What's the WORST job you ever had?
That was our question tonight.
There were some interesting answers: haying, milking cows at 4:00 a.m., washing dishes.
There was a Catholic sister I knew who travelled to another city incognito to experience life as a homeless person.
A "gospel" mission had her washing dishes before letting her sleep on the greasy kitchen floor.
Most of the folks we were talking with tonight agreed that the day labor opportunities weren't too great. They treat you mean, and charge you for everything; getting to the job site, cashing your check for you at the end of the day. They take half the money that the employer pays out, right off the top. You work all day, and get to go home to your tent to rest up.
What a world.
So, what was YOUR worst job?
posted by Pastor Rick | 12:38 AM
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I loved milking our family cow in the wee hours, especially during frozen Indiana winters. Nice warm spot to be. :) Cleaning stalls isn't that bad, either.
My worst job was editing for a Christian book publishing house. The owners were "spirit-filled" (i.e., several steps beyond charismatic) and hired church friends, regardless of whether or not they knew a comma from a colon. They didn't know what in the world to do with me, a cranky Calvinist.
I refused to attend the company's weekly devotions after they became a chance for a new hire's opportunity to lay hands on each of us in turn and prophecy about each of us. Oh, pleeeze!
I thanked God that I was layed off after about three months. Later I heard that the couple divorced when the wife began following someone who emphasized leaving family behind in order to follow Christ completely.
It was a horrible job.
Thanks hopemcp!
Amazing story. I don't think I'd like either job - the milking at 4 am or the extra-charismatics. Still, if it was a choice between cows or Christians for co-workers, many of us would pick cows.
I can only imagine what they thought about you after you quit going to the devotional time!
Thanks for stopping by.
Rock crushing plant--in the 1980's. Stood all day on a re-bar grid at the top of a six story open tower--no safety rails--pulling the larger boulders, by hand, from a flowing stream of smaller boulders as they dropped from a conveyor belt to the very re-bar grid I had to stand on all day.
The city where I found myself broke and homeless put me up in a room; this was the job they sent me on to pay the bill. Hourly wage worked out to two dollars an hour--that is, if I'd been paid in cash instead of given a room.
Still, I was thankful to have it, I suppose.
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