My Worst Job

I've worked some pretty horrendous jobs in my time. I have crabbed, salmon fished and longlined in Alaska - none of which I would recommend for the weak of heart. I worked at a lumber mill pulling green chain and worked concrete at a concrete plant. Growing up I worked on a farm from 2nd grade until my senior year of high school during the summer. I did every thing on that farm from moving irrigation to bucking hay. My parents are firm believers in Neachies (SP?) philosophy of that which does not kill you only makes you stronger. I'm going to have to say though that the worst job I've ever had was when I was deployed to Iraq. When we first hit ground there was no form of porta potties in place so guess what we had to do with all the waste - you guessed it burn it. Nothing sucks more than having to stir a fifty gallon drum of human waste, with a fence poll, while its on fire billowing the darkest stinkiest smoke right into your face for 3 hours a day. I look back at it now as a fond memory, but at the time it couldn't of sucked more. The fire is hot, it's a hundred and fifteen degrees out and your in a flack jacket with a Kevlar helmet on your head. I'm going to have to go on record as saying this is the worst job in the world.