not retrieving lobsters from Jayne Mansfield's bum or clearing up Winston Churchill's bogies, not necessarily the most menial or under-paid just the most miserable experience … mine was an itinerant teacher of basic numeracy and literacy for nurses in care homes in the South East - all of it, the nurses were fine, the travelling was bearable (Worthing in the morning, Dartford in the afternoon some days) but the staff, esp my line manager gloriously sacked a few weeks before me, were the absolute miserable soulless mindless sheep like s*** kicking scum of the earth you could meet - couldn't give you examples it would be too banale, one of those companies that found a loophole between public funding for private companies - a training provider, all part of the machine but much nearer the exhaust than it realised.

I've done all sorts from ball boy to Lecturer. Worst job was probably private security after leaving the forces. Those 12 hour nights get to you in the end - particularly with an hour each way commute too.
I've had harder and worse paid jobs but this industry is just so sh!t.

Red and Blue Army!

Check your last sentence

Building labourer when I was a student in the early sixties. Two on-site jobs are seared into my memory. First, unloading a delivery of bricks, which involved about six of us standing in a line and throwing three bricks at the time to each other. Within minutes my hands were bleeding (all the others had put on gloves). Second, carrying with three others about a dozen cast iron baths from one end of the site to the other. My back has never been the same. The hours were 8 till 6, with a 30-minute break.

But I was earning about £25 a week, equivalent now to around £550. I was 18, living at home, not liable to tax, and I've never again felt so rich.

I'd just come out of the forces at the hight of the IRA threats and worked for the Royal British Legion doing security at the Tower of London,not only were the Yoemen a load of arrogant w@nk*rs but having to check womens handbags all day was mind numbing-the crap they carry around !

Touch my coffee and I will slap you so hard even Google won't be able to find you.

In 1965 I was working as a barman. Wages were 15/- (75p) per session, whether it was lunchtime (about 3 hours) or evening (6 hours). I typically did 6 lunchtimes and 5 evenings, representing 48 hours, for which I got £8.25. Nothing like the building site, but I still felt well off. I was working when I would have been spending, I had two free meals a day, and customers (particularly in the public bar - if anyone can remember those) often bought you a drink.