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		<title>By: Doug</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-77593</link>
		<dc:creator>Doug</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2007 22:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I would like to add a comment about Brewers Distributors in Winnipeg, MB.  I too used to work for this company and it is even much worse then you describe.  I lasted about 4 months before I was forced to quite.  Very abusive supervisors who would harass me on a daily bases.  Several complaints regarding sexual harassment have been circulating around this company for years.  The people that manage this company are despicable low lives who should all be arrested.   Reg the Day supervisor would even insult your own mother.  Take my advise and never work for these scum bags.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I would like to add a comment about Brewers Distributors in Winnipeg, MB.  I too used to work for this company and it is even much worse then you describe.  I lasted about 4 months before I was forced to quite.  Very abusive supervisors who would harass me on a daily bases.  Several complaints regarding sexual harassment have been circulating around this company for years.  The people that manage this company are despicable low lives who should all be arrested.   Reg the Day supervisor would even insult your own mother.  Take my advise and never work for these scum bags.</p>
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		<title>By: Jeff Ross</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-71227</link>
		<dc:creator>Jeff Ross</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2007 16:52:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;d like to share a job tip for all.  The absolute worst job in Winnipeg, Manitoba is a warehouse position with a company called Brewers Distributors.  Even with the Canadian labour shortage they treat new and existing employee&#039;s so poorly it’s amazing their still in business.  Let’s start with the fact that they pay well below the national average for warehouse employment and I mean well below.  Considering how demanding and physical the work required is they need to greatly increase the rate of pay.  Also any new staff are forced to work over time on a daily bases.  Last I checked that was against the law but some how they continue to force hard back breaking labour on their employee&#039;s.  All new staff get no vacation time or any sick days and will be punished for missing any work with out a doctors note. Brewers Distributors also has a forced rotating shift so that a person will work days one week and then the very next week be forced to work nights never alloying the person get a routine and severely disrupting the persons sleep patterns and eating patterns. This has been proven to cause illness in people. No increase in pay ever and no Benefits or bonuses have ever been paid with this company even though they are getting rich.  With all the warehouse jobs in Winnipeg, I suggest you never work for Brewers Distributors</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;d like to share a job tip for all.  The absolute worst job in Winnipeg, Manitoba is a warehouse position with a company called Brewers Distributors.  Even with the Canadian labour shortage they treat new and existing employee&#8217;s so poorly it’s amazing their still in business.  Let’s start with the fact that they pay well below the national average for warehouse employment and I mean well below.  Considering how demanding and physical the work required is they need to greatly increase the rate of pay.  Also any new staff are forced to work over time on a daily bases.  Last I checked that was against the law but some how they continue to force hard back breaking labour on their employee&#8217;s.  All new staff get no vacation time or any sick days and will be punished for missing any work with out a doctors note. Brewers Distributors also has a forced rotating shift so that a person will work days one week and then the very next week be forced to work nights never alloying the person get a routine and severely disrupting the persons sleep patterns and eating patterns. This has been proven to cause illness in people. No increase in pay ever and no Benefits or bonuses have ever been paid with this company even though they are getting rich.  With all the warehouse jobs in Winnipeg, I suggest you never work for Brewers Distributors</p>
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		<title>By: Pete</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-68923</link>
		<dc:creator>Pete</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 20:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Private contractor, Iraq. Enough said. ;)</description>
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		<title>By: ga</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-55242</link>
		<dc:creator>ga</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 12:51:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>At 18, my first and worst was a midwest night
mare in the printing industry - embosser.
MN was in the middle of the printing
unions trying to get in, and dysfunctional
factory workers trying to make a living. The
scabs drove an employee (biker) off the road
on his motorcycle, he died. The same week, I
offered up my paper stack products to the
paper cutter operator, who accidently cut off
the top tips of his three fingers while I watched
him ruin three stacks of white paper with blood. Never bleed on the product- Never care
about the other guy. Tough strut. Apply for
the job, get night shift differential.
His reaction was affected by his pot smoking.
I wanted to walk off the job, but I needed the money. My thumbnail is misshaped by the
machine. It&#039;s the operator not the machine. 30 years later, I don&#039;t need the money
but apparently I have to blog as
some sort of sick catharsis for whoever wants
to compare notes on &quot;worst job ever. Misery
loves company. My best job -engineering.
I also was a postal carrier, SBA owner, and finally, a mom. Just Do it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At 18, my first and worst was a midwest night<br />
mare in the printing industry &#8211; embosser.<br />
MN was in the middle of the printing<br />
unions trying to get in, and dysfunctional<br />
factory workers trying to make a living. The<br />
scabs drove an employee (biker) off the road<br />
on his motorcycle, he died. The same week, I<br />
offered up my paper stack products to the<br />
paper cutter operator, who accidently cut off<br />
the top tips of his three fingers while I watched<br />
him ruin three stacks of white paper with blood. Never bleed on the product- Never care<br />
about the other guy. Tough strut. Apply for<br />
the job, get night shift differential.<br />
His reaction was affected by his pot smoking.<br />
I wanted to walk off the job, but I needed the money. My thumbnail is misshaped by the<br />
machine. It&#8217;s the operator not the machine. 30 years later, I don&#8217;t need the money<br />
but apparently I have to blog as<br />
some sort of sick catharsis for whoever wants<br />
to compare notes on &#8220;worst job ever. Misery<br />
loves company. My best job -engineering.<br />
I also was a postal carrier, SBA owner, and finally, a mom. Just Do it.</p>
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		<title>By: ga</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-55239</link>
		<dc:creator>ga</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 12:38:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>At 18, my first and worst was a midwest night
mare in the printing industry as an embosser.
The place was in the middle of the printing
union trying to get in, and dysfunctional
factory workers trying to make a living. The
scabs drove an employee (biker) off the road
on his motorcycle, he died. The same week, I
offered up my paper stack products to the
paper cutter operator, who accidently cut off
the top tips of his three fingers as I watched
him ruin three stacks of white paper with blood. Never bleed on the product-
His reaction was affected by his pot smoking.
I could not walk off the job, I needed the money. 30 years later, I don&#039;t need the money
but apparently I have to blog about it as
some sort of sick catharsis for whoever wants
to compare notes on &quot;worst job ever&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At 18, my first and worst was a midwest night<br />
mare in the printing industry as an embosser.<br />
The place was in the middle of the printing<br />
union trying to get in, and dysfunctional<br />
factory workers trying to make a living. The<br />
scabs drove an employee (biker) off the road<br />
on his motorcycle, he died. The same week, I<br />
offered up my paper stack products to the<br />
paper cutter operator, who accidently cut off<br />
the top tips of his three fingers as I watched<br />
him ruin three stacks of white paper with blood. Never bleed on the product-<br />
His reaction was affected by his pot smoking.<br />
I could not walk off the job, I needed the money. 30 years later, I don&#8217;t need the money<br />
but apparently I have to blog about it as<br />
some sort of sick catharsis for whoever wants<br />
to compare notes on &#8220;worst job ever&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: afg</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-17252</link>
		<dc:creator>afg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Aug 2006 16:31:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My two worst jobs were both in the newspaper industry. I did layout for the md independent. At 19 I had chest pains and a reoccuring nightmare of being pregnant, going into labor, and not being allowed to leave until I got the crappy paper off. I worked 10, 11, 12, hr days and every morning the adreps were waiting to yell at me because their ad, which they turned into be designed two minutes before the paper went to print had the wrong phone number which they wrote down in the first place. 
I then worked sales for Bay Weekly newspaper. Its a family owned newspaper and the owners wife, another sales person, would steal ads from my territory constently even though her territory was so dense with business and mine was more rural. If a call came in for me on a big ad she would take it. One time doing it right in front of me. Who can you complain to? Her weenie husband who lets her stomp all over him? I then started being micromanaged and surprise, my sales went down. It couldn&#039;t have anything to do with having to meet everyday which meant stopping canvasing areas to come back to the office to have a five minute meeting and then have to sit in the office while my micromanager left early.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My two worst jobs were both in the newspaper industry. I did layout for the md independent. At 19 I had chest pains and a reoccuring nightmare of being pregnant, going into labor, and not being allowed to leave until I got the crappy paper off. I worked 10, 11, 12, hr days and every morning the adreps were waiting to yell at me because their ad, which they turned into be designed two minutes before the paper went to print had the wrong phone number which they wrote down in the first place.<br />
I then worked sales for Bay Weekly newspaper. Its a family owned newspaper and the owners wife, another sales person, would steal ads from my territory constently even though her territory was so dense with business and mine was more rural. If a call came in for me on a big ad she would take it. One time doing it right in front of me. Who can you complain to? Her weenie husband who lets her stomp all over him? I then started being micromanaged and surprise, my sales went down. It couldn&#8217;t have anything to do with having to meet everyday which meant stopping canvasing areas to come back to the office to have a five minute meeting and then have to sit in the office while my micromanager left early.</p>
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		<title>By: BookLady</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-15293</link>
		<dc:creator>BookLady</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jul 2006 17:23:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In grossness factors, I&#039;m not really going to beat anyone, but I had two positions that I had to throw into the mix here.

1-In grad school, I worked as a receptionist at a 24 Hour Emergency Hospital for Animals.  Routinely got people screaming at all hours of the night because spot/fluffy was not doing well, or they couldn&#039;t pay and the location charged &quot;exorbitant&quot; amounts.  That included handling bodies, regularly working &#039;over&#039; at a moments notice, cleaning, lifting, lending a helping hand if not enough people to hold an animal AND still answer the phones, smile, be charming, etc.   Finally figured I better quit after I started having anxiety attacks before starting each shift, but the last straw was working a full shift early for a co-worker, along with my own, then being kept over to help while another person went out for food, and to help out with an autopsy.  The next day I was supposed to have off for a major could-not-miss meeting with the dean of my school and they STILL called me in!

2-Volunteer, but as a pretty easily grossed out person, I started at the local zoo by defrosting fish and stuffing them with vitamins thru the gills.  The smells, excrement, and other stuff was a breeze in comparison.

On the bright side, I can now watch all CSI and grossout shows without being the slightest bit squeamish :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In grossness factors, I&#8217;m not really going to beat anyone, but I had two positions that I had to throw into the mix here.</p>
<p>1-In grad school, I worked as a receptionist at a 24 Hour Emergency Hospital for Animals.  Routinely got people screaming at all hours of the night because spot/fluffy was not doing well, or they couldn&#8217;t pay and the location charged &#8220;exorbitant&#8221; amounts.  That included handling bodies, regularly working &#8216;over&#8217; at a moments notice, cleaning, lifting, lending a helping hand if not enough people to hold an animal AND still answer the phones, smile, be charming, etc.   Finally figured I better quit after I started having anxiety attacks before starting each shift, but the last straw was working a full shift early for a co-worker, along with my own, then being kept over to help while another person went out for food, and to help out with an autopsy.  The next day I was supposed to have off for a major could-not-miss meeting with the dean of my school and they STILL called me in!</p>
<p>2-Volunteer, but as a pretty easily grossed out person, I started at the local zoo by defrosting fish and stuffing them with vitamins thru the gills.  The smells, excrement, and other stuff was a breeze in comparison.</p>
<p>On the bright side, I can now watch all CSI and grossout shows without being the slightest bit squeamish <img src='http://www.fivecentnickel.com/wordpress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Katie</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-9714</link>
		<dc:creator>Katie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Jun 2006 15:28:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was a little disappointed by the responses as I can think of two jobs held by friends that would be the winners in any Worst Job Ever contests!

1) The most beautiful, glamourous woman I know really  needed money when she first moved to Los Angeles, so she spent two weeks helping clean out a warehouse full of RATS! She had to actually pick them up by their tails and they would reach up and try to bite her wrists! (Needless to say, she wore heavy-duty gloves)

2) My old boss (a VP at a prestigious bank) told me his first job was slaughtering pigs at a stockyard.  It paid $20/hour in the 1970&#039;s, so it was worth it to him.

Can anyone beat those?? My worst jobs tended to be the ones you get in your teen years (Baskin Robbins - talk about a bad work environment! People are mean when buying ice cream!).  Also, like a lot of teen girls, constant sexual harassment (and the fear of speaking up about it) marked most of my early jobs.  At various waitressing jobs, I and fellow co-workers all had trouble with male bosses leaning their pelvises into us while we were working the cash register, making inappropriate comments or other gross things. At my age now, I&#039;d embarass the creep or call the police, but as a naive teen, I was just mortified!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was a little disappointed by the responses as I can think of two jobs held by friends that would be the winners in any Worst Job Ever contests!</p>
<p>1) The most beautiful, glamourous woman I know really  needed money when she first moved to Los Angeles, so she spent two weeks helping clean out a warehouse full of RATS! She had to actually pick them up by their tails and they would reach up and try to bite her wrists! (Needless to say, she wore heavy-duty gloves)</p>
<p>2) My old boss (a VP at a prestigious bank) told me his first job was slaughtering pigs at a stockyard.  It paid $20/hour in the 1970&#8217;s, so it was worth it to him.</p>
<p>Can anyone beat those?? My worst jobs tended to be the ones you get in your teen years (Baskin Robbins &#8211; talk about a bad work environment! People are mean when buying ice cream!).  Also, like a lot of teen girls, constant sexual harassment (and the fear of speaking up about it) marked most of my early jobs.  At various waitressing jobs, I and fellow co-workers all had trouble with male bosses leaning their pelvises into us while we were working the cash register, making inappropriate comments or other gross things. At my age now, I&#8217;d embarass the creep or call the police, but as a naive teen, I was just mortified!</p>
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		<title>By: ~Dawn</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-5987</link>
		<dc:creator>~Dawn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2006 06:22:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I put up my response
http://frugalforlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back-heres-whats-going-on.html</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I put up my response<br />
<a href="http://frugalforlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back-heres-whats-going-on.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://frugalforlife.blogspot......ng-on.html</a></p>
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		<title>By: Newsgirly</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-5975</link>
		<dc:creator>Newsgirly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 May 2006 21:15:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was a microfilmer for my parents&#039; best friends&#039; company. It involved sitting in an old house sliding boring page after page into a microfilm camera and then for real excitement, changing the film. Minimum wage ($3.35/hour). This was in the 80s, before there were scanners, email, etc. One time it was mail from prisoners - stuff written on toilet paper, food stuck on mail, gag. Mostly, it was insanely boring for 8+ hours a day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was a microfilmer for my parents&#8217; best friends&#8217; company. It involved sitting in an old house sliding boring page after page into a microfilm camera and then for real excitement, changing the film. Minimum wage ($3.35/hour). This was in the 80s, before there were scanners, email, etc. One time it was mail from prisoners &#8211; stuff written on toilet paper, food stuck on mail, gag. Mostly, it was insanely boring for 8+ hours a day.</p>
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		<title>By: SavingAdvice</title>
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		<dc:creator>SavingAdvice</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 May 2006 05:08:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve been pretty lucky - anything that I would consider a &quot;worst job&quot; would be viewed by most people as a typical job. It was bad because at some point I stopped enjoying it, but I can&#039;t think of one that I had where I hated it from day one.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve been pretty lucky &#8211; anything that I would consider a &#8220;worst job&#8221; would be viewed by most people as a typical job. It was bad because at some point I stopped enjoying it, but I can&#8217;t think of one that I had where I hated it from day one.</p>
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		<title>By: G</title>
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		<dc:creator>G</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 May 2006 02:08:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Try this out and tell me if you would be able to handle it.  Get up at 5AM and then drive to work.  Try to get 80 and 90-year-olds out of bed while they are cursing and fighting you.  Clean up their bodily fluids and take all the abuse with a smile, this is just the first hour.  Then try to calm down a psychotic agitated 200 pound former high school all-state wrestler.  Get paid a little more than minimum wage, work long days, which physically and emotionally drain you, this was my experience working as an aid at a psychiatric  hospital.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Try this out and tell me if you would be able to handle it.  Get up at 5AM and then drive to work.  Try to get 80 and 90-year-olds out of bed while they are cursing and fighting you.  Clean up their bodily fluids and take all the abuse with a smile, this is just the first hour.  Then try to calm down a psychotic agitated 200 pound former high school all-state wrestler.  Get paid a little more than minimum wage, work long days, which physically and emotionally drain you, this was my experience working as an aid at a psychiatric  hospital.</p>
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		<title>By: Andrew - Money Supply &#38; Debt Blog</title>
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		<dc:creator>Andrew - Money Supply &#38; Debt Blog</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 May 2006 00:09:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, this post makes me feel bad. I had a job before college, in college, and then I started my own business. Neither times I was an employee  were all that bad, but I certainly didn&#039;t love them.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, this post makes me feel bad. I had a job before college, in college, and then I started my own business. Neither times I was an employee  were all that bad, but I certainly didn&#8217;t love them.</p>
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		<title>By: emily c</title>
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		<dc:creator>emily c</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 21:49:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My worst job was working the &quot;slime line&quot; in a cannery in ALaska. I de-roed the salmon. I took out the two sacks of eggs and weighed them. Bleh! That job payed the most I ever made as a student.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My worst job was working the &#8220;slime line&#8221; in a cannery in ALaska. I de-roed the salmon. I took out the two sacks of eggs and weighed them. Bleh! That job payed the most I ever made as a student.</p>
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		<title>By: financial freedumb</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-5105</link>
		<dc:creator>financial freedumb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 21:37:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nickel, &lt;a href=&quot;http://financialfreedumb.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-worst-job-ever.html&quot; rel=&quot;external&quot;&gt;here&#039;s&lt;/a&gt; mine...

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nickel, <a href="http://financialfreedumb.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-worst-job-ever.html" rel="external" target="_blank">here&#8217;s</a> mine&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: wifeofnickel</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-5100</link>
		<dc:creator>wifeofnickel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 20:09:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve done it all as a mom. 
Janitor who cleans up crystallized urine?...
...try cleaning up after four little boys!
Substitute teacher?...
...try getting your Kindergartner to sit still for fifteen minutes to do his homework each day!
Salesman?...
...try getting your four year old son to eat his veggies! 
Dishwasher?...
...don&#039;t get me started! 
The major difference between your experiences and mine is that I think these are all parts of the BEST job in the world. Don&#039;t forget that Sunday is Mother&#039;s Day!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve done it all as a mom.<br />
Janitor who cleans up crystallized urine?&#8230;<br />
&#8230;try cleaning up after four little boys!<br />
Substitute teacher?&#8230;<br />
&#8230;try getting your Kindergartner to sit still for fifteen minutes to do his homework each day!<br />
Salesman?&#8230;<br />
&#8230;try getting your four year old son to eat his veggies!<br />
Dishwasher?&#8230;<br />
&#8230;don&#8217;t get me started!<br />
The major difference between your experiences and mine is that I think these are all parts of the BEST job in the world. Don&#8217;t forget that Sunday is Mother&#8217;s Day!!!</p>
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		<title>By: frank</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-5087</link>
		<dc:creator>frank</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 19:24:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I posted mine here &lt;a href=&quot;http://franksatheisticramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-worst-job-ever.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I posted mine here <a href="http://franksatheisticramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-worst-job-ever.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">here</a>.</p>
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		<title>By: AmDollar</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-5075</link>
		<dc:creator>AmDollar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 18:19:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Interesting Post five cent nickel!  Worst Job ever for me would have to be my first at age 15 making minimum wage at Burger King...stacking burgers in the freezer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Interesting Post five cent nickel!  Worst Job ever for me would have to be my first at age 15 making minimum wage at Burger King&#8230;stacking burgers in the freezer.</p>
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		<title>By: Jose Anes</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-5071</link>
		<dc:creator>Jose Anes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 18:07:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Posted mine &lt;a href=&quot;http://findnewjob.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-worst-job-ever-poorly-paid-web.html&quot; rel=&quot;external&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.
Linked back to your posting.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Posted mine <a href="http://findnewjob.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-worst-job-ever-poorly-paid-web.html" rel="external" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
Linked back to your posting.</p>
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		<title>By: Inchoate Random Abstractions</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-5036</link>
		<dc:creator>Inchoate Random Abstractions</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 16:12:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for getting the ball rolling.  I posted mine at Inchoate Random Abstractions and linked back to your post.
 http://inchoaterandomabstractions.blogspot.com/2006/05/worst-job-ever-concession-stand-worker.html</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for getting the ball rolling.  I posted mine at Inchoate Random Abstractions and linked back to your post.<br />
 <a href="http://inchoaterandomabstractions.blogspot.com/2006/05/worst-job-ever-concession-stand-worker.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://inchoaterandomabstracti.....orker.html</a></p>
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		<title>By: Penny Nickel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Penny Nickel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 15:03:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mine&#039;s kind of cheating because I picked two-- but they were both very short-lived (by choice) and both the same summer!

http://moneyandvalues.blogspot.com/2006/05/worst-job-meme.html</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mine&#8217;s kind of cheating because I picked two&#8211; but they were both very short-lived (by choice) and both the same summer!</p>
<p><a href="http://moneyandvalues.blogspot.com/2006/05/worst-job-meme.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://moneyandvalues.blogspot.....-meme.html</a></p>
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		<title>By: FMF</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-5015</link>
		<dc:creator>FMF</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 11:43:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>#7 above made me remember -- I washed dishes too, but at a pizza place. Hot, sweaty, trashy -- and all for my &quot;big&quot; earnings of $2.10 an hour. Yikes!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>#7 above made me remember &#8212; I washed dishes too, but at a pizza place. Hot, sweaty, trashy &#8212; and all for my &#8220;big&#8221; earnings of $2.10 an hour. Yikes!!!</p>
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		<title>By: Matt</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-4988</link>
		<dc:creator>Matt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 07:55:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My worst job ever was the one where I took a job as the system administrator for an advertising agency. Instead of just being responsible for their servers (like they&#039;d assured me during the interview) I ended up getting assigned all the desktop maintenance too. Which meant that, in addition to having to be in by 9am every day, I was typically working until after 4am dealing with problems that the users had on their desktops the day before. I slept under my desk most nights, and only visited my apartment once or (if I was lucky) twice a week to shower.

One time, we went to Las Vegas for a convention. I worked 10 days straight, from 5am to 2am. Then the company stiffed me on paying the hotel bill. I was lucky enough to get a cow-orker to lend me the money, or I&#039;d have probably been arrested (this was when I was new in town after 18 months of unemployment...$1000+ was WAY more than I could come up with in cash, especially for a room I&#039;d been told the company would pay for, and I&#039;d barely used anyway, because of the insane hours). Did I get paid overtime for working 210 hours in 10 days? Or even for working through two weekends? Of course not.

I did supposedly earn extra vacation time for all those extra hours...at the rate I was working, I was eligible for almost a year off by the time the company got bought out and my position was eliminated. This was after 8 months working for them.

I tell you, I was never so happy to be unemployed. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My worst job ever was the one where I took a job as the system administrator for an advertising agency. Instead of just being responsible for their servers (like they&#8217;d assured me during the interview) I ended up getting assigned all the desktop maintenance too. Which meant that, in addition to having to be in by 9am every day, I was typically working until after 4am dealing with problems that the users had on their desktops the day before. I slept under my desk most nights, and only visited my apartment once or (if I was lucky) twice a week to shower.</p>
<p>One time, we went to Las Vegas for a convention. I worked 10 days straight, from 5am to 2am. Then the company stiffed me on paying the hotel bill. I was lucky enough to get a cow-orker to lend me the money, or I&#8217;d have probably been arrested (this was when I was new in town after 18 months of unemployment&#8230;$1000+ was WAY more than I could come up with in cash, especially for a room I&#8217;d been told the company would pay for, and I&#8217;d barely used anyway, because of the insane hours). Did I get paid overtime for working 210 hours in 10 days? Or even for working through two weekends? Of course not.</p>
<p>I did supposedly earn extra vacation time for all those extra hours&#8230;at the rate I was working, I was eligible for almost a year off by the time the company got bought out and my position was eliminated. This was after 8 months working for them.</p>
<p>I tell you, I was never so happy to be unemployed. <img src='http://www.fivecentnickel.com/wordpress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: anonymous</title>
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		<dc:creator>anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 06:19:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>substitute as the worst?  Hmmmm. . . I&#039;m a teacher, was a sub, and have worked as a janitor. . . the janitorial stuff was easily the worst.  I can see where substituting can be awful, but I found it better than the monotony of hellish jobs in retail at your typical national drugstore chains.  Though I hated the custodial work, I would honestly prefer that to retail.  I *hated* retail. . .</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>substitute as the worst?  Hmmmm. . . I&#8217;m a teacher, was a sub, and have worked as a janitor. . . the janitorial stuff was easily the worst.  I can see where substituting can be awful, but I found it better than the monotony of hellish jobs in retail at your typical national drugstore chains.  Though I hated the custodial work, I would honestly prefer that to retail.  I *hated* retail. . .</p>
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		<title>By: Rich</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rich</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 00:47:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve had two whoppers:  1) When not busy enough paving driveways, my boss put me on the septic tank pumping truck! - Hey, it needed to be done, and I needed money for college!  and 2) Cleaning out the barn after feeding and milking 80 cows.  Any idea how deep it can get in there?  Thank God for front-end-loader tractors!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve had two whoppers:  1) When not busy enough paving driveways, my boss put me on the septic tank pumping truck! &#8211; Hey, it needed to be done, and I needed money for college!  and 2) Cleaning out the barn after feeding and milking 80 cows.  Any idea how deep it can get in there?  Thank God for front-end-loader tractors!</p>
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		<title>By: Guest</title>
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		<dc:creator>Guest</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2006 22:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The worst job I ever had occurred during my 6 years as Vice President for a fairly large corporation.  Acutally, being VP wasn&#039;t the bad part, it was my evening &quot;job&quot; that was the bad part.  You see....I was a young executive by day and a chicken peeler / dish washer by night for a family members restaurant.  They had just started out and needed a hand to save a bit of money.   My official job when not washing dishes was to peel the skins of chickens so they could be grilled.  The worst part is the smell of chickens all over your hands and clothes and the blood that occassionally splashed everywhere....

As I look back now I can only laugh at how my VP ego during the day contrasted with my alter ego (chicken peeler) at night.  The things we do for family!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The worst job I ever had occurred during my 6 years as Vice President for a fairly large corporation.  Acutally, being VP wasn&#8217;t the bad part, it was my evening &#8220;job&#8221; that was the bad part.  You see&#8230;.I was a young executive by day and a chicken peeler / dish washer by night for a family members restaurant.  They had just started out and needed a hand to save a bit of money.   My official job when not washing dishes was to peel the skins of chickens so they could be grilled.  The worst part is the smell of chickens all over your hands and clothes and the blood that occassionally splashed everywhere&#8230;.</p>
<p>As I look back now I can only laugh at how my VP ego during the day contrasted with my alter ego (chicken peeler) at night.  The things we do for family!</p>
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		<title>By: Amanda</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-4943</link>
		<dc:creator>Amanda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2006 20:08:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Nickel - I posted my &quot;Worst Job Ever&quot; on my site and linked back to your original post.   Thanks for the inspiration, although, the memory of my worst job ever is something I try not to recall frequently!

http://youngandbroke.typepad.com/young_and_broke/2006/05/worst_job_ever.html</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Nickel &#8211; I posted my &#8220;Worst Job Ever&#8221; on my site and linked back to your original post.   Thanks for the inspiration, although, the memory of my worst job ever is something I try not to recall frequently!</p>
<p><a href="http://youngandbroke.typepad.com/young_and_broke/2006/05/worst_job_ever.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://youngandbroke.typepad.c....._ever.html</a></p>
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		<title>By: Daytonscott</title>
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		<dc:creator>Daytonscott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2006 19:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Substitute Teacher. Need I say more?</description>
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		<title>By: mapgirl</title>
		<link>http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2006/05/08/worst-job-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-4922</link>
		<dc:creator>mapgirl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2006 16:16:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I heard some EA temps or employees sued because they were overworked with no overtime... EA is not known to be a happy place. Worst job I&#039;ve had? None have been that bad. General verbal abuse by management is about all I&#039;ve had. Nothing really crappy, if you&#039;ll pardon the pun.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I heard some EA temps or employees sued because they were overworked with no overtime&#8230; EA is not known to be a happy place. Worst job I&#8217;ve had? None have been that bad. General verbal abuse by management is about all I&#8217;ve had. Nothing really crappy, if you&#8217;ll pardon the pun.</p>
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		<title>By: SkyeBlue</title>
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		<dc:creator>SkyeBlue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2006 15:57:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The worst job I ever had was working for the School District of the former town we used to live in.  I worked in the Junior High and High School cafeterias as a server.  Wanted a job where I could work during my children&#039;s school hours.  Very hard work for very low pay!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The worst job I ever had was working for the School District of the former town we used to live in.  I worked in the Junior High and High School cafeterias as a server.  Wanted a job where I could work during my children&#8217;s school hours.  Very hard work for very low pay!</p>
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		<title>By: FMF</title>
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		<dc:creator>FMF</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2006 15:55:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I &quot;walked beans.&quot;

Up at 4:30 am (to beat the heat), I walked row after row of beans (in a farm field), pulling up weeds with a tool fashioned sometime near the discovery of iron.

BTW, that was the same summer I was hired to haul a ton of bricks out of a guy&#039;s basement. ;-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I &#8220;walked beans.&#8221;</p>
<p>Up at 4:30 am (to beat the heat), I walked row after row of beans (in a farm field), pulling up weeds with a tool fashioned sometime near the discovery of iron.</p>
<p>BTW, that was the same summer I was hired to haul a ton of bricks out of a guy&#8217;s basement. <img src='http://www.fivecentnickel.com/wordpress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Blaine Moore</title>
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		<dc:creator>Blaine Moore</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2006 14:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I used to work for Electronic Arts.  I was working more than twice as many hours as I had at my previous job and still getting a smaller paycheck.  That included my time and a half for anything over 40 hours.  During crunch time, I would work 14-20 hours in a day for 6 to 7 days per week.  I&#039;d leave work around 2am, go home and nap for a few hours, and come back some time between 8am and 11am.

That was one of the few jobs that I didn&#039;t mind having a liquid lunch at dinner time.  I found a great pub with a lot of good imports a few miles from the place.  (For those interested, I was the database admin for the q/c on Madden NFL 2003 pc version)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I used to work for Electronic Arts.  I was working more than twice as many hours as I had at my previous job and still getting a smaller paycheck.  That included my time and a half for anything over 40 hours.  During crunch time, I would work 14-20 hours in a day for 6 to 7 days per week.  I&#8217;d leave work around 2am, go home and nap for a few hours, and come back some time between 8am and 11am.</p>
<p>That was one of the few jobs that I didn&#8217;t mind having a liquid lunch at dinner time.  I found a great pub with a lot of good imports a few miles from the place.  (For those interested, I was the database admin for the q/c on Madden NFL 2003 pc version)</p>
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