Bloggers And Bloggets Worst And First Jobs

I thought this was the perfect image to use for how one feels on the worst job of their life- the calf representing the boss of course, with his wicked little controlling grin on his face.

There is nothing worse than an awful job, in fact a terrible job can make such a strong impression on you that you remember the "feelings" associated with the it more than the details of your job description.

And oh, what a powerful feeling it is, for instance this Tuesday's Question was a choice between two questions to answer, What Is The Worst Or First Job Your Ever Had? And although there were a lot of first job answers, the worst job comments were packed with the details on how the jobs made them feel...

Which proves the best advice my grandfather ever gave me and told me to never forget, and I'm sure you've probably heard before... I don't know the exact quote so I won't put it in quotations (I just wanted it to be clear that it is not an original thought, as if)

Anyway, what my granddad said was that people will forget many things about you, but they never forget how you make them feel. Therefore, it seems it's also true about events or experiences, which is odd because people also run from pain and toward pleasure, but we recall the pain in so much more detail. Anyway my intention on A Nice Place In The Sun is for people to leave the blog with a good feeling- you know how some movies or songs, blogs etc.. leave you with a good feeling? So my apologies if I stirred up yucky stuff memories, however, I can't promise I'll always think of happy questions... because I'm afraid my blog would become too sentimental, gushy and unreal. In addition, I 've learned so much about all of you by asking questions about life, especially the bloggers who regularly answer Tuesday's Question- who by the way are just amazing...

I think this weekly feature has been really exciting and I cannot believe how long it has been going on...Next time you have a chance (I'm working on a making it easier) glance through my labels and click on Tuesdays Question and Readers Comments. The responses are remarkable and if you read through them all you will learn so much about your fellow bloggers. I'm trying to think of ways I can shine more light on your past comments. I think I'm going to make a Tuesday's Question page when I can figure out how, but something, because again, you are very special and your comments full of everything that makes us human: laughter, fear, memories, crazy experiences, etc... I'm in awe of ya and will throw my hat in the air for you soon!

Now, it's time to get on with these great comments, right? Just click read more and remember each bloggers link to their blog is next to their comment:



The first comment is from a wonderful writer Jackie at The Painted Veil



Hi Ann,
Wow I didn't think I would make it in today.

We had some really bad stoprms move through and I had to shut down.

Well I have certainly had some doozies in job force that's for sure.

But, my very worst by far was when we first arrived in Maine.

I went to work for a very brief time as a telemarketer. And the sub-contractor I worked for had no ethics whatsoever.

All was fine the first thirty days while training at minimum wage.

But, then they transferred me over to pay based on the number of people I could talk into signing up for something that in the long run would only add to their phone bill and not save money.

The very first day I was transferred was the day I quit. The owner of this company had tons of people's personal information. This information was supplied to them by one of the world's largest telephone companies.

And, she would take this information and call into the phone company pretending to be the actual person so she could get their latest account information.

By having the person's latest account info. was most definitely a plus if you were going to sale them this plan.

Well, I absolutely refused to do this. Not only was it unethical, but, it is also a federal offense.

I may be blond, and a little numb sometimes but even I know that you don't mess around with the FCC.

So I simply got up and walked out.

The whole experience truly was a nightmare from the start. Telemarketing is a nightmare job and I simply am not tough skinned enough, or, unethical enough to ever have been successful.

That's it...not very funny I'm afraid. But, it is very true.
Hugs,
Jackie:)

February 5, 2008 2:32 PM

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And another wordsmith Robert at Observations From The Back 40

We truck drivers have a hard row to hoe...:)))..mine was a bricklayers helper..I carried bricks up that ladder so many times I was pooped by lunch..not one brick at a time either slats of them 12 to a slat..
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Next, is a newcomer to Tuesday's Question! Welcome

Retarded Sushi

First real job with a paycheck and w2's...the Boy Scout shop. My first and only experience in retail. At least the store was usually very empty leaving plenty of time to play hide the shirt clip thingies. And by shirt clip thingies those little plastic clips that were on the folded shirts. They had to be removed before hanging the shirts. I had a collection of arround 5 lbs of the little buggers and decided to start hiding them through out the store. I heard a few years after I left that they were still finding them.
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Next, the hilarious Paula From Six For Paula

Great question Ann. I love your stories. You and I seem to have led really interesting lives. :-)

The worst job I ever had was a temporary position as a giant Twinkie. I had to wear the Twinkie the Kid costume (complete with cowboy hat that seemed to be about ten feet high) and do promotional stuff at grocery stores. Kids punched me, Japanese tourists wanted their picture taken with me, and it was hot and stuffy.

Once, I ran into my best friends dad while wearing the big suit. The "mouth" portion of the costume was somewhere around my neck/chest area so I couldn't talk. I saw my friends Dad and started to move towards him waving my arms and shouting "Hey Mike!" He was horrified and ran ff. Later when he found out it had been me, he said he heard muffled scary sounds coming out of this giant Twinkie "guy" w who was moving erratically towards him. Needless to say, we had a big laugh.

-And hilarious post Paula!-
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Karen at I'm Just A Little Fish In A Big Pond misunderstood Tuesday's Question and wrote a post with her answer. (LOL) Which is a great post by the way about her first job, and here is the link:

My First Job

Thank you Karen~
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Next up, one of the Queens of Tuesday's Question, and my pal Sandee from Comedy Plus who writes the best comments and most hilarious posts on her own blog, Comedy Plus:


You and I had like jobs. I too was a waitress, bartender and deputy. I also raised my son for the most part alone. I'm proud of it too. Worst job. I really didn't have a worst job. I truly can say that I didn't hate one job that I have had. So, I'll narrow it down to not my favorite.

Working graveyard (11P - 7A) anywhere is not great fun. I've worked graves as a waitress and as a deputy/sergeant.

As a waitress you always got to deal with the drunks at two the in the morning. Of course I was sober and it really gave you a good look at how stupid and rude people could be. I didn't care for that much. Then an hour or two before your shift would end, all the morning people show up all wide awake and ready for their day. That really made me tired.

When you work in jails all the inmates are sleeping and it's tough to stay awake. There are also less staff during this shift which even makes it worse. Our bodies really don't like to be awake at night. Well, mine never did.

The toughest time about working graves is about four in the morning on. The sun is going to come up and you are even going to feel more tired. The winters were the worst. You went to work in the dark and came home in the dark. There just wasn't any day at all.

My son is now 37 years old and I'm retired with a very nice retirement. I wouldn't change a thing even if I could. Whatever I did kept a roof over our heads and food on the table. I'm very proud of that. :)

February 5, 2008 6:38 PM

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Jackie from The Painted Veil stopped back by and tagged me with the Smiling Through The Tough Times Meme Thank you Jackie and I think it's a great idea for a meme and you're right you will get to know the bloggers you tag better! LOL

Hello again Ann,
May I introduce you to a new game?

It's called tag and run for the hills:):):)LOL!!! I'm running now!!!

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The next comment came from Arti, and I'm sad because I cannot find the link to his blog. At first I didn't know what to think, but his blog is from blogger- it's just a private profile. Anyhow, thank you for your comment Arti and I'm sorry I couldn't give you a link back. If you leave me a message in comments however I will be glad to link back to your blog~



hi Ann
the first job of mine was worstest experience coz i didnt know any thing about the concept of the job. i join as a telecaller in a logistic compay(freight forwarding and custom clearences) where i called the exporter and importer of the city n ask him , Do they intrested in our servicees. but when they ask me about the rate ,flight ,or collect or paid shipment criteria i m unable to tell them coz i m new n short of knowledge. the thing i feel embraced when i called a importer n said "do u intrested in our services" and he replied , "mam first tell me who r u, ur company name n detail about ur company profile after that i sould tell u, oh!that moment..........

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Next is Jackie from The Painted Veil coming back to make a comment to Sandee, (LOL) which I love because that is exactly the way I've always envisioned Tuesday's Question to work- sort of like a weekly forum or party with blogging buddies around a question each week, so thank you Jackie for keeping this party going...(smile and hug)


Oh Sandee,
I have to agree with you about working the graveyard shift.

I too did that as a waitress and the drunks were always such a drag!!

I can't even begin to imagine working as a deputy and dealing with them!!



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And last, but most certainly not the least, another Queen of Tuesday's Question, great pal, and a blogger who can certainly turn a phrase, Dawn from Twisted Sister:


Ann... my worst job is the one I'd like to forget! I try not to think about it. My sister Ann and I had just moved and we needed jobs desperately and took the first available positions we could find... at a dry cleaners. Ann was told she would be working at the front counter and I was brought to the back of the building. It was like a sweat shop and I was given the job of washing the greasy coveralls belonging to the local garages. I couldn't believe it but decided to stick it out until I could find something better. The heat was unbearable and I worked alone with no one to talk to. After about a week I put in my notice and the owner wanted to know why I was quitting.. so I told him if I could work on the front counter in the AIR CONDITIONING I might stay.... HIS REPLY.... No your sister is PRETTIER THAN YOU!

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From Me~
I'm sorry but I have to say I can't believe what your boss said Dawn! That's horrible, and I can't even see how it could possibly even be true. I think it knew he was wrong to put someone to work under those kind of working conditions. Isn't the clinical term for that called transference or projection (From my pop psychology magazine reading) you know when someone transfers something onto you that really they feel about themselves? I'm sorry to go on like that it's just that his comment made me mad- mean people stink---!

From me again: Thanks for contributing to Tuesday's Question and have a super, fantastic, and every other adjective in the world week!