What Job Would You Not Want To Do

[lankeela]

at any price? Ironing for one, and valeting cars for another. I did have a job at Centre Parcs changing beds which I hated doing, as some of those chalets have eight beds in them and I hate changing duvet covers (not tall enough to shake them down!). I did work in a mushroom factory and that was pretty grotty - dark and dank and hard work up and down ladders to get to the higher levels. Egg packing, where the eggs rolled off the end of the conveyor belt and fell on the floor, to be stood in all day then scraped up and put in a spinner to be made into cake mix! I've done my share of grotty jobs trying to earn a crust when times were hard.

[dannyk13]

Sewage worker.

[david small]

Bottom wiper in a hospital or care home. I’d rather be in Philadelphia.

[sandyRoe]

I worked one summer in a sewage works.
There were underground 'settlement tanks' that would be drained and then the contents dug out.
I know now it could have been dangerous, pockets of gas, but then it was the stench that got to me.

[Togo]

I was down a coal mine before my 17 birthday. It wasn't long before I was thinking, I do not want to do this for the rest of my life. So I didn't.

[tiggerblue10]

I admire anyone who works in a children's hospice. I could never do it.

[burlyshirley]

RSPCA Inspector. I wanted to do this once, but I now realise all the abuse and neglect meted out to innocent animals would have driven me insane, plus to qualify back then, you had to visit a slaughterhouse and kill an animal. This was in case a lorry full of livestock was in an accident on the motorway and animals were hurt and had to be put down.

[davebro]

A middle manager - I would hate having to do annual reports on my staff.

[tiggerblue10]

I used to write mid and end of year reports for staff. Not very pleasant if you had one staff member that was particularly difficult as I did once.

[EdmundD]

Had a summer job in the 1960s in a Cadbury's Marvel factory. 8 hour shifts. I remember two jobs there:

Two of you emptied sacks of the powdered milk into the hopper so that it could be dispensed into the tins on the production line. The number of sacks per hour was set by the shift foreman and usually meant it was non-stop.(I won't go into what else went into the hopper if there was a disgruntled worker doing it).

The tins used to come onto the production line upside down with the lid on. The powdered milk was fed into the tin, a machine pressed the bottom of the tin on and then you turned the tins the right way up so that it could go onto the pallet and be loaded onto a truck for delivery. You had to keep up with the speed the tins were coming through.

3 categories of powdered milk:
Fine powder that went into Cadbury's own brand tins.
Medium powder that went into other retailer's tins e.g. Co-op
Coarse grain powder that went into Army rations or for sale to farmers for pig swill.

Useful experience as it defined what I never wanted to do again.

[Barsel]

Worse job I ever had was in a care home.
I realised it wasn't for me when I was asked to wipe an elderly gentleman's bottom.
Made my excuses and left, never to return.