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Poll: What Was Your Worst Day At Work?

Not long ago we talked about our worst jobs.  Today I”d like to drop down a bit and talk about specific days.

My own worst day involved an unborn child named Athena, accidentally sitting on a mentally retarded woman’s hea (she was unharmed), and throwing a copy of Ulysses at a teenager’s arm.

I’ll be elaborating on this after some discussion.  For now, just know that it was BAD

How about you?  What was your worst day at work?


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  • Casey September 14, 2009, 7:22 am


    Pretty much my day has already gone to hell, before I got here, I just didn’t know that until I walked in the door.Compound that with it being Monday… Yeah…

    I used to think that it was a good day when something didn’t blow up, but I’m sort of wishing for that right about now just to get some people off my back!

  • Casey Brazeal (North and Clark) September 14, 2009, 7:40 am

    I never know if its been a bad day until I get to bed.

    If I can sleep the sleep of the just than I am ok. But, if I can’t, then I have to replay the day and remember oh crap today was a tough day.

  • Casey September 14, 2009, 9:40 am

    So what do you Casey? Most people decide their day is bad when they are in the middle of it, not afterwards.

  • Larissa September 14, 2009, 9:51 am

    wow, Josh. . . can’t wait to hear the rest!
    My worst day: I was working at a music/arts camp, and we had to transform the dorms from the posh boarding school dorms to icky camp dorms. So we had to drag peices of metal bunk beds up from a crawl space in 90+ heat in the CA mountains. I think we probably set up 200 bunkbeds in less than two days, and I probably lost 10 pounds! But one of the days was worse than the other. . While setting up one of the bunk beds, a turned around to pick up another peice, and then studpid bed fell on my lower back. I had a huge gash right above my right cheek, and I still have a scar there. What was my 18-year-old mind most worried about? “Did it scar my tattoo???!!!!!!!” LOL! Fun days. . .

  • Jen B September 14, 2009, 10:23 am

    Worst day physically? A kitchen store reset/remodel in Vegas, in August with 100+ heat, from 8 am until dark. The storage containers with all the fixtures & product were stored at the far end of the mall parking lot and we used pallet jacks to move EVERYTHING! Oh, and the parking lot wasn’t flat. Try avoiding a car with a pallet load of glass 5 feet high .
    Worst day mentally? Getting home from LAX to receive a phone call from a nurse in Idaho that my dad is in ICU (heart attack) when he was supposed to be on a plane from SLC to Seattle. Scrambling to find a flight to Idaho and not sleeping a wink all night and the next day.

  • Jen B September 14, 2009, 10:25 am

    Whoops! Forgot to add that my worst day mentally included going into work, when I had been on vacation for 14 days, and asking for a cash advance on my paycheck so I could afford the plane ticket to Idaho. I’m glad I don’t work that job anymore.

  • Casey September 14, 2009, 10:33 am

    Larissa, why were you trying to change the dorms from nice to icky? Or were you just trying to pack more beds in the same space?

  • Jackie September 14, 2009, 11:58 am

    Well, I thought my worst ever day at work was the day I arrived to put in my 8 hours and found a note onb the door that read something like this…”Out of Business”

    The next day I started my Internet business and I am now happily working from home. So the burning question is, was that my worst ever day at work or was it my best?


  • IthacaJake September 14, 2009, 11:58 am

    Back when I was in college I was working as a manager of an A/V crew. I was supposed to have 12 people show up to help me hang lighting equipment and focus for an upcoming dance recital. What I got was 1 guy (the other manager) to assist. So he and I worked for 3 hours to set up for the event, and while we’re working the event planning committee is trying to change their own design in the process…
    Flash forward 3 hours when he and I finally have it done, and the committee says thanks. I go into the office and start calling the crew. Without a doubt every single one of them wrote down the wrong day for the load in. How can 25 people get it wrong you ask? No idea, but the stress of that event was the last straw (I had “had it” with my boss over similar issues before), so I quit. In the end, the customer was satisfied, but I was really pissed off.

  • Jackie September 14, 2009, 11:59 am

    Oops, meant to say I found a note ON the door!!

  • Jarrad Bourger September 14, 2009, 2:08 pm

    My worst day of work has to be the summer of 2004 when I was selling books door to door in South Dakota.. The paticular area of the state that I was working in underwent the most tornados in a single day in the state’s history. I had to take shelter in one of the houses that didn’t buy from me that day as the tornados ripped their town apart.

  • Casey Brazeal (North and Clark) September 14, 2009, 2:12 pm

    @Casey I think the worst days are those whose consequences bleed over into the future. If there is a project that I don’t get done as well as I wished than I may have regret, but the things that really put me on edge are the mistakes that will linger. Its rare that some person or circumstance keeps me up at night (unless I have a new sweety). Usually if I can’t sleep its because I have mishandled something in my work or personal life and I can’t figure out how to put it right.

    While some say anticipation can be better than realization in the realm of what is pleasing, I would say that the opposite is also true. When one knows that they will have to suffer the consequences of their mistakes that, to me, is generally worse than the consequences themselves.

    Anticipation can mean some bad

  • Larissa September 14, 2009, 2:52 pm

    @Casey Yeah, the kids whose parents pay $26,000 a year for boarding school only have to share a room with one other person, or they have a private room. From what I remember, we put two sets of bunk beds into each room. 🙂

  • Suzannah-Write It Sideways September 14, 2009, 3:17 pm

    During my summers off from university, I used to work as a custodian at a national park. My favourite cousin worked in the same department, so we had some good laughs.

    One day, we got an ’emergency call’ down to the main restroom block. A toilet, plugged to the brim with poo, had overflowed and was quickly swamping the entire floor. My cousin and I spent the next half hour alternately plunging, flushing, and dry-heaving, whilst we stood ankle deep in some park-goer’s waste.

    In retrospect, it’s hilarious. Yeah, not-so-much at the time.

  • Tim September 14, 2009, 3:51 pm

    Hi Josh:

    My worst day at work has to be the day I got laid off from my favorite job (two jobs ago). It took me years to find the right company and right culture and then it was gone. It was also the first time I ever got laid off so it was pretty shocking to me.

  • Josh Hanagarne September 14, 2009, 7:04 pm

    Hey everyone. Sorry I wasn’t around to comment today. I just finished the second workout of the day with Adam and am now going to find a nice grave to lie down in. Your responses are hilarious and tragic, as always.

  • Jessica Marie September 15, 2009, 2:32 pm

    My worst day ever was while I was a librarian. It was New Year’s Eve and our little town had decided that the library should stay open until midnight for the town celebration even though patrons couldn’t check out books after 6pm. Every 5 minutes some one would come in and say “Can I check out a book or use the internet?” and we would have to say no. The librarians had to stay to watch over everything. At 11am I got a phone call from my brother telling me that his son had died. I was still at work and had to find someone to cover for me before going to the hospital to comfort my family.

  • Carmen September 18, 2009, 11:55 am

    My worst work day was roughly 12 years ago. I worked for a large company who had an strick, unwritten dress code. Very conservative. I was new and not aware. The second week I went in wearing a suit with a skort (pant-dress). I was asked to go home and change. I came back the same day and the diamond popped out of my wedding ring while I was in the giant rolling file cabinets. It was a full carot and never found.