Hmmm.... from the "you gotta do what you gotta do" category:
My dad was sick for a number of years after I got out of college, so I worked nights. I delivered newspapers in Brooklyn for about a year. Bad neighborhoods, good neighborhoods, six floor walkup apartment buildings to drop one damn newspaper... it was seven days a week and it sucked bigtime, but it helped pay the bills and gave me the days free to be home with my father.
From the "daily misery" category:
A cabinet shop in Pennsylvania. We had a really talented foreman, whom they demoted to bring in the supervisor's friend. He was a total hack and he fucked up every single machine in the shop. Talk about an asshole to work for. He made our lives miserable until we finally got him fired. heh By the time I quit I was well on my way to carpel tunnel syndrome and had to run my hands under hot water every morning so I could get them to move. I learned a lot though, and anything I build now is indestructable.
I think that no matter how bad things get there is always some positive that comes out of it. By delivering newspapers I was able to be home during the day and save my father's life once... And hating the cabinet shop sparked my interest in the net which eventually led me to SweetT's neck of the woods....
