I sat in a comfy seat in my small neighborhood theatre cringing for James. And for myself because it made me think of my worst job ever as a checker and more at the local A&P one summer during college. I needed the money to pay for school expenses the next year, so I didn’t quit. I wasn’t a good checker; people complained when I worked the Express line. That’s how slow I was. The movie also played memorable and forgettable 80’s music. The 80’s experience – music, acid-wash jeans, and significant ozone depletion caused by AquaNet is considered (by me) to be it’s own category of torture.

That’s how the worst job in the world feels.

This post is dedicated to worst jobs, ever – yours, mine, and all the awful jobs that we pray everday would end. They can come in all forms – office or outside; your own business or dutiful employee. Caveat: many think that in today’s crestfallen economy we should be 100% grateful for any job. While we are grateful for the income, if the money doesn’t make you sing while walking to work, it may count as “worst job ever”.

Here are some characteristics of the worst-job:

• you are the only person at work who is planning on leaving
• cleaning surfaces at work involves q-tips
• your parents tell you it’s “character building”
• you get yelled at for arriving early to work
• good ideas, or any idea, are not welcome

What was your worst job ever?

Endnote for those from New Jersey. Adventureland  reminded me of the amusement park about 40  minutes from our house on Route 22 , Bowcraft. Bowcraft was the kid of place that we were forbidden to go to – ever. It was that scary.