I didn't even see this post! It must have gotten lost in the jumble.

I, too, did that...just not magazines. I lasted two hours.

That wasn't the worst job, though. The worst one was one that I quit after 2 days. It was bad because of the rules. It was at a place called The Corral. (Hey, I live in Texas..shut up. LOL) The reason it was so bad was because they had a rule for EVERYTHING. For instance, they used packets of ketchup instead of jars. 1 packet per person, no more unless they specifically asked, and you had to wait until not only they asked, but REMINDED you. The point was that they may forget about it if you took too long, thereby saving the company that extra half a penny per packet.

We served only baked potatoes. The customer had to specifically ask for butter, and any other toppings. We were to give them butter OURSELVES with a designated spoon, and only ONE pat, unless they specifically asked, but we were supposed to hurry away as soon as the first pat was placed becauser it makes people uncomfortable to chase after a waitress. After the butter was done, we were to qucikly try and walk away again, lest they ask for sour cream. But if they did, you would spoon it yourself, and quickly walk away. That goes for every condiment of every kind, drinks, lemons for the tea, you name it. Both days I walked out of there in a homicidal rage. But the second day, I gave out literally 100 times more of everything than I was supposed to, just to stick it to that asshole owner. I heaped the butter and sour cream, gave people plates of lemon, encouraged them to take home all the ketchup packets, would dump their half-filled teas and give them full new glasses and so on. I've never hated an establishment as much as I hated that place. My GOD. LOL

Aw,thanks for replying! Sorry for being whiney, but ya know I love my friends here n feel a bit left out when no one replies.

Wow, you DID have a sucky job. I'm amazed at how some restraunt chains make the most stupid rules to save a few bucks. You were almost like a slave server! "Move away quick and serve the condiments yourself!!" "Yesmmm Boss sir" Lol!! 

I'm sure you can guess my worst job evar (tm). Totally the SPCA.

Working with abused animals is sad work. Sometimes uplifting. Most times depressing.

Working with animals when you have no work initiative or will to even be alive sucks. It is very hard work.

Working with poop is...crappy.

In the summer it was too hot and in the winter, well, it was a torture chamber of sorts.

The staff hated each other and management hated me.

And it was my first job too. Jooooy.

The job I have now, all things considered should be good. But I wake up dreading every day. YAYAYAYAY.

Yeah I thought of ya as I posted this. I knew it was that job and for all the listed reasons. I am sorry ya had to go through it...but it could only get better at the next jobs and so far it has.

No prob about you not being around. You know as long as I get my Neonite fix now n then it's all good.

Hmmmm, mine was because of a bad boss.  It was a simple retail job and was pretty good for awhile.  Then our manager left, and they transferred over a manager from another store.  I thought it would be pretty cool because I'd actually worked with his niece at another job, but he was a major asshole.  I'd be the only one working in the store, and I'd get busy and call for help, and he'd just sit in his office in the back of the store and ignore my pages.  He had a supervisor that he really liked, and she was completely unprofessional.  She yelled at me one time because I didn't train the new employee over the weekend while she was off, but the problem was the new employee was off that weekend too!  I tried to explain that, but she started yelling at me, right at the cash register with customers around.  I told her how unprofessional it was, walked away, and went back to the manager (in his office on the phone, of course) and complained.  Next thing I know, my shifts started at 6 am.  Then 5 am.  Then 4 am!  He gave me some crap about doing it so I wouldn't have to deal with customers since I was unprofessional (I'm still not sure how that conclusion was reached.)  I was obviously being punished for standing up to that supervisor, and him.  I began dreading going in to work because it was so miserable, and I was so stressed in and out of my job.  I quit a couple weeks later, and felt such a sense of relief.  It was awful.