Let's hear it. I'd start but I didn't hate any of the jobs I've ever had. The worst was probably night watchman at Lake Compounce, which is an amusement park in Connecticut. Pretty dull, but I only had to make rounds once an hour for about twenty minutes. We went through a lot of other guards though. It's not for the weak of heart, or those with an over-active imagination. Your eyes and ears tend to play tricks on you on dark nights at 2:00 am in a 100 year old amusement park that's supposedly haunted.
So yeah, my job wasn't too bad, but I'd like to laugh at your misery so out with it.
I did a quick search for "worst job" to see if the thread already existed, but realized putting the word "job" in a search on this site isn't very productive.
Working for Costco in the Cold Deli room. Let me tell you having to work in a room that is 40 degrees at 6 am in the morning is one of the worst experiences of my life. I literally felt like my soul was being drained as soon as I crossed the thresh hold of that place.
Now I am not a person that is irresponsible and usually stick with a job even if it is crappy until I can find something better, but for this job I quit after 7 months without having anything lined up. So there was about a week there where I didn't have a job. Luckily I have migrated into the field that my major will be in Comp. Sci.
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My first job was working at Long John Silvers. I did all the cooking and cleaning. I hated it. It can burn in Hell.
Retail at a sports store. I hate people.
GameStop.
I've had a lot of jobs over the years... The worst one? Working for a local, low-cost dial-up ISP in phone support. First off, we were understaffed, so tech support had to do *shudder* sales as well. The biggest problems with these small-town ISPs are usually two things:
1. A vast, vast number of customers in the 60+ age range, with no computer aptitude whatsoever.
2. They're shady, front-end operations for a much larger ISP that you've probably never heard of, because all they do is provide service to these smaller ISPs.
Aside from dealing with 80-year-olds who barely knew what the term "right-click" meant, this call center was not run by someone who actually understands tech support, cause you know, that'd make sense. But the dude used to manage a telemarketing call center. He expected sales. And tech support was a secondary consideration for him.
I was working there right around the time Verizon started providing $14.99 DSL in our area. During this time, in an effort to save money, they switched to a new phone company to provide our dial-up numbers. After that, more than HALF of our customers could not connect to the internet. We had three straight days of constant calls of people complaining. And for what short period I was there afterward, we never recovered from it. I imagine they still haven't, in the face of cheap DSL. But I hated that place, and most of the people I worked with, and would be glad to see it go under.
I've had several jobs I haven't liked but by far the worst was my first job in 1998 at a now defunct local company called ActiveSystems. We did manual SGML markup, basically taking complex technical documents, turning them into SGML documents and testing them repeatedly. It was an awful place to work. There were tons of managers, none of which had a clue what to do and often went "I dunno" when you'd ask them something. They also wouldn't tell a client no so there were some projects we often ended up doing completely over from scratch 2 or 3 times because the client would change how they'd want it done. The basics of the job was 8 hours a day doing complex and extremely repetitive data entry for only a little bit more than minimum wage. We were allowed to play music CDs in the drives of the PCs we were working with but many of them didn't work and the good PCs were allowed to be "reserved" by the brown nosers so you'd often have to work in soul crushing silence. They were bought out from 11th hour bankruptcy about a month before I left and about 6 months after I did, the buyer shut them down because the company was such a mess, it would've cost more to fix the place up than they spent on it.
Residential customer service support for a major telco. Soul-crushing job. Ironically, I ended up hating the company I worked for, not the customers. By and large, the customers had my sympathy for the hell the company put them through for every possible thing the company could screw up.
1999 - Dishwasher making $6 an hour in one the busiest restaurants in the neighborhood. It was the worst 9 hours of my life. Cleaning off other people's food, cleaning gunk out of a sink, getting Female Doggoed at constantly by needy wait staff, and having to clean filthy floors. About half way though I accidentally broke a glass and cut both hands up. After my shift was over, I ate the free meal I was promised (which was plain f'ing pasta), resigned, and stormed out nevering returning for the one day's wages.
Hand-assembling Sunday paper coupon inserts on the night shift in Wichita KS. Plus I was doing it through a temp agency so there was no real money or any benefits. That didn't last too long.
My worst job was definitely working as a cashier in a grocery store. Highlights of that job include:
-Some guy hiding like 6 packages of steak in his jacket and then trying to nonchalantly buy cigarettes at my till. Sir, your jacket is bulging and you're making creaky styrofoam-rubbing-against-plastic noises whenever you move. No, you didn't have those steaks when you came in, nobody walks into a grocery store with a jacket full of meat.
-Some lady throwing a loaf of bread at my manager because the debit network was down.
-That same manager getting fired for stealing scratch-and-win tickets and trying to cash them in at the gas station down the street.
-Receiving a subpoena to appear as a witness at the trial of a woman who used a bad cheque to buy cigarettes at my till. They ended up not using me because it had happened more than a year before and I remembered almost nothing about the incident.
working for stock pot soups in the meat room, never got above 36deg, lots of rank smelling "fresh" meat..by the end of 2 days my boots had crab, steak, chicken, a "beef" like product, then after 2 weeks they let me go because they couldnt have me not working sundays because I didnt have a ride because we go to church in the opposite direction as that job was. I think I had to burn those boots because the crab smell just wouldnt get out of them, they were great boots too.
I worked at Burger King when I was in high school. The job was horrible. I came home and smelled like BK every night, covered in grease. Sure there were some fun moments of goofing around with my buddies who got me the job, but it did not overcome the fact that my managers were jerks, and that we were just bodies that could be easily replaced by anyone. It is the only job I did never gave my 2 weeks notice for due to the fact that I hated it, and that I wanted to go down to bourbon street for Mardi Gras instead of workign my shift. For a 15 year old kid, a trip to one of the most breast filled parties ever soars above and beyond keeping a job at Burger King.
The only other job that I was overjoyed to leave was from Perkins. I did have quite alot of fun working here, and actually when the staff was good (aka the hot waitresses and non psycho cooks) were working it was great. I did a sting cooking there for over 2 years and was actually a shift supervisor for a good chunk of that time. I think I was happy to leave that job mainly because I was sick of the food industry and at the time, the new manager had decided to fill the place with only servers he had hired and systematically killed the hours of all the servers who knew what they were doing. This also in turn got rid of several of the more attractive females in the building as well. Funny coincidence I left soon after 
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Radio Shack.
a "beef" like product.
Not just normal beef. A beef like product.
...Ew.
Toys R Us.
Answering phones for Fedex in a call center. The most soul killing experience I've ever had.
Detassling corn.
Baling hay.
picking rocks up out of a field.
I was a night-shift security guard through college. There were times when the job wasn't that bad - I was guarding a warehouse a few miles out of town, so most nights I never saw another living soul and could just catch up on reading and listen to the radio. What sucked was dealing with the guard whose shift came right before mine. I have never met a person with such a stick up her ass for every regulation of the job. I don't know if she was trying to suck up to the bosses or what, though I suspect she was just a miserable person.
The first time she reported me was by far the most angering. On a day that I wasn't scheduled to work, she called me and told me that her son was in the hospital, and asked if I could cover the rest of her shift. I said sure, threw on my uniform and drove to the site - forgetting that I hadn't shaved that morning and breaking one of the cardinal rules of the jobsite. Oh well, I'm going to sit in the guard booth alone for eight hours - who would care?
The central office called me a week later and told me that she had tattled to them that I showed up with stubble on my face, and that I should command respect when representing Securitas and take pride in my appearance and that I was being written up. I was about ready to explode.
Years later, I came across a great bit of writing by Joey Comeau about his experience with that same company. His description of their training program is hilariously spot on.
I made food, served it, and washed dishes in a nursing home for a few months in high school.
Probably the most depressing job in the world (especially having to go back to the severe Alzheimer's "cellblock") because not many of the residents got visitors and they were all on death's door.
Residential Counselor at a drug and alcohol rehab center for adolescents. Babysitting 6 - 12 juvenile delinquents with addiction issues made for the most stressful summer of my life. Breaking up fights, suicide watches and supervising drug tests is a crappy way to make a living. And it took months for me to be able to trust other people with sharp objects again.
I've had a ton of different jobs. I've even dug some graves. Working in Dell Tech Support was the worst. Talk about a talent-apathetic meat grinder. When my manager wouldn't sign off on a transfer to another internal position I was offered just because she needed a seat filled I finally walked and doubled my pay the next day. It was even worse than my brief stint at West Telemarketing, a sort of clearinghouse for telemarketing services.
Working at a movie theater frequented almost entirely by entitled, upper-crust geezers in one of the most affluent parts of San Diego.
AKA, my current job. 
Working as the only weekend usher at DanBarry Cinemas. (I hate cleaning up puke)
I'm going to have to go with "maintenance" at a grocery store. First job. Most of it not bad, but cleaning grocery store restrooms is something I never want to do again. Especially the little boxes in the women's stalls.
My wife spent a while working at a childrens home for slightly more than minimum wage. I try not to complain about my job being bad. I don't have to wipe anyone's butt or get bitten.
Oh man, looking at that list makes me all that much more appreciative of the jobs I've had.
Worst of them would be the 2 days at the DIY store - the job agency got me working there really quickly and when I showed up, I figured, well, they'll at least hand me a shirt or something right?
wrong.
I looked just like any customer.
Then they got me and another guy hauling wood. I think we manually put about 2000kg of wood each in place, while trying to avoid the occasional customer's questions, because honestly I knew less of the place than they did.
2nd day they put me behind a till. No instructions, and this place wasn't even using bar codes properly yet, so they had all these codes to punch in.
I didn't bother to show up the next day, got a call from a 'disappointed' job agency girl, and when I got over there to formally resign the following day, turns out the place got robbed (armed robbery, gun pointing and everything) the day I didn't show up for work.
Other than that, I worked in the local hothouses for several seasons - at least the company was generally nice, even if the work was heavy and just plain foul at times.
Especially the time when they had melons - now, the place I worked at didn't grow them for sales, but for the seeds... and the best way to get those out is not when the melons are ripe... oh no. It's when you left them to... ripen.. a bit.. in 30-35 degrees C. for a week or so.
Then you cut them open, hoping it doesn't either ooze out or run away on its own, then you scoop out the seeds with your hand into a plastic bucket, label it and you move to the next.
I didn't eat melon in 2 years after that.
Detassling corn.
4:45 a.m. - Get out of bed
5:00 a.m. - Get on the bus to the field
5:45 a.m. - Get assignments
6:00 a.m. - Start walking rows in the wet dew
11:00 a.m. - Its so hot that you are literally steaming from the morning dew.
4:30 - Collapse in the bus hating every being of your existance.
Screen printing wallpaper for rich people for little pay, sometime in 1993 or 1994. Bowling-alley length tables set 6 parellel to each other, with rolls of blank wallpaper tacked on, carrying a screen ranging from 2' x 2' to 4' x 4' and plopping them down, doing prints over and over again. Sometimes the layers of wallpaper would require 6 or 7 layers of patterns, meaning 6 or 7 screens carried the length of the tables, stopping every few feet to drop the patterns. Fun.
Radio Shack.
Same here. I lasted 4 months before I got the hell out.
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Max, I'm sorry but we're going to have to let you go. Your position has been replaced by a hollow metal drum.
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