Worst Job Essay

I have held a couple of jobs in my short yet young life. I have not so much as hated a one particular job but rather didn’t like a certain conditions or a particular person, but at Western Inventory I recall too many things that were unpleasant, intolerable and unbearable. The first job I ever had, that I recall I hated the most was working at Western Inventory Service where I worked for roughly about three years. It isn’t a classy job and it isn’t the cleanest one either. There are times you get really dirty from crawling on the floors of the stores or in the storage areas and back rooms where dust just loves to live so by the time you were finished you looked like a magnet for dust bunnies. The extensive traveling, immature coworkers and the lousy malfunctioning machinery used are good enough reasons never ever to work for Western Inventory Service.

Traveling in and out of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia and other neighboring states at the wee hours of the morning was mortifying. I had to be at work as early as four AM due to the extensive traveling. Even though the company provided the means for transportation I had to suffer the nonfunctioning heat or air conditioning, as well as the vulgar language of my fellow coworkers due to lousy music or broken radio. Now even if I returned back to Philadelphia around say midnight or later I was still required to be at work again in the morning around four.

On certain occasions my boss or manager would feel sorry for us and give us the morning off, but we still had to work that night. Sometimes we traveled as far as North Carolina so that meant we had to stay in a hotel, the company apparently paid for rooms. Even though we were some what close to the store we still would have to report for work at four in the morning because for some reason we always ended up staying at least an hour or two away from the store. Stores like Kohl’s, Superfresh, Shoprite, Dollar Tree or Dollar Express, Kay Jewelers, Spain’s, Ames, Home Depot, and Lowes and Food Lion are some of the stores inventory was taken at.

Not only were my coworkers resentful of each other they were a vicious and scornful group of people. They got their kicks off of mocking, teasing or cursing at you and even went as far talking trash about your family and friend to your face. The favorite topic all the time was about sex, and one another’s sexual experiences or expectations. One day Gloria decided to talk about Dario’s genitalia. Poor Dario was so embarrassed that he didn’t come back to work after that incident.

There was another time when Eva beat the crap out of Tina after work for just talking trash about her to another coworker. Now Eva and Tina were very good friends they knew each other from being next door neighbors for over ten years, so of course they knew each others very well as well as some secrets. Eva let all the coworkers and the customers in the store know that Tina was sleeping with the John the district manager while John’s wife Monica our manager was there. Now of course this incident caused John and Monica’s marriage problems, but they later found out that the whole unpleasant incident was bogus.

The machines used to take the inventory were never charged up or there were some technical issue with it. The two types of machines that were used were an NDI or a Wizard these machines were basically huge keyboards. I have to admit I was pretty efficient on both the machines. As I was counting the merchandise in one of Pathmark’s freezers for an hour one day my NDI started to malfunction. Regardless to say I had to get another NDI and redo all that I had done for the past hour.

Now I was really upset because I had to go back into the walk-in freezer and redo all I had done an hour ago. I remember there was this one time when Evelyn was doing the greeting card section in a Spains her Wizard started to double up all the cards she had counted. She hadn’t realized what was going on so she went about counting the rest of the store. As we were wrapping up the store the store manager Phillip said to Tammie the inventory manager that there is a mistake with several sections. So regardless to say we had spent an extra three hours fixing up the mistakes made by Evelyn’s Wizard.

I started to realize how drastically my language and behavior began to change. Eventually, I could take no more of the insane conditions and work environment of the company and coworkers and graciously resigned. I later realized I must have been outlandishly stupid for staying at this job for more than a month even though the salary was great like coming home every two weeks with fifteen hundred to eighteen hundred dollars an hour. I couldn’t let myself turn out to be as low and disgraceful as the other employees. My parents taught me better than that.

Essay About The Worst Job I Have Ever Experienced!

As a teenager I had decided that I wanted to pursue a college degree after I graduated high school, but I knew that my parents could not afford to pay for it. Therefore, I ended up joining the Pennsylvania Army National Guard at the age of seventeen to help pay for my college tuition. Previously, I had only worked at an Italian restaurant located in Indiana, Pennsylvania as a dishwasher, which at the time I considered my worst job. If I had only known what basic training was going to involve, I would have preferred to wash and scrub my way through college. Soon after reporting to my basic training location in Fort Benning, Georgia, reality set in and I realized that this particular job would end up ranking number one on my list of worst jobs.

The verbal abuse from the drill sergeants at basic training made it the most horrific experience of my life. In fact, not a day went by without being verbally ridiculed and belittled with vulgarity. After, we finished the tedious in processing tasks; we all packed into a big metal cattle truck and headed "down-range" (Any forward-deployed area of operations) to our barracks. As soon as the cattle truck stopped the drill sergeants attacked it like a pack of wolves screaming: "GET OFF MY BUS MAGGOTS". At times the drill sergeants would get so close to my face yelling, "Are you eyeballing me, boy?" that I could feel the spit flying out of their mouths.

In my opinion Georgia had no positive qualities what so ever, but only negative ones. When we would go out to the "field" (outside area that usually consisted of sand and trees) to train we always had to watch for snakes, spiders and many other types of harmful bugs. First, we had the fire ants that would inflict a very painful sting when one of us accidentally disturbed a mound of them. Next, we had the Brown Recluse spider which could cause a tremendous amount of agony and necrosis at the site of the bite. Finally, we lived with the cockroaches sometimes as big as a mouse that would scatter around everywhere as soon as a light was turned on. In fact, some of the older out houses that we had to use housed hundreds of disgusting cockroaches.

The heat from June to August in Georgia was horribly hot and humid, so the drill sergeants would constantly make us drink water to keep hydrated. For example, when they would say, "drink water," that meant drink your entire canteen and then turn it upside down. However, the water tasted like they got it out of a swimming pool from all the chlorine they used in the water buffalo(mobile water tank that was black in color) to kill the bacteria. Also, the canteens that we used gave the water a funky plastic taste. The funky plastic taste combined with the chlorine and the fact that it was always warm just left a bad taste in my mouth.

The mental and physical challenges that we faced every day are what made basic training the absolute worst job I have ever experienced. Every morning we would get up at 0330 and head to Physical Training. It consisted of a Three to Six mile run followed by an hour of push ups, sit ups, and what ever other form of torturous activities the drill sergeants felt like making us do. Throughout the day we would complete various intense training courses and attend one or two monotonous classes, where on average we would get told, "drop and give me twenty" at least twenty times. After getting back to the barracks for the night between 2100 and 2200 we had two minutes to shower and until 2300 to shine our boots, do our laundry, and perform any personal hygiene that we so desperately needed. Furthermore, the deprivation of sleep made it very easy to become unfocused and careless, which consequently led to unsafe training that the drill sergeants frowned upon.

After nine weeks of exhaustion at Fort Benning, Georgia, I was finally home; all of the verbal, mental, and physical abuse had ended. I did not have to drink the funky tasting water anymore or get up every morning to participate in physical training. My life was back to normal: going to school, and working every day. Meanwhile, my parents and teachers would occasionally yell at me, but compared to the drill sergeants their yelling did not seem to have any negative effects. In conclusion, there are many ways to pay for college tuition, but for me, the military was neither the easiest nor the quickest way.


You've written a great essay! I have just a few editing suggestions:

There was never a day that went by without being verbally ridiculed and belittled. After all of the in-processing tasks were taken care of we were all packed into a big metal cattle truck and headed "down-range."

At times, the drill sergeants would get so close to my face, yelling,

the chlorine they used in the water buffalo to kill the bacteria. - water buffalo?? You'd better explain that one!

mental and physical challenges that we faced every day.

the only people I had yelling at me now were my parents and teachers,

Good work!


Sarah, EssayForum.com


Great job! The only suggestion I have is to change the punctuation in this sentence, like this:

After we finished the tedious in-processing tasks, we all packed into a big metal cattle truck and headed "down-range" (any forward-deployed area of operations) to our barracks.

You also might consider adding a reference to the topic to your last sentence: "neither the easiest nor the quickest way, and definitely the worst job ever."

Best of luck!


Sarah, EssayForum.com

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