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Topic: Jobs that scare you
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Michelle
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posted 31 July 2004 09:28 AM
We were just talking in another thread about jobs that we would hate to do. I was comparing the relative suckitude of a call centre job vs. retail, and I felt that a call centre sucks more.Then, I thought, being a food server probably sucks even worse than either of the other two. I've always had a phobia about being a server - it's one low-wage job that I've never done. There's a small tavern/restaurant on the corner that occasionally has a part-time help-wanted sign in the window. I like the place when I've gone there to eat (not very often), and I've often thought I should pick up a part-time job a few hours a week, to help pay my student loans back. I've also heard that with tips it can be a relatively decent job, as low-paying jobs go. But I'm too scared to try to get a job as a server. I'm afraid I'd screw up orders, I'd be bad at it, I would drop stuff, etc. I've always heard about what a difficult job it is, and I've never been able to overcome that fear. Anyhow, so it got me thinking - are there any jobs that others here fear and couldn't imagine themselves doing well? I know people who are terrified of call centres, but that one doesn't bug me much.
From: I've got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell. | Registered: May 2001
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Hinterland
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posted 31 July 2004 10:31 AM
I'm pretty much willing and able to do anything, and I've had a lot different jobs...paperboy, McSlave, painter, man Friday, server, baker, tour guide/host, order desk clerk, library assistant, research assistant, librarian and systems administrator. It's never been so much the work as the clientèle, the co-workers and the management. Those are the factors that determine whether a job sucks or not for me.I quit the job as an order desk clerk due solely to the fact that I couldn't handle how the co-workers treated each other. The whole place was miserable, and the management was disrespectful and authoritarian. The customers actually weren't bad at all. I desperately needed the money at the time, but the soul-destroying environment was not worth it. Best decision I ever made. Cold-calling anyone is probably the job I'm least suited to do. During a fundraising campaign at a library I worked at once, the staff were being asked to call up people and chat with them about our services. I declined to do it. (...it was a great work environment, very flexible - I traded off a responsibility someone else didn't want).
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steffie
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posted 31 July 2004 09:34 PM
quote: Originally posted by Gir Draxon: The only job that would scare me at all really is driving around a gasoline truck. If some dumbfuck isn't paying attention and hits you with enough force....
You probably wouldn't have much time to consider this, as you'd be... well, ash. Jobs that scare me are those like the ones Melsky describes. More responsibility and less support is, to me, like a vice grip of an employer tightening on the employee. I'm frequently offered opportunities to do more in my company, and I've had to say "no" after I had said "yes", because I wasn't able to maintain it. Of course being paid a pittance scares me very nearly to death. Pay more, and I'll do more, I say.
From: What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow / Out of this stony rubbish? | Registered: Mar 2003
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Hephaestion
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posted 01 August 2004 12:55 AM
This kinda job would scare the crap outta me! (they're at work fixing an antenna on top of the Empire State Bldg.) Yikes!!
[ 01 August 2004: Message edited by: Hephaestion ]
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beluga2
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posted 01 August 2004 04:16 AM
Aggh! I can't even look at that picture without my head spinning!I have no problem with heights as long as there's something solid underneath me. Looking down from planes & tall buildings doesn't bother me. But perched up there, on the tippy-tip of a skinny metal needle? I. Would. Just. Die. You could offer me $10,000 an hour, but I'd have to say no freakin' way. PS: I guess an even worse job would be the person who took that photo. [ 01 August 2004: Message edited by: beluga2 ]
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N.Beltov
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posted 01 August 2004 10:55 AM
One of the scariest jobs I had was working as a Tree Topper for a "gypo" firm on Vancouver Island. I didn't have much experience as a faller...so I started out as a "ground man". We worked in crews of two...and the tree topper would climb up, usually about 60 feet or so, with a rope attached to his waist. When he got to the spot on the tree where he was going to make his cut, I would send up the chainsaw by the rope. The fun part came when the topper had done his under cut and was ready to finish the job...the guy I worked with had this annoying habit of sending the top half of the tree right at me, from 60 feet up...Needless to say, I would be scared shitless when this 40 foot (or larger) chunk of a tree came flying towards me from 60 feet off the ground. WHAM! The ground would shake like it was an earthquake. The tree topper would take the big belt off and climb up, using only his spurs, to stand on the top of the still swaying tree. It was the macho thing to unzip your pants and urinate, without a belt, from the flat top of the tree. That scared the beejeezuz out of me just watching it! Some months later I got a job offer, at twice the pay, in a sawmill on Lake Cowichan. But I will never forget that summer I worked with that crazy faller from Quebec and learned the most dangerous job of my life. I was 19.
From: Vancouver Island | Registered: May 2003
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Hephaestion
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posted 01 August 2004 11:27 AM
quote:
It was the macho thing to unzip your pants and urinate, without a belt, from the flat top of the tree.
Hmmmm... "without a belt"... belt off... Beltov...
Are you SURE you never tried this, N? ~~~~~~~~ Edited to add: And if you think *that* was bad, N, you should'a tried what they were doing around Kelowna last summer in a last-ditch attempt to control the forest fires— cutting down the trees that were already burning!!! A buddy who was doing it told me that sometimes the top of the tree he was working on would literally explode in a shower of flaming branches and he'd have to run, hell-bent-for leather, to try and get out of the way before it hit the ground. **SHUDDER** I couldn't do that. Neither could my buddy, for long, as he wasn't a professional firefighter. He just couldn't handle the stress... [ 01 August 2004: Message edited by: Hephaestion ]
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N.Beltov
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posted 01 August 2004 11:34 AM
quote: Originally posted by skdadl: The earth really does move, doesn't it, N.Beltov?
Yup. Here's some terminology from Timber Talk: as heard in the woods of B.C. , Joanne Dheilly, Waterwheel Press, 1985. Barber Chair: A tree being felled that splits up the middle for 20 or 30 feet and falls unpredictably, often injuring the faller; In The Bight: In danger of being hit by a cable (line) with a curve in it. Jackpot: a) A hazardous situation - haphazardly felled trees - unstable logs b) A pile of crisscrossed watered logs. Widow Maker: a) A loose limb, chuck, or split snag waiting to fall on a logger, killing him. b) A tree or snag that is dangerous to fall. quote: By many measures, logging is the most dangerous occupation in the United States.
US Dept of Labour OSHA [ 01 August 2004: Message edited by: N.Beltov ]
From: Vancouver Island | Registered: May 2003
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N.Beltov
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posted 01 August 2004 11:50 AM
quote: Originally posted by Heph: Hmmmm... "without a belt"... belt off... Beltov...Are you SURE you never tried this, N?
Damn. I've been found out. Just don't call me a ...lumberjack. I might start wearing...high heels, suspenders and a bra...
quote: I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day.Chorus: He's a lumberjack and he's okay, He sleeps all night and he works all day. I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatory. On Wednesdays I go shopping And have buttered scones for tea. Mounties: He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch, He goes to the lavatory. On Wednesdays he goes shopping And has buttered scones for tea. Chorus: He's a lumberjack and he's okay, He sleeps all night and he works all day. I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing, And hang around in bars. Mounties: He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps, He likes to press wild flowers. He puts on women's clothing, And hangs around in bars. Chorus: He's a lumberjack and he's okay, He sleeps all night and he works all day. I cut down trees, I wear high heels, Suspendies and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, Just like my dear pappa. Mounties: He cuts down trees, he wears high heels? Suspendies...and a bra? ...he's a lumberjack and he's okay, He sleeps all night and he works all day. ...he's a lumberjack and he's OKAAAAAAAAAAYYY. He sleeps all night and he works all day.
Monty Python lyrics
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BlueGreen
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posted 03 August 2004 12:33 PM
I can think of many nightmare jobs. Two that I've had are:1. Customer service accepting and evaluating passport applications. There's a high quota to be maintained, so you have to be able to get rid of people nicely. I _refused_ to give poor customer service (plus I'm a slow typer), so I insisted on properly answering questions and addressing issues that I perceived in their application. In short, I actually properly advised people. I saw too many peole coming back with their application for the nth time who still had no idea what they were doing, and no understanding of why they were having problems. My workmates did the minimum in this regard. They didn't have any choice - I could never make quota, they did. When I quit I was a nervous wreck. 2. Between jobs working as a temp I ended up one _very_ hot summer day in 1996 working on an exposed loading dock loading 40 lb bundles of telephone books onto skids. The books came down the line shrink-wrapped, one bundle every two seconds. There were two of us so I had four seconds to grab a bundle, and manipulate it into place onto a skid, quickly pilling them up to a seven foot height (That last row was tough!). The full skid would be removed, and then we'd scamble to catch up. No water, no breaks, and we weren't allowed to skip off to the washroom. We got one 1/2 hour unpaid lunch. When I went home, my jeans were stiff with body salt. I had lost something like five pounds, and that was after loading up on immense amounts of fluid during lunch. I never once took a leak that day - I sweated everything out. Each of us handled 50 tons that day. I was paid $6.85/hour. That's one buck/ton. The next day, same job. But the bindery guys further up the line had had enough, and kept deliberately busting the line. The company was QuebeCor, the plant was in Richmond Hill. In 1999 while Mike Harris was running for re-election, he visited a QuebeCor plant in Etobicoke and gave some prideful speech about having created jobs there. I nearly blew my top.
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steffie
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posted 21 August 2004 07:19 PM
quote: Hmmmm... "without a belt"... belt off... Beltov...Are you SURE you never tried this, N?
I think it's pretty obvious that the "N" stands for "Never had my". Right, NB? I'd like to know what happens if that high-pissing lumberjack gets blown off the top of the tree. He'd surely die or be critically injured, and his rescuers would find him in a crumpled heap, pants down and holding his wang. Tsk. Tsk. The humility.
From: What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow / Out of this stony rubbish? | Registered: Mar 2003
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N.Beltov
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posted 21 August 2004 08:56 PM
quote: steffie:I think it's pretty obvious that the "N" stands for "Never had my".
Sad but true. Call me BWAGA. quote: I'd like to know what happens if that high-pissing lumberjack gets blown off the top of the tree.
That guy was "wound up" as the saying goes. He was paranoid and thought people were out to get him. He used to, e.g., sharpen his (climbing) spurs incessantly. But he was a great and confident climber...and I hope and expect that he is still out there, somewhere, falling trees and making good coin. One day, when we finally have a working class government in Canada, the lives and stories of Canadian working people like the tree topper whose name I've forgotten will be known and honoured far and wide...and rich bastards that don't do a stick of real work will be justly ignored. Maybe the faller went back to Quebec and became a log driver? The Log Drivers' Waltz
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James
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posted 21 August 2004 09:50 PM
I haven't checked the stats in awhile, but the last time I did, farming was still the most dangerous occupation in the country. I would have thought that those numbers would have improved, what with all the newer equipment having roll-over protection and such now.I have worked a number of hazardous jobs in my life, including construction that included some falls, a broken back; dislocated shoulder, etc., but thinking back, none were near as hazardous as working on the family farm while growing up. It is amazing that any of us survived, actually. And for all the heavy farm equipment, hand-grabbing cornpickers, etc. I recall that the part I found most scary was working around nursing soews. ( big mother pigs protecting their babies, for the ag illiterate)
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James
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posted 21 August 2004 10:57 PM
Furthest north I ever worked was McMurray; and I have to agree that the "lights" and the, well, just the 'feeling of the North" made it all worth while.At the same time, I recall a January 2:00 A.M., making my way back in a decrepit, quickly dying old Murc. station wagon; and being quite certain that it would not make it; and that I would be freezing to death. No cell phones in those days. A roadside radio-satellite phone about every 25 miles, that more often than not didn't work. I don't think I've ever seen a more welcome sight than the lights of the town as I sputtered to the edge of the valley ( from where I knew I could coast).
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Tommy_Paine
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posted 22 August 2004 08:59 AM
I'm not bad with hieghts, but there's something about the way window washers hang off a sheer surface that gives me the willies.I had a large window replaced on my porch, and the guy who did the work told me those window washers get "real good money" I was thinking maybe thirty bucks an hour when he said that, but in fact it was half that. I wouldn't do it for thirty, let alone fifteen.
While I have carefull respect for power tools and other machinery, I don't fear them and that kind of work doesn't bother me. Nor does working with propane or other flamable materials. You just have to follow the rules and understand the properties of what you are working with. Sales is a job I could never do. I'm just no good at it.
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thwap
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posted 22 August 2004 02:20 PM
Cougyr,So what happened with the gun story? (I'm afraid of good jobs that i don't want to lose.)
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Mr. Magoo
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posted 23 August 2004 02:03 PM
They freeze it in liquid nitrogen and ship it around the world, so that some farmer in, say, Japan can inseminate a cow with 'the good stuff'.I saw the same clip, BTW, and it's not only a little frame that's built to look like the back end of a cow, it's motorized (because I suppose a real cow doesn't just stand there). So in order to earn his pay, buddy has to steer this contraption with his feet, while facing backwards, and meanwhile a huge steer is getting all randy and jumping on top of the cow-ass-vehicle trying ot mount, so buddy has 18" of bull pecker trying to take his eye out, and he has to get a big plastic sleeve over it to try and collect the cup and a half of payoff. Ya, I think I'd rather play piano in a whorehouse, thank you very much.
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Mr. Magoo
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posted 23 August 2004 02:15 PM
Well, I suppose it's the same sort of thing as who decides that a certain breed of dog at a dog show must have certain characteristics. Same with hogs, chickens, roosters, etc. It's all just a big popularity contest.
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Mr. Magoo
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posted 23 August 2004 02:46 PM
I dunno. Would you like to be the supervisor who tells the poor sap in the cow's ass "Oh, and while you're steering backwards with your feet, dodging a pecker the size of your arm, and trying to collect the money shot, couldja moo a little? Maybe a sexy moo?"
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Mr. Magoo
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posted 23 August 2004 03:00 PM
As I recall, the sight of the 'ass' is enough. Which is why this thing lacks any kind of head or front end whatsoever. The bulls don't seem to mind that the cow has been cut in half, so long as they don't get the half that eats, if you know what I mean.
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Mr. Magoo
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posted 23 August 2004 03:23 PM
In fairness, we humans have the most advanced brains on the planet, but we're still fooled by implants, wigs, corsets, etc. Should we know that real breasts can't defy gravity? We do, but many ignore that so as not to spoil the moment. Sidebar: a coworker of mine and I once went to a "naughty novelty" type store on Yonge Street so she could return some silly game she'd been given. While she was dealing with the returns process, I wandered the store and found the human equivalent of the cowmobile. It was basically a full size, heavy, latex ass. It stopped at the waist on top, and had about 3" of thigh on the bottom. Naturally everything in between was in startling detail. Presumably, if you're an ass man, the lack of a body or legs is inconsequential. The thing was about $400 too, so it's definitely meant to be used, not dressed up at a bachelor party or given away by secret Santa. Somewhere there exists someone who, even as we speak, is thinking about tonight's dream date with the disembodied ass. Yoinks!
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VoiceofTreason
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posted 24 August 2004 01:58 PM
Back to cow semen...I work in an ad agency (until Friday) and i get to book agricultural pubs. First day on the job I get a magazine in an envelope with "Blonde Connection" printed on it. I'm thinking - woo hoo free porn! Ummm....no. Blonde Connection is a breeders mag for the Blonde variety of cattle. i.e. pictures of bulls and their genetic heritage plus offers to mail testubes of the "good stuff" for a sufficiently high fee. Think i'm kidding? Look it up mate.
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britchestoobig
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posted 31 August 2004 02:37 PM
I remember a few years ago, I was at Blockbusters with a friend of mine (who I have now distanced myself from). He was renting, and when we go up to the cash the employee tells him that the computer showed that he has an outstanding late charge for another movie.To my quiet disgust my friend proceeded to browbeat and otherwise bully the employee, and then the manager, until they were so fed up with him that they released him from the fee. As we were walking to the car he admitted to me, with some amusement, that his wife probably *had* been late bringing the movie back. So I learned two lessons: 1) My friend had become a dick. and 2) I don't want to work for Blockbusters, and by extension any service-industry corporation where the customer, if they bark long enough, is always right...no matter how wrong they are. on a tangent: My best crappy-job experience was as a server at a small pub. I had a table of total (...well I shouldn't swear on the forum), and the owner of the establishment came over and told them he'd pay their bill for them and to please get out and never come back. Oh yeah, that felt good! [ 31 August 2004: Message edited by: britchestoobig ]
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Mr. Magoo
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posted 31 August 2004 04:05 PM
Want to have some fun at your crappy service job?I read about this in a big book of disgruntled employee stories: a young woman who had a fairly well-paying but spiritually exhausting job at the perfume counter of a prestigious New York store took to waiting until her insufferable customers were leaving, and saying (quickly and not too clearly) "fuckyouverymuch". When the old bats turned around, which was seldom, she'd smile sweetly and repeat "Thank You very much". Nobody could bring themselves to believe they'd heard what they'd heard, and she was never caught out. Her job, and soul, remained intact.
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