-line. Booooooring! Worst job ever.
May have already posted this in here, but this thread is old. So I don't remember.

Waitressing was more fun even.

People who are bad with their money have the same pattern of behavior. During the holidays you can't get shit out of them. They stay just delinquent enough to not get their vehicles repoed and then right around tax time they bring everything current on their payments. Professional debtors have all the angles figured out.

haha that is awesome. I want to get into that industry. That is genius.

Assembly line work at Owens-Corning Fiberglas one summer while in college. It was in Fairfax (KCK for you non-locals) so in addition to the heat, the humidity from the river made you sweat even more. That made the fiberglass stick to you even more. On top of that, it was swing shift work so your sleep clock was trashed. Good money but I was sure I finished college.

The worst job I ever had was also the best

Deployments to horrible places and missing my kids being born and growing up..tons of nights freezing and wet..shit pay for risking life and limb..watching friends who are like brothers die in combat or they get home and can't adjust them end up isolating themselves and unfortunately some end up killing them selves

Looking back there was a shit load of horrible times but the good times and relationships I made from it far outweigh the bad

I ran a roll former making metal panels for car ports. Warehouse had no heat or no A/C. 120 degrees plus in the Summer and 30 degrees or less in the Winter. But, I had been out of work for 5 months prior. Savings gone. Unemployment not covering the bills. My wife and kids had to eat. A man does was a man has to do. The job sucked and I cut the **** outta myself more than once, but it go us through.

I have pity depending on circumstance as I grew up dirt poor raised by a single mother and two siblings

That's so true. Unfortunately I have a loved one who is too mentally beat up despite therapy - to over come their situation and it's heartbreaking

I worked at EFD trucking company. We called it Every ****ing Day. The load limit per package was 100 lbs and I weighed 125. Lotta car parts and bulky stuff. Took me 3 tries to pass the physical before they would take me.

1st day on the job, I sliced my hand open on car fender. 3rd day on the job, I dropped an axle on my toe and to this day, my toenail won't grow right.

100+ degrees in summer and cold ass cold in the winter.

But it turned out to be a blessing. Showed me how to work my ass off. I learned all the zip codes in the US to move up to the sort aisle and make couple cents more per hour.

I had a few jobs that sucked but I would have to say the worst one was a one night job. It was back in 79 or 80 and I was a Junior in high school. Back in the day there used to be these traveling carnivals in the summer that would set up shop in some mall parking lot for the weeknd and a buddy of mine talked me into taking a job of helping the carneys break down the rides with promises of $20 dollars a hour, which back then was serious coin for 17 year old. So I agree and after I get off my part-time job I had in high school we head over to the carnival that was getting ready to move on to the next town and break down the rides. Well we get the bumper cars. Dirty, heavy, hotter than hell and just really hard work disassembling the ride and packing it up on the hauler. We started a 11:00 pm and didn't get done until around 2:00 am. As we were doing the break down I was thinking that this shit isn't even worth $20 dollars an hour we were told we would get, probably more like $50 an hour. So anyway the time came to cash in and get paid. The head guy called us over and handed me a $20 dollar bill. WTF, I said we should be getting $60 and he just laughed and told us we should have had the thing done in a hour. I bitched back a bit but then a bunch of carney's, rough looking dudes kind of circled me and my friend and the head dude told us to get lost or else. **** that shit, I wasn't about to mess with that group of shady characters! We left, worn the **** out with our measly 20 bucks.

I'm glad someone bumped the thread just for this sentence.