So the L.A. Business Journal‘s taking nominations for “Best Workplace in Los Angeles,” and this got me thinking: What’s the worst job?
Skid Row paramedic? Janitor at Farmer John’s? Personal slave to an 8-figure-earning tyrant with multiple addictions?
You bitch and moan about your workplace, your boss, your co-workers all the time, but now’s your chance to share. Tell us why you have the worst job in the worst workplace in Los Angeles.
We’ll leave comments open on this post for a week to collect your anecdotes about workplace Hell-A. At the very end, blogging.la staffers will take a vote …
If we agree you have the the absolute worst job in Los Angeles, we’ll treat you to the stiffest drink on the menu at Tiki-Ti (may we suggest the tiki-traditional “Suffering Bastard”?) and some very sympathetic ears.
Just a few rules …
The Worst Job in Los Angeles
- Keep it real. Most bad jobs are evil enough without embellishment and – besides – bullshit always smells like bullshit. Skip the fiction and stick to the ugly facts.
- Don’t name names. If your workplace is hell because of a boss or specific co-workers, you’d better not accuse them by name (or title) of anything criminal, negligent or even unpleasant – unless you can afford a libel lawyer sharp enough to help prove in court what you say is true. (Have you seen the cost of a good lawyer lately?)
Remember – on the internet, you own your own words, and they can’t be deleted once you post them.
- Age 21 and older, please. No matter how much you’ve suffered, bartenders just won’t serve 20 and younger.
So that’s it. Post away. The floggings will continue until morale improves. Might as well sing a little, right?