Work Sucks

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Work Sucks
uPick

A critical mass of suck.

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I worked in the bottle return in the back of a well-known grocery store in a retirement community where we had to hand sort and count the bottles and cans. People would bring in big black garbage sacks that had been sitting in their back yard, truck or basement. The beer bottles were rancid as they had continued to ferment, the soda got sticky and it was all around miserable. One day, however, it achieved a critical mass of suck. We had just hired a new clerk named Jerry. He was a very soft-spoken, kind exchange student from China. Since I had a few classes with him at High School I told him I would help him get the hang of the bottle return, as we all took our turn at it. We would take the bags of cans and bottles and dump them into an old metal shopping cart, letting the filth strain through the bottom. So Jerry grabbed his first bag, opened it and poored the contents into the cart. A dead cat, its skin half hanging off and rotten, came flopping out of the bag. Jerry screamed, lost his lunch and bolted out the door. We never saw him again.

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