This is my very first repost of someone else’s blog, though I’m not sure if that’s an honor or a death sentence. We should remember these occupations this Labor Day as we light our grills, sit on our butts, and enjoy soda and pies (yes, it’s a reference to the Beastie Boys).
Happy Labor Day!
In honor of Labor Day, I wanted to celebrate those people who do some of the worst jobs out there. With thanks.
We need people who are willing to sniff the effectiveness of anti-antiperspirants.
We also need that poor guy who stands in the john of a ritzy restaurant and offers towels to–
–WTH? No, we don’t need that job filled.
If foie gras-eater Rock Gatesabuffett is too good to grab his own paper towel after crapping on a platinum toilet, then he needs to leave the restroom dragging a long trail of toilet paper beneath his fine Italian loafer.
Anyway, if you’re lucky enough to be off today and you run into any of these workers, give them a hearty thank you.
Ten Jobs from Hell in no particular order of significance:
The Restaurant Line Cook: Notice I didn’t say chef. Nope, chefs are trained professionals. Restaurant line…
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