MIG
28th February 2005, 05:22
This kinda sums it up....
http://www.geocities.com/men_green_pakistan/worstjob.jpg
How about you - whats the worst job/chore that you have ever done ?
Heres a few ideas: ( keep a barf bag handy....)
Dirty Family Chores
Luckily my worst job was strictly a one-time only thing. My husband's cousin is mentally ill. After a road-rage incident where the cousin was beat up with a tire iron (the GOOD news was that they found a brain tumor when he was in the hospital - with no health insurance), the hospital social worker decided that the cousin couldn't return home unless his apartment was cleaned first. The sheets had not been changed in forever (don't want to think what the stains were). There were filthy clothes, scum I couldn't scrub off in the bathroom including strange hair stuck in when the guy is mostly bald (don't want to think where that came from either), enema bags hanging in the bathroom, bags of garbage. PLUS, I found child porn, two guns, and knives. Also, did I mention the pet birds with bird seed and bird cage which hadn't been cleaned, ever?
I had hired someone to help me and she told me that although she had once cleaned another mentally disturbed person's house (that guy drew on the walls with his own excrement), this was far worse. At one point we found what looked like a little girl's jacket - torn. It turned out that it was the cousin's own jacket. The cousin's psychiatrist says that the other good news is that the guy has agoraphobia and is afraid to leave his apartment (and rarely does).
While I was doing this job, my husband was taking our children to a baseball game as we wanted them nowhere near this place. My husband's family is tiny so even though this is a distant cousin, there isn't anyone else. I kept wondering how I was nominated Mother Theresa. I came home and virtually boiled my clothes (and myself). ICK - there are some real loonies out there.
Excrement Disposal
During the Gulf War, after we first got there, we did not have a latrine system set up. Well, we sort of did. We filled up barrels with human waste. We lower enlisted men would then have the pleasure of taking the barrels out down wind, pouring gasoline in them, and burning the excrement away. All the while stirring it with a metal pole. I can still smell it. Personally, I would have rather got shot at.
Farmhand
The worst job I ever had was Farmhand. Not only are you NOT paid wages (just a house trailer to stay in and a side of Beef or Pork once a year) the job makes you the one that does all the work no one else wants to do. Like during the summer of the drought, the whole trailer full of chickens died from the heat, and no one could get in to clean them out because of the +99 degree weather for weeks at a time. Guess who got to go in with a scoop shovel and clean out almost 100 dead chickens which were by then so overripe they were crawling away in little pieces--like chicken parts in a moving rice bed if you get the picture. Also have to dispose of calf afterbirths, chase loose livestock out of field corn about 9 feet high, water stock in any and all weather, and go out and prime the pump (and sometimes replace it) in below freezing temperatures in the winter. This is just the easy side. I don't think you want to hear about the tough stuff I also do, including demolishing old farm buildings by hand, with just sledgehammers, crowbars and other hand tools for your only implements of destruction, along with good common sense and manpower, (or in my case, womanpower).
http://www.geocities.com/men_green_pakistan/worstjob.jpg
How about you - whats the worst job/chore that you have ever done ?
Heres a few ideas: ( keep a barf bag handy....)
Dirty Family Chores
Luckily my worst job was strictly a one-time only thing. My husband's cousin is mentally ill. After a road-rage incident where the cousin was beat up with a tire iron (the GOOD news was that they found a brain tumor when he was in the hospital - with no health insurance), the hospital social worker decided that the cousin couldn't return home unless his apartment was cleaned first. The sheets had not been changed in forever (don't want to think what the stains were). There were filthy clothes, scum I couldn't scrub off in the bathroom including strange hair stuck in when the guy is mostly bald (don't want to think where that came from either), enema bags hanging in the bathroom, bags of garbage. PLUS, I found child porn, two guns, and knives. Also, did I mention the pet birds with bird seed and bird cage which hadn't been cleaned, ever?
I had hired someone to help me and she told me that although she had once cleaned another mentally disturbed person's house (that guy drew on the walls with his own excrement), this was far worse. At one point we found what looked like a little girl's jacket - torn. It turned out that it was the cousin's own jacket. The cousin's psychiatrist says that the other good news is that the guy has agoraphobia and is afraid to leave his apartment (and rarely does).
While I was doing this job, my husband was taking our children to a baseball game as we wanted them nowhere near this place. My husband's family is tiny so even though this is a distant cousin, there isn't anyone else. I kept wondering how I was nominated Mother Theresa. I came home and virtually boiled my clothes (and myself). ICK - there are some real loonies out there.
Excrement Disposal
During the Gulf War, after we first got there, we did not have a latrine system set up. Well, we sort of did. We filled up barrels with human waste. We lower enlisted men would then have the pleasure of taking the barrels out down wind, pouring gasoline in them, and burning the excrement away. All the while stirring it with a metal pole. I can still smell it. Personally, I would have rather got shot at.
Farmhand
The worst job I ever had was Farmhand. Not only are you NOT paid wages (just a house trailer to stay in and a side of Beef or Pork once a year) the job makes you the one that does all the work no one else wants to do. Like during the summer of the drought, the whole trailer full of chickens died from the heat, and no one could get in to clean them out because of the +99 degree weather for weeks at a time. Guess who got to go in with a scoop shovel and clean out almost 100 dead chickens which were by then so overripe they were crawling away in little pieces--like chicken parts in a moving rice bed if you get the picture. Also have to dispose of calf afterbirths, chase loose livestock out of field corn about 9 feet high, water stock in any and all weather, and go out and prime the pump (and sometimes replace it) in below freezing temperatures in the winter. This is just the easy side. I don't think you want to hear about the tough stuff I also do, including demolishing old farm buildings by hand, with just sledgehammers, crowbars and other hand tools for your only implements of destruction, along with good common sense and manpower, (or in my case, womanpower).