Your best and worst job

[Baron von Lotsov]

My best job was on the telly. I spent the whole day in a top hotel modelling fashion and being looked after by top TV tottie. I was the star of the show - !

[johnofgwent]

Best job. Postgrad Research Assistant. I got handed the "god's gift to men" harem trio of medical students to tutor because a) I'd only just got married b) the novelty had therefore not worn off and c) your wife outshines the lot of them.



That was the (female) head of medical faculty education telling me why I'd been given an assignment some blokes would die for but all would have been sucked in and blown out by. And her assessment was accurate. Moira still looked like the actress who played Anna Valerious in Van Helsing. And for this reason to this day I do not understand why Hugh Grant went to such lengths .....



Worst job ? A toss up between type 996 radar subtitled LFA quickly renamed lingering foul aroma by all who worked on her. You have NO idea how pissed off I was at having to search endlessly for a fault that seemed to show things at high altitude over the Solent at Mach 5 when I knew the real reason for the "fault"was ... There were things flying very high over the solent at speeds close to that



 And the other side of the coin of worst job ever ? Another radar job. Finnish Air traffic Management Information (FATMI). Or as we liked to call it ... (Hi work it out yourself, it's not hard). An absolutely asinine idea of 'integrating' three technologies that were utterly incompatible. It was a mercy when they canned it

[T00ts]

Ive been in the construction industry since I burnt the blazer at the school gates and have had a great time all the way through , just one big happy high .  :roll:



My worst job though was when I was 11 working on a milk float . Picking up freezing cold bottles really did get to hurt after a while and the encouragement of ''you will get used to it '' was said to help  but of course it  never did .  The milkman gave me 5/- a day but he stole my tips telling me I was collecting them for the  bacon rolls next week . But there was no bacon rolls next week or the week after ,well not for me anyway . I would of course be in 'charge' of the float , the  most important job of the day while the milkman collected some money from the café .  



Today it would be called child abuse .





My best was probably when I spent a year  rebuilding  part of a Church in Penge that had been damaged by fire . Reinstating the arched windows and the intricate stonework was  a job I loved and maybe should have specialised in but hey ho at the time it was all about the next pay check and paying the bills .

I once knew a man quite elderly at the time, who used to tell me about picking sprouts by hand in frost. He used to say that you went from cold to downright painful but afterwards his hands would get as warm as toast. I've usually got cold hands and couldn't get my head around what he was saying. Sorry the relevance being that it was a job that he did as a youngster. I think child abuse in the name of work used to be quite the fashion.

[Streetwalker]

Ive been in the construction industry since I burnt the blazer at the school gates and have had a great time all the way through , just one big happy high .  :roll:



My worst job though was when I was 11 working on a milk float . Picking up freezing cold bottles really did get to hurt after a while and the encouragement of ''you will get used to it '' was said to help  but of course it  never did .  The milkman gave me 5/- a day but he stole my tips telling me I was collecting them for the  bacon rolls next week . But there was no bacon rolls next week or the week after ,well not for me anyway . I would of course be in 'charge' of the float , the  most important job of the day while the milkman collected some money from the café .  



Today it would be called child abuse .





My best was probably when I spent a year  rebuilding  part of a Church in Penge that had been damaged by fire . Reinstating the arched windows and the intricate stonework was  a job I loved and maybe should have specialised in but hey ho at the time it was all about the next pay check and paying the bills .

[Major Sinic]

I suppose I am quite fortunate in that the majority of 'jobs' I have held were enjoyable and rewarding.



My worst was as a trainee marine surveyor for the London Sun Alliance Marine Division. This was my first job after resigning my commission and after six months of amending yacht policies and with no sign of the promised training, I packed that one in. Having had and enjoyed junior management duties in the army to end up as a glorified trainee clerk was not on my bucket list. The only bonus which I rather missed on leaving were the advanced ministrations of an attractive clerical supervisor who was some ten years my senior and possibly the most accommodating 'lady' I have ever been fortunate enough to meet!



My next job, which was my favourite job in terms of sheer enjoyment, was as a young 'publishers representative' covering North, Central and West London for a hardback publishing company.



My most satisfying and remunerative was as Chairman and CEO of a small group of companies, which I founded and of which I was the major shareholder.

[papasmurf]

In my case my best and worst jobs were the same job, working for a gunsmith/arms dealer who also carried out firearms related forensic work for the police.

Working for an employer who was frankly a disgrace as an employer but the work itself was from my point of view interesting.

[Borchester]

Reminds me of a company years ago same predicament,the company boss told one particularly aggressive supplier after their cash that a raffle was held each week and the first two drawn out were paid.

Told in no uncertain terms if they didn't stop mithering for payment the paper with their name on would be withdrawn from the raffle.  ::

A friend of mine was in the rag trade and he was inclined to say that the second worst contract was with a big retailer because they took forever to pay.



And the worst contract was with small retailers who were even worse.  

[cromwell]

I became self employed in my early 20s and built my business up over a couple of years and in the meantime had to eat. So I had two jobs the first as PA to the MD at a metalwork factory. It was a nightmare trying to act as gate keeper with increasingly determined suppliers demanding payment. His question every Friday was always 'Who is shouting loudest?'  My reply determined who he then paid and sometimes how much.



The next job - when I felt I had suffered enough - was in an accounting firm. I was kind of Credit control but then morphed into a computer program checker. They were in the process of moving everything on to computer and I would often be set the task of studying the end result for problems. I guess no-one else would tackle it. I always seemed to find mistakes with too many 0000s. They 'loved' me  :roll:   I left there with the birth of my first child and from then on my business was the only job. There were times when I looked back to the easy days of employment, my working week was often over 50 hours. A whole different nightmare, but I loved it.

Reminds me of a company years ago same predicament,the company boss told one particularly aggressive supplier after their cash that a raffle was held each week and the first two drawn out were paid.

Told in no uncertain terms if they didn't stop mithering for payment the paper with their name on would be withdrawn from the raffle.  ::

[T00ts]

I became self employed in my early 20s and built my business up over a couple of years and in the meantime had to eat. So I had two jobs the first as PA to the MD at a metalwork factory. It was a nightmare trying to act as gate keeper with increasingly determined suppliers demanding payment. His question every Friday was always 'Who is shouting loudest?'  My reply determined who he then paid and sometimes how much.



The next job - when I felt I had suffered enough - was in an accounting firm. I was kind of Credit control but then morphed into a computer program checker. They were in the process of moving everything on to computer and I would often be set the task of studying the end result for problems. I guess no-one else would tackle it. I always seemed to find mistakes with too many 0000s. They 'loved' me  :roll:   I left there with the birth of my first child and from then on my business was the only job. There were times when I looked back to the easy days of employment, my working week was often over 50 hours. A whole different nightmare, but I loved it.

[Borchester]

Best job - Mortuary Porter. This may sound like I am making it up but it really  was a great job. Folk who work in hospitals tend to be good hearted and smart while the work itself barely existed. The main (and almost only) job was collecting the bodies from the hospital wards and there were rarely more than two deaths a day. And as the mortuary was maned 24 hours a day with three shifts and with two porters a shift, I same times went weeks without performing a single removal.



Worst job - Teaching maths in South London. The school was on special measures and facing closure. The teachers had given up and spent most of their time applying for other jobs or making official complaints about each other.  And the kids were only there because they could not get into any other school. They weren't bad kids as such but I was dealing with 16 year olds who could not solve problems not so much because they lacked maths skills, but because their reading level was that of 10 year olds and as often as not could not read the questions.



How about you guys?