MY WORST JOB
ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ 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.
ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ 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...