30 People Share The Worst And Craziest First Day At Work They Had

I was working in a hog slaughterhouse when I was 18 years old. Clean up duty was the job I was given, so it was my duty to dump all the scrap bins from each work station. All these scraps ended up in a big pit with an auger at the bottom to grind and into a slop and send off to a rendering plant which turned this product into even more unspeakable things (pet food, animal feed etc). I was the last to go for lunch since I was to clean/dump scraps from each station before heading off. Last thing to dump was a massive wheel barrow (about 5 times the size of a regular yard work wheel barrow) full of pigs heads. There was a drain hole in the floor, me rushing to dump, hits the drain and about 60 heads fly all on the floor. So I spent my lunch collecting the heads back into the barrow. Needless to say I went for a bathroom break, got changed, cleaned up and f****d off out of there. Keep my pay, I said. Ha!

Back when I was in college, I started working at a certain sort of call-center.

My first day was emotional hell, and not just for me.

See, this wasn't a sales gig in the traditional sense: I had been hired to be a "talent scout" for an incredibly shady organization that was trying to hoodwink unsuspecting parents into purchasing "acting and modeling lessons" for their kids. My job involved calling people, enthusiastically reciting a script, then booking marks into "one of our last remaining slots." The children and their parents would arrive on a weekend, go through a fake audition (complete with fake casting agents), and then be instructed to call a given number on Monday morning.

That number would connect people right back to the call-center.

Hopeful "applicants" be told that the "casting agent" had *loved* the child's audition, but that said child needed some additional training before they were ready for the screen. Parents would then be suckered into paying thousands of dollars for twelve days' worth of completely worthless classes... and if a kid missed even one session, they would be summarily expelled (unless their guardians paid even more money to reinstate them).

Anyway, I started working on a Wednesday. By that evening, I was feeling physically sick, and I was kept awake by guilt-ridden nightmares. I struggled through Thursday, then quit on Friday morning.

Had I stayed any longer, I'm sure that my soul would have withered and died.

**TL;DR: I could only handle three days as a call-center con-artist.**

I did an internship at a geotechnical engineering firm one summer and after my initial orientation they had me drive out to meet some one on a coring job. It was way out in the sticks on a hot day, maybe 101 or higher. The place was out in the mountains on a massive piece of private property, like over 10k acres, it was a collection of wineries. We do the job and they wanted me to leave early to avoid overtime on my first day so they told me to drive home on my own and gave me some very basic directions on how to get out of this maze of mountains. The only real direction I was given was when you get to Y intersection go down not up, I leave, get to a Y intersection and go down. I guess it was a different Y intersection. I realized pretty quickly I went the wrong way but couldn’t turn around because I was on a tight unpaved mountain road that was too narrow to turn around. I drive a few miles try to turn around in a larger spot and get the truck stuck. No one knew where I was and I had no cell service and no water and it was probably 5 plus miles back to the job site. I started walking because I thought I heard a road and sure enough there was a rarely used public road not far from me. Eventually I sat on a log and considered the real possibility I might not make it back, I was starting to get disorientated due to exhaustion and dehydration. I collapsed on the side of the road eventually until some one drove down the road and saw me, they picked me up and dropped me off and the nearest gas station where I got some water and called my boss. The next day I had to go with a bunch of trucks to get my truck back. They didn’t fire me either

My first day at Menards, a home improvement store typically in the Midwest, they give you this little introduction. I was 5 months pregnant and was having really severe nausea and pain, and was just trying to get through the first day the best I could. They spoke about how their turn over rate was over 50% and it was a goal to get it down.

My second day, I told them I had a doctors appointment well before and when I told them I needed to leave for the appointment, they told me I would be written up for leaving early. I told them to go ahead, it was an appointment for my baby and I wasn’t going to miss it.

My third day, I showed up and they told me that since I missed 2 hours of a shift, they had to suspend me. I told them to eat a d**k, handed them my badge and apron, and left.

Never f*****g work at menards.

It wasn’t her first day at the job it it was her first day covering my office. I told her whatever she does do NOT pull the panic button (unless it’s a reason to panic) of course she randomly decides to pull it in the middle of the day- doesn’t answer when the company calls for the code so of course it prompts the police to show up. It’s a psychiatrist office so many of the patients have issues with police for various reasons causing patients to get upset and panic, doctors to get mad and the police to be annoyed because they are questioning her and she’s acting stupid. When I got back to work they told me that she thought I said pull the button to make the computer work better. The button is not connected to or near the computer whatsoever.

Oh man.

Virgin Megastore - when those were still a thing. I applied not really expecting a call because it was a giant mall store and that's just kind of how it went.

Manager calls me a week after I applied. Asked me to come into an interview. I told him I was sick as a dog. I had the flu, chills, puking, aches... the whole nine yards. He was enthusiast and asked me to come in anyway. I needed the money badly and the mall was only down the street. He insisted I come in. Whatever, if we can make it quick.

I go in for the interview. It's a group interview. He failed to mention this. I'm doing my best to keep my distance from everyone while he asked the standard mall employer/corporate questions. "Why do you want to work here? How passionate about music/media are you? What does Virgin Megastore mean to *you*? Why do you want to join *our* family.

Me: Ugh. Man. Either give me the job or don't but I need to go rest.

Manager: Nah, c'mon! We're going to do a floor tour!

Me: I don't have that in me. I need to go.

Manager: Well, if you stay and last a whole shift, you're hired! C'mon, let's hit the floor!

Me: vomits

Manager:

Me:

Me: I'm going home.

They never called me again. But I was paid for the interview. All 40 mins of it.

First corporate job. We had these large metal coffee urns in the break room on the floor. You put the grounds in the cup thing and hit a button because they were piped into the water line.

What I did not know was that it would run a cycle for each button push, I pushed it twice in a row and left for it to brew. When I came back it had doubled up and overflowed and there was coffee everywhere. Day one.

I worked in a Kmart and the first day I saw a bulletin regarding a secret shopper who approached an associate stocking shelves and asked for assistance. He told her to f**k off. Yeah, I realized that morale at that store was nonexistent.

I was being trained on how to clean cages for Pet Smart before the store opens. First day. Manager hands me one of the Russian dwarf hamsters to hold. Hamster jumped out of my hand and hit the floor. Her eye popped out. Not all the way but still bulging out of socket in bizarre way. I was crying and saying sorry over and over and the manager LAUGHED at me and said "don't worry! It's just a hamster!".....

Dishwasher at a small breakfast place when I was 14. Didnt tell me I had to supply my own gloves and the dishwasher was right at the egress of the breakfast bar so I had to constantly keeping hopping out of the way of the waitstaff as they came back to grab plates. No sink, just a soapy bucket of water and a industrial dishwasher that was more akin to an autoclave than your regular dishwasher. each time i opened it steam would come pouring out - I was sweating my a*s off. I burned my hand so bad the first time I grabbed a plate out of there. And the special for my first day was beer battered shrimp. they were floating around in the bucket and sticking to my arms.