The hardest, grossest, yuckiest job I ever had was cleaning hotel rooms.  I had to scrub toilets, clean bathrooms, make beds, check under matresses and beds for items and things left behind (use your imagination here)  vacumn etc.  Very discusting job.

I guess I would say motel maid too. Except it was also kind of fun. my grandparents were the managers and lived on the property. I got to stay the summer with them (which meant I got the HELL OUT OF DODGE) and work for $$. We had alot of long-term guests with kids my age and we became friends. There was also the Aussie male swim team that was there for some meet. And did I mention they were Aussie? And GORGEOUS!

Cleaning was gross but it was probably the best summer of my life. I was 16.

This...is Datura stramonium.  Also known as Jimsonweed, Stinkweed, and Locoweed.

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When I was 13, my first job (ever) was to eradicate this plant, by hand, from a twenty-acre hay field.  A local farmer paid me the princely sum of 85 cents per hour to accomplish this feat.

The odor of Datura stramonium is frequently described as "pungent", but this does not begin to do justice to the plant's penetrating, malodorous stench.  Cutting, crushing, or merely touching the thing is sufficient to release its rich foulness. 

Imagine, if you will, sweating under the sun, covered from head to foot in stinking sap, cursing the smell, the nasty trumpet-shaped white and pale purple flowers, and the obstinate root system of this particular vegetable.  Needless to say, my 85 cents an hour was grievously earned.  For some reason, it never occurred to me to tell the farmer that I quit.  I often wonder why.

Datura stramonium, by the way, is a powerful hallucinogenic plant.  It contains large amounts of atropine and scopalamine.  I suppose it's possible that some persons of an experimental nature might consume the thing in order to get some sort of high from it--but after a month of warring with Datura stramonium, nothing on earth could have persuaded me to sample it.  I can still smell the stuff in vivid memory. 

Bar none, the worst job I ever had.

Best,

George

I was a groundskeeper at the Brookfield Zoo.  In addition to Manure detail in the summer  , I also got to run the Crematorium at the animal hospital.

After reading all this I will never complain about housecleaning work again. And I had my own business and had to clean up after parties every weekend and found their drugs, adult toys and so forth all over the place. I quit when they refused to pay me for the 6 hours it took one day to clean a 2 bedroom flat. It took about an hour to find the bathroom. I will not go into details as there may be squeamish people here and I think vomit would be hard to get out of a keyboard.
Sophia

May not be the dirtiest but it was deffinately interesting. I used to work for a family friend that is blind. When I first started working for him, he had an english bulldog named Hatti Bell. Sweetest and most amusing creature in the world. Until it came to bath time. As it gets bloody rather cold here in the hills of New York, picture yourself this: me at 13, trying to get a 35(at least) pound english bulldog, in the bath tub. Not fun my friends. She once ate his bottle of head'n'shoulders, resulting in soap bubbles coming out her nose. After that, he got a seeing eye dog; a yellow lab named Daniel. He lived to roll in the yard, which consisted on next to nothing but poop and mud. Hence, he also required regular bathing. Needless to say, I didn't work there to long.

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Tara Ann wrote on Jun 1^st, 2009 at 9:45am:

Mine too! 

I think cleaning up after others has to be the worst job out there.  I only have to clean up after teenagers and that is bad enough for me!

I used to clean office buildings and one our buildings was a trucking terminal.  The area where the drivers came in was nasty.

Used to work for a convenience store that had a public bathroom.  Well, we had to clean the mens' bathroom.  Talk about nasty?  Want to know what a urinal looks like when the men keep putting their cigarette butts in it (and then piss on them?)?  Undoubtably, these men didn't know how to aim either (piss was everywhere but the urinal).  There were a couple of times that sh!t was smeared everywhere too.