I have worked a bunch of shit jobs, especially as a kid, but somehow usually made them fun or interesting somehow. First real job doing inventory for Meyer and Frank, first week sucked just counting, but second week, likely because they figured out I was not super ethical, they had me uniquely and creativity destroy every piece of women's lingerie that had been returned over the previous year. I would rip, burn, tear, stretch, use inks, make runs and any other sort of damage I could come up with so Meyer and Frank could return all the returned items to the manufactures.
My next job was as staff at the Saturday Market, where I figured out a way to charge normal people to park in the venders lot, making about $80 in five minutes.
Over time had a bunch of others that were odd, but I guess the first one that sucked was working as a bartender at the Scoreboard about 17 years ago. The cook got mad at me for calling him a crackhead and decided to get me back by putting tiny bits of crack in my cigarettes. This is back hen we smoked in bars and I was smoking and working and feeling funky. Finally, I thought the cig tasted funny so I put it out, grabbed a new one, which also had crack in it. That place sucked, the tips were terrible, the rest of the staff sucked, and some of the regulars were such total drunks is was just depressing to go to work every day.
