What was your worst job as a teenager?

Question

Which job did you do on a Saturday you remember the least fondly? Which one did you fail miserably at? How poorly were you paid?
We all had to do them, so share your stories!

Answer 1

To escape an abusive home environment, at 16 I joined the UK Royal Navy (big mistake!). In the Navy I was constantly bullied for being timid & quite. In particular, there was a superior Officer who bullied me big time. I had no one to turn to or talk to. To cut the story short I made my first independent trip to London whilst on weekend leave. A gay relationship developed between myself & someone in very high authority at the Russian Embassy. We met regularly when I was on leave & he particularly loved to see me in my uniform. In REVENGE for the bullying by the Officer I've mentioned, the Russian Embassy Official also gave me lots of cash for my diclosing & handing over details in particular about my training in Nuclear, Biological & Chemical Defence Warfare Training. Well, one day back on the Naval training base, I got searched & the Military Police found written coded information in my inside pocket. They couldn't crack the codes, had no idea who my Russian contact was, & they couldn't crack me even though they confined me to a prison cell for 3 days & nights with no clothes, no bed, no daylight, no food & only the odd glass of water. Both the Military Police & the highest Commanding Officers just could not believe a 17 year old Sailor was involved in some serious espionage & treason. They were all so shocked that they decided to keep it quite & discretely discharged me from Military Service. I still kept in touch for quite a while with my contact at the Russian Embassy here in London. Eventually our lives went in different directions. I am 41 now but I will never forget him.

Answer 2

Worked in Burger King. I hated this Summer job so much, cleaning tables after pigs, and the worst part was I was responsible for the toilets (What an honour, and yes, I'm being sarcastic). After closing I had the whole first floor to clean, I was fast doing it and it was well done, but the other people were so slow, and I soon learned that there was no point in doing a good quick clean-up as it didn't meaning getting home earlier, I was obliged to help the slower employees. My manage was a complete b....(yahoo won't accept the word I wish to use to express a nasty woman), always shouting, she detested me. There was a party one night for the employees, where my manager said I was racist, not true at all, so instead of humiliating myself and doing karaoke, I took the microphone and made an improvised speak to emphasize that I was not was racist despite my manager's accusations, that I had coloured and gay friends and I was very open minded. It gave me some satisfaction seeing her go red, afterwards she hated me more, but I didn't care it wasn't a job for life for me. I hated the fact that they always put me on the weekend shift, my granny died and I had a weekend off work, after that I decided to kill off other family members, just as a valid reason to have a free weekend. It was so exaggerated on my behalf, but they were stupid enough to swollow my story, so the more I got away with it, the more I took advantage. It didn't make a difference to my family members as they were already dead, so I'm sure dying again was ok for them. I went to another city, they were looking for cashiers, so I lied again saying that I had been a cashier in my original city, so they gave me a job immediately. My first night on the job and I didn't know how to use the cash register, so I told them that the previous one was totally different, and they believed that. The atmosphere here was better, but same crap with managers in a dead end job, who treat students with no respect. For the break we were fed, I always had a chicken royale, but you were not allowed to have cheese in your food, unless you paid for the cheese. What rubbish, a stupid slice of cheese, that adds the taste, so what I did was fold the cheese in half and smuggle it into the chicken royale. The manager used to open the paper to inpect was there cheese sticking out or not, but my method was undetected. Best memory, a guy came in with his girlfriend one night and had a strange hole on his forehead. I was always very chatty and nice with the customers, so logically I asked him what had happened. He had someone walk up to him in the disco and put a cigarette out on his forehead. I couldn't stop laughing at the way he had explained his story, so both of them got free food from me. Ok, say I'm a cheat, a thief and a liar if you want, perhaps it is true, in any case it was all so long ago, but I can justify myself by saying that without a company showing their employees respect, what else can be expected. So, even if it is a student job, don't students deserve being treated like humans. Respect doesn't cost a thing.

Answer 3

I had my first paid job(apart from babysitting)at 19. That was as a party organiser at McDs. The parties were rubbish anyway, I got paid minimum wage I think, whatever that was. I ended up trying yo be supervisor after only a few weeks because everyone else left so I was trying to organise these parties with useless people above me and also having to train other people even though I hardly knew the job myself. I think I was only there for about 2 months.

Answer 4

Ha!, which one? I had a job at 15 digging out an old septic tank (that would be the contents of the tank). I worked cutting brush for firebreaks for the forest service during the summer...that sucked. My senior year of high school I had a job washing dishes at Denny's. The mgr was this older lady who took more than a professional liking to me. I quit when she pinched my butt and offered to take me home, all that for $2.50 hr (min wage back then)

Answer 5

Worked at a Dairy Queen, the owner was disgusting, he would take the ice cream that dripped from the spigot and attracted bugs, then filter it and put it back in the machine.

He would also hit on all the young girls.

And every night, there was a woman, who would come with her french poodle, she would order a small cone. She took a lick, the dog took a lick and then repeat until gone.

It was minimum wage.

Answer 6

When I was 15 I worked in a dress shop. There was just me and the owner of the shop, and every day he would ask me to go upstairs with him. He was in his 50s and looked it, with red eyes, a horrible pervy guy.

i stayed until the end of the school holidays - I needed the money. Couldn't tell my mom (she was very straight)

I made up an excuse that I had a boyfriend and managed to avoid his advances.

I think he just got off on asking me.

I do think there are a lot of pervy guys in the world and Moms of young girls need to keep a close eye on them and communicate well. It was a horrible experience, but I escaped intact!!

Answer 7

My senior year of high school I worked all summer as a youth
worker for the small town I lived in,I mowed grass,painted,swept the main street with a push broom,and since I only lived about 2 miles out of town I rode my bike,and everyday this stupid b####
would forch me off the road. The town cop gave hera fine, that was the best part of the whole thing

Answer 8

I dug graves by hand. Got paid $90 to open and $90 to close. Mostly, I earned every cent, but infant graves were much smaller, and paid the same. My "big score" happened when a grotesquely obese man died and his over-sized casket required a grave that extended a few inches beyond the usual grave plot. I got paid $180 to open and $180 to close.

Answer 9

haha. i was 16 and saving my money for college. i got a job working in a warehouse where only the owner spoke english. the other workers shun me and at least once i cried. i wasnt happy for the first time in my life. i got paid 25 pound s a day and the owner use to take advantage of me making me work longer hours without paying me for them. well i saved well and ive now passed college. it was sad then but it helped me grow. i never have regrets i just learn and move on

Answer 10

I worked for a florist, run by two bitchy old ladies who wanted everything SPOTLESS all the time. I wasn't allowed to handle SCISSORS without supervision there! Finally I told them I was developing an allergy to one of the flowers and moved on with life...