The Worst Job I Ever Had
I was listening again to an old LP in my collection, Derek and Clive, Peter Cooke and Dudley Moore on this exact theme.
So on the lines of pastorDan's 'What's my F-ing Problem', I open this thread to 'The Worst Job I Ever Had'.
(link to site with MP3 files of the Pete & Dud classic)
My story below the fold...
Mine was not picking lobsters off Jayne Mansfield's bum, nor picking up Winston Churchill's bogies, it was laying drainage pipes on farms.
I'm not a physical person. Sport and physical exercise, other than walking, are anathema to me. So as student at university I tried to get vacation jobs in factories or offices, but my parents had just moved to a rural area and the only jobs for students were all manual labour.
The only one I could find was working for a contractor laying field drains on farms. Standing on the back of this strange machine with a stack of pottery pipes beside me, stuff them down this slot and jump and down on them to keep them compressed. Then there was offloading five thousand pipes by hand from the delivery track to the trailers we used, my arms ached all night after the first time I had to do this.
Steve, the boss, summed up his opinion of me one day when I was trying to clear some brush that was in our way with a machete, "God 'elp us, you'd 'ave been no bloody use in Malaya" (he'd done his service in the Army in the 50's in that country).
I was so thankful when after three weeks I was able to get a job on a farm during harvest driving a tractor.
OK folks, what was your worst job?