What was your crappiest job? | Mmmm, bad memories...

Um, I picked blueberries for one day: got a sore back, a ruined pair of shoes, and a sunburn for my troubles.  Wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that I only got paid $20 for a full days work.

Being that I've only held one "real" job previous to my current one, I'd have to say that the recycling depot wins by default.  As a non-union student on a government program, I got shunted around from job to job depending on wherever my alcoholic supervisor figured he could use me to pick up his slack.  From all of the various jobs that I did at the depot, the worse one would have to be baling milk jugs.  Throwing empty milk jugs into a big metal machine that compresses them by the thousands into massive rectangular blocks.  Nothing difficult about it, and it wouldn't have been half bad if it wasn't for the smell.  Imagine a few hundred milk jugs with milky residue being left in the summer sun for a few days.  Then imagine what the machine which squishes the things together must smell like.  Once, I found a jug full of some unknown liquid in the bin.  Rather than just chucking the thing in the garbage, I decided to do "the right thing" and empty it out and bale it.  Big mistake.  The guy I was working with had his face closer to the jug when I removed the lid, and he nearly passed out.  He staggered back, throwing his hands in front of his face to block the stench, which resulted in him knocking the jug from my hands and spraying the contents all over the place.  We later guessed that the thing was full of fermented urine.

I could regale you with "tales from the depot" for years to come, but I don't think I'd relish the task of reliving those memories any more than you'd enjoy reading them, so I'm gonna shut up now.