Dishwasher's not that bad. You are just all sweaty and smell like skanky food when you're done. Did it at Applebees in Manhattan way back. The daytime guy was mildly retarded, so it can't be that hard.
I dunno, three hours of that and I was ready to kill someone. Maybe location makes a difference (I worked at the Derby - bleargh).
Worst job for me was being a telemarketer (needed the money). You got 30 minutes for lunch and maybe two 10 minute breaks. Other than that, you were stuck in a tiny cubicle all day, calling jagoffs who hate your guts, with no break because they set the thing up to autodial the second your previous call ends. So basically, the best calls were the ones that droned on for 40 minutes because the person on the other end of the line was too stupid to hang up.
This is why telemarketers don't want to let you go ... they have to call someone else up the second you hang up.
After nine hours of people telling you to
, you generally felt like they might be right. The only real way to entertain yourself (and keep from slitting your wrists) was to try to be a bigger creep, just to piss them off worse and see how far they would go. It was a never-ending cycle of escalation.
Good times.
