What is the only job in the world that you would never take on no matter how much you get paid? Why?

Updated on : December 8, 2021 by Semaj Barnett



What is the only job in the world that you would never take on no matter how much you get paid? Why?

When I was 10 my mother gave birth to my third sister and I swore blindly that I would never change a baby's diaper, but that didn't last because 18 years later, guess what, my daughter came along and, well, sometimes a father has to do what a father has to do.

Kids themselves aside, cleaning someone else's ass isn't something that particularly appeals to me, so caring for dementia patients isn't on my wish list, as is cleaning someone else's bathroom.

I'm also not particularly interested in vacuuming, cleaning, tidying, polishing, cooking, doing laundry, doing dishes, or fixing my bed comforter, but I just know

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When I was 10 my mother gave birth to my third sister and I swore blindly that I would never change a baby's diaper, but that didn't last because 18 years later, guess what, my daughter came along and, well, sometimes a father has to do what a father has to do.

Kids themselves aside, cleaning someone else's ass isn't something that particularly appeals to me, so caring for dementia patients isn't on my wish list, as is cleaning someone else's bathroom.

I'm also not particularly interested in vacuuming, cleaning, tidying up, polishing, cooking, doing laundry, doing dishes, or fixing the comforter on my bed, but just because I don't like wasting energy unnecessarily doesn't mean they don't. t finish, eventually. That's why God invented take-out meals, fast food, and maids, but since I don't have a maid, I have to do all of those things myself.

Apparently I'm not very good at cleaning kitchen work surfaces. I estimate that I spent a good 30 minutes reviewing mine while anxiously awaiting the arrival of my 2 sisters from the USA whom I hadn't seen for a few years, and the first thing one of them did when she arrived was clean up. kitchen work surfaces. I must admit I was a bit upset, and I said 'you know I spent 30 minutes with them', to which she replied 'well, clearly, not long enough'.

However, in terms of low-paying, miserable, and soul-destroying occupations, I took several low-skilled jobs during college vacations and between software engineering and support contract assignments, including postman, conveyor belt operator. factory and shelf stacker, scrap sifter, mortgage recorder, double glazing salesman, white truck delivery driver, computer and appliance sales assistant, construction society complaint letter handling, cold bed vendor, farmers claims processing with the Rural Payments Agency, all of which I hated, but hey, when your back is against the wall and you have starving kids and a mortgage to feed, sometimes you have no other choice .

I once worked in a pizzeria. I was 17 years old and I really wanted to earn money for myself, prove the value of cash and work. I had bad ideas, you will see why

So I went to the interview and the guy just started selling me the job. I was supposed to be a pizza helper, I said what could go wrong?

Shifts were 16 hours the first day, then the next day off.

All I knew is that I just had to prepare the ingredients for the pizza.

I got there and noticed that they had a big problem with the employees, they were lacking. For about 2-3 hours I cut the mozzarella and then a genius decided not to

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I once worked in a pizzeria. I was 17 years old and I really wanted to earn money for myself, prove the value of cash and work. I had bad ideas, you will see why

So I went to the interview and the guy just started selling me the job. I was supposed to be a pizza helper, I said what could go wrong?

Shifts were 16 hours the first day, then the next day off.

All I knew is that I just had to prepare the ingredients for the pizza.

I got there and noticed that they had a big problem with the employees, they were lacking. For about 2-3 hours I cut mozzarella and then a genius decided I had to use a professional meat slicer.

(my dad once cut his finger really bad on one of these)

Now imagine putting a 17 year old boy to cut meat in this machine, this is not how you take care of your employees. I was moving very slowly with the machine so they didn't cut me off, but my teammates didn't like that.

Later I also had to stick my whole arm in a pizza oven which was very tight (this was theoretically not even my job), it was very scary.

(it was this size, but I guarantee you it didn't even look half as good as this one)

Later I even got burned on a pizza plate, decided to hit it up and just peel some potatoes and cut up some meat, this time manually.

After 8 hours I was completely exhausted, my legs ached, standing for so long was very tiring. He had really bad posture all the time, which he hated. All the staff were screaming in the kitchen, it was a completely toxic environment for me.

I decided to just say "fuck it." I climbed the stairs, slowly, so that no one could see me. There were the changing rooms. My heart was racing right now. I decided to find a way out first, then change. (heart raced even more) I found a back exit.

I changed my clothes, went through my things twice so I could go. Then I ran towards the exit and suddenly I heard a lady shout from behind:

"YOUNG maaan, what are you doing?"

* laughs * Oh boy…. let's think of something ...

`` My mom was in a car accident, okay, please let me go! ''

'' That door is closed, go back to the one in front ''

'' No ma'am, this door is open '' (genius me)

I ran to freedom, except for the fact that the door exited right at the front of the kitchen, which had windows. I think probably all the staff saw me.

But I didn't care, I just ran home. I was very embarrassed, but this did not last long.

I never went back there and I never will. Those were my first and last hours of working in a kitchen.

Andrei Ţaga

PS: This really made me respect people who work in a kitchen a lot. At least it taught me something good.

Be a mother

When I look back at what my mom has done for me, and is still doing, in some way, I can't imagine putting as much effort into a little shit like me.

It's harder than running an entire company, from what I see!

  • First, you have no salary, only kisses and an occasional hug. But for that you have to bribe your children.
  • Second, I think managing me was more difficult than managing any employee that has ever existed. Attendance must be constantly monitored and is often not respected. Paradoxically, you also have to keep me running, feed me, and provide me with tools.
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Be a mother

When I look back at what my mom has done for me, and is still doing, in some way, I can't imagine putting as much effort into a little shit like me.

It's harder than running an entire company, from what I see!

  • First, you have no salary, only kisses and an occasional hug. But for that you have to bribe your children.
  • Second, I think managing me was more difficult than managing any employee that has ever existed. Attendance must be constantly monitored and is often not respected. Paradoxically, you also have to keep me running, feed me, and provide me with tools. Sometimes I'm even asking for my own salary! Isn't it absurd ...
  • Third, if you have minor children, you must simultaneously keep several agendas, including appointments, tasks, etc.
  • Fourth, you need to accumulate the skills of:
    - nutritionist,
    - hygiene inspector,
    - doctor, supervisor,
    - secretary,
    - love provider,
    - entertainer
    and much more.

If, on top of that, and I know a lot of moms do that, you add another job, thus helping to build your career, then I guess that makes you a superhero. Or some kind of multitasking genius.

Edit: Sorry, before writing this I did not read Lara l Lord's answer, which is about surrogate mothers.

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What is the only job in the world that you would never take on no matter how much you get paid? Why?

Collector. Not bailiffs or other court officials, but cockroaches harassing you for things you shouldn't, even with the facts wedged into a brick and tucked into their tiny skulls.

Debt collectors occupy the lowest level of the swamp and are perhaps even deeper than politicians and the street press.

I have come across several debt collectors, some examples:

  • One who contacted me multiple times via email, letters, phone, and text messages about a debt that wasn't even at my address. The scum had linked the to
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What is the only job in the world that you would never take on no matter how much you get paid? Why?

Collector. Not bailiffs or other court officials, but cockroaches harassing you for things you shouldn't, even with the facts wedged into a brick and tucked into their tiny skulls.

Debt collectors occupy the lowest level of the swamp and are perhaps even deeper than politicians and the street press.

I have come across several debt collectors, some examples:

  • One who contacted me multiple times via email, letters, phone, and text messages about a debt that wasn't even at my address. The scum had linked the address of a property I rented and then decided to try to pester me about the money a deceased tenant owed his client for electricity.
  • Another tried to go after me for a debt he bought from a satellite entertainment provider. This was the princely sum of £ 32. The invoice had not been paid because the installer had prepared the job and the kit failed three times in about a year.
  • After my mother died, a cockroach came out of the pile and tried to shake me for something it should.
  • A parking ticket that they tried to inflate and got their names and addresses wrong. These guys weren't even registered.
  • An electricity company that tried to charge the landlord and the tenant, because they sent two bills each time.

All of the above are true pond dwellers and I love hitting them where it hurts. I could never join a job that has such unethical and illegal ways of working. If you have proven debt, that's fine. When you don't, that scum shows up.

There are some jobs that I would never take, however one that strikes me is a cosmetics tester (on animals). Cosmetic animal testing is a type of animal testing used to test the safety of cosmetic products for human use.

In the UK and EU, it is illegal to sell / trade cosmetic products if the product or ingredients have been tested on animals. The law in the UK was enacted in 1998 and across the EU in 2013 as part of the EU (Cosmetics) Regulation 1223/2009 because animal-free methods were created.

I would never become an animal cosmetic tester because I don't agree with that. This I

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There are some jobs that I would never take, however one that strikes me is a cosmetics tester (on animals). Cosmetic animal testing is a type of animal testing used to test the safety of cosmetic products for human use.

In the UK and EU, it is illegal to sell / trade cosmetic products if the product or ingredients have been tested on animals. The law in the UK was enacted in 1998 and across the EU in 2013 as part of the EU (Cosmetics) Regulation 1223/2009 because animal-free methods were created.

I would never become an animal cosmetic tester because I don't agree with that. This is because I hate harm to animals, partly because I have a great love for animals since I was young, especially when it comes to cosmetics, which are not essential. When testing cosmetics on animals it often causes unnecessary pain / damage so there is no chance that I would help in this by getting a job in the industry as that would surely make me a hypocrite and go against my morals.

One reason for (opposing my views) animal testing is that companies test on animals when sued by injured customers; they can provide data to defend themselves. Although some courts have ruled that the FDA has not shown that animal test results can support injury in humans. However, one reason that supports mine is that these tests can cause considerable pain and distress, pain relief is not provided, and, at the end of a test, the animals die. This supports my views.

There are alternatives to animal testing, as I mentioned above, which include over 50 different alternative methods /

Strategies have been developed. Three examples are human volunteer studies, computer models (often called in silico models, which are ultra-fast and can predict the toxicity of a new chemical better than standard animal tests), and in vitro tests (versatile, cost-effective, sophisticated

tests using human cells and tissues, which take about two weeks to analyze, less than four weeks for an animal trial).


If there are effective alternatives to animal testing, why should people be cruel to these animals in other countries? It's not okay, I would never want to have a job in this industry.

Stay strong c:

Alice Lindsay.

Ok, years ago my husband and I were shopping at a local mall, and one of those college kids with clipboards stopped us doing surveys for advertisers during the summer. She said it would only take five minutes, so we agreed. (She lied.)

He took us back to a windowless office space, smoky and smoky deep in the bowels of the mall. Then he gave us a preview of the upcoming movie, "Elf." He then kept us for half an hour, analyzing and rating, not the trailer itself, but the individual scenes within the trailer. Did you find this 4-second clip more emotionally competitive?

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Ok, years ago my husband and I were shopping at a local mall, and one of those college kids with clipboards stopped us doing surveys for advertisers during the summer. She said it would only take five minutes, so we agreed. (She lied.)

He took us back to a windowless office space, smoky and smoky deep in the bowels of the mall. Then he gave us a preview of the upcoming movie, "Elf." He then kept us for half an hour, analyzing and rating, not the trailer itself, but the individual scenes within the trailer. “Did you find this 4-second clip more emotionally compelling than that one? Why? Explain?"

(Emotionally compelling? It's "Elf" for crying out loud. We finally started making things up just to get out of there).

Anyhoo. We were pretty grumpy by the end. When he finished, my husband made a sarcastic comment about the futility of his job. She cheerfully told us it was just a summer job, but her next neighboring cubicle had been doing it for eleven years.

Eleven years! No wonder it looked so grim.

So that's the job. His work. I don't know what it's called, but I could never pay myself enough to spend eleven years, or even a single summer, working that job that was obviously not meaningful, enjoyable, or well-compensated. Whenever I have a bad day at my own job, I think about him.

By the way, as a semi-practicing Christian, that job is my current view of hell. Spending eternity in a dreary, windowless room, littered with old cigarette butts and sizzling fluorescent lights, trying to convince grumpy shoppers to find depth and meaning in banal Christmas movie trailers.

Much more compelling than Dante, don't you think?

Trick question.

It could do a lot of work. After all, I am a more or less complete and healthy semi-adult man, with all my arms and legs still attached, my vision does not fail me, my brain still works and is of some use. I could do manual work, I could do mental work, I could fix things, I could talk to people, I could code, draw, design, etc., and so on. And I'm a quick learner, so even when entering a new field, it's only a matter of days or hours until I'm good or at least decent at it.

Now what would I do? This is more complicated. As in recent years, I try to avoid working manually (Mel

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Trick question.

It could do a lot of work. After all, I am a more or less complete and healthy semi-adult man, with all my arms and legs still attached, my vision does not fail me, my brain still works and is of some use. I could do manual work, I could do mental work, I could fix things, I could talk to people, I could code, draw, design, etc., and so on. And I'm a quick learner, so even when entering a new field, it's only a matter of days or hours until I'm good or at least decent at it.

Now what would I do? This is more complicated. Looking at the last few years, I'm trying to avoid working manually (Mel can throw something at me now). And it's not just about laziness, either. My personal friend works in a factory, for about my own pay, only I am sitting near a PC with Internet access and a lot of free time, and he risks every day leaving his fingers there, suffering permanent damage to the eyes. or something similar. Do I want to do the same? Not really. Probably not even for triple pay.

Similarly, I'd like to avoid jobs where I have to interact with people from now on (my last month here is coming to an end). You know: employees, salespeople, teachers, managers. I thought I could do that and did it for several years in a row, but now a little chat with someone has become incredibly exhausting. People are nice, but I prefer to get away from them now. Give me a room and several hours in silence, then you will get results. That is what I plan to do starting next month.

Now, the one job he definitely couldn't do?

That would be, as Lara l Lord said, being a surrogate mother. Because reasons.

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This question goes to a key point in Merrick Furst's work with Georgia Tech entrepreneurs. Understanding clients in terms of what they can't do is one way to uncover authentic demand and start a potentially successful company.

You can't help but do the things that make you who you are. If you are the king in a game of chess, then the job you can't stop doing is surviving. The king can be a powerful attacking piece or it can protect other pieces. But attacking and protecting are optional, they are jobs the king can avoid. Surviving is different; the king can't not survive, because i

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This question goes to a key point in Merrick Furst's work with Georgia Tech entrepreneurs. Understanding clients in terms of what they can't do is one way to uncover authentic demand and start a potentially successful company.

You can't help but do the things that make you who you are. If you are the king in a game of chess, then the job you can't stop doing is surviving. The king can be a powerful attacking piece or it can protect other pieces. But attacking and protecting are optional, they are jobs the king can avoid. Surviving is different; the king cannot not survive, because if he is checkmated, then the game is over and he can no longer be himself. In our lives, you cannot be a writer without writing, or a developer without developing.

This sounds simple, but there are three things that complicate it:

First, many of the things that we are are hidden. We hide them from others because they expose vulnerabilities, we hide them from ourselves out of shame, or we simply don't have the necessary self-knowledge. It can be very difficult to figure out what people are.

Second, many of the things we think or say we are are lazy labels. Maybe I call myself a programmer, but actually I spend my days managing programmers or evaluating other people's work, and actually writing lines of code is something I have no problem avoiding.

Third, paradoxically, we often do not do what we cannot avoid doing. People can't help eating, but there are a lot of hungry people. Some musicians cannot avoid playing music because they spend their days driving taxis or waiting tables.

These people have internal or external limitations that prevent them from being who they are. Think of it as gravity. A marble placed in a bowl cannot but rest at the lowest point of the bowl. That's essential for the marble, but the world around it could intervene with one restriction: Maybe a cat hits the marble or someone is holding it against the side of the bowl. A product is a constraint remover. If I am a music listener, an iPod is a restriction remover. If I am a worker at the center, the bus removes the limitations. If I am an educator, a textbook removes the limitations.

When you know what a group of people is, you have something you can trust to build a business. In a game of chess, you cannot count on the king to attack or defend, but you can count on him to avoid checkmate. Understanding what customers are works more reliably like offering people a good value proposition or making people love your product.

Once you've discovered a group of people (a market) who are X but are restricted, internally or externally, from being X, then if you design a product that removes those restrictions, people will buy it based on who they are. is it so. For an entrepreneur, that is the key that unlocks innovation. Your product is not something people like (love is fickle). It's not something with a high-value proposition (people can't be counted on to make rational decisions). Instead, it is a door that people walk through on their way to where they are going.

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Except for menial jobs mentioned in other answers, one job I know for sure I can't do is TEACH.

I do not want to disrespect teachers, trainers and teachers. I know it is an honorable 6 figure salaried job all over the world. But this is not my cup of tea. It is a job that requires:

  1. Patience. A teacher needs a lot of patience to teach a subject, over and over again for the rest of his life. I can't live such a monotonous life.
  2. Tolerance. The ability to handle stupid questions day after day, without losing your cool.
  3. Swallowing your pride You are lecturing on a topic that
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Except for menial jobs mentioned in other answers, one job I know for sure I can't do is TEACH.

I do not want to disrespect teachers, trainers and teachers. I know it is an honorable 6 figure salaried job all over the world. But this is not my cup of tea. It is a job that requires:

  1. Patience. A teacher needs a lot of patience to teach a subject, over and over again for the rest of his life. I can't live such a monotonous life.
  2. Tolerance. The ability to handle stupid questions day after day, without losing your cool.
  3. Swallowing your pride You are lecturing on a topic that you are passionate about and you see them yawning, sleeping, doodling, or waving their cell phones. It simply means that you are sharing your knowledge with those who don't even value it a little.
  4. Perplexed between social service and personal gain. Simply put, what fees should you charge? About 7 years ago I did freelance work where I had to train some young people in IT technology and prepare them for work - 2 month session, 20k per student. A pure side hustle at night. Sounds like easy money, right? Here's the kicker, most of my students were newly graduated engineers, desperately looking for work. In the free introductory session, instead of technology, they mainly complained about their poverty, as if their parents had sold land and taken considerable loans to obtain an engineering degree, now they need this IT job. So, on their behalf, I used to ask the training company (many are in Bangalore) to lower their fees and deduct the money from my fees. Later I learned that everyone was playing this homeless card. And they were so authentic in their act in front of me, it was hard to figure out who of them are free chargers and who are really in need. Sometimes I felt that I was exploiting a poor child, and again I felt that I was being scammed by a group of children. Rather than sharing knowledge, my mind was primarily occupied with these financial trustees. So I gave up. That's the case, I suppose, applicable to any professional coach. Whether they are entrance exam coaches or tuition teachers. A balancing act between consciousness and commerce. I still get calls from the training company, but I refuse to continue to do so. It's not worth it at all! and on another occasion I felt that a group of children was deceiving me. Rather than sharing knowledge, my mind was primarily occupied with these financial trustees. So I gave up. That's the case, I suppose, applicable to any professional coach. Whether they are entrance exam coaches or tuition teachers. A balancing act between consciousness and commerce. I still get calls from the training company, but I refuse to continue to do so. It's not worth it at all! and on another occasion I felt that a group of children was deceiving me. Rather than sharing knowledge, my mind was primarily occupied with these financial trustees. So I gave up. That's the case, I suppose, applicable to any professional coach. Whether they are entrance exam coaches or tuition teachers. A balancing act between consciousness and commerce. I still get calls from the training company, but I refuse to continue to do so. It's not worth it at all! but I refuse to continue to do so. It's not worth it at all! but I refuse to continue to do so. It's not worth it at all!

Again, I don't mean disrespecting teachers. But, (1) if you are the smartest guy in the room, then you are in the wrong room. And apparently, (2) a teacher is supposed to be the smartest guy in the classroom.

If both comments are true, then he is not a teacher who risks his intelligence and walks a path of stupidity by constantly keeping himself in the company of the ignorant. Just a thought, but I'd love to be proved wrong here. So leave your conflicting views in the comment.

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Abhijeet.

My first summer job here in the UK was a 6 week bread delivery round in the late 80's, it wasn't physically exhausting but the hours were long. I only worked 2 days a week, but I worked 17 hours a day, so in those 2 days I was almost working a week of 5, let's say in relation to the hours. I got up at 3 a.m. M., At work at 4 a.m. M. And it didn't end until 9 p.m. M., One time we didn't finish until 11 p.m. M.

I also saw a view that I really wish I couldn't see, one of the places we delivered to was a nude camp, I was now 15 years old at the time and before giving birth there for the first time, I had tall pictures

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My first summer job here in the UK was a 6 week bread delivery round in the late 80's, it wasn't physically exhausting but the hours were long. I only worked 2 days a week, but I worked 17 hours a day, so in those 2 days I was almost working a week of 5, let's say in relation to the hours. I got up at 3 a.m. M., At work at 4 a.m. M. And it didn't end until 9 p.m. M., One time we didn't finish until 11 p.m. M.

I also saw a sight that I really wish I couldn't see, one of the places we delivered to was a nude camp, I was now 15 at the time and before giving birth there for the first time, I had tall pictures, beautiful blondes playing volleyball. The sad truth is that it was nothing of the kind, I remember once a naked woman with morbid obesity who tried to chase the delivery truck, because she thought we were leaving. We were actually getting there, but the sight of all that naked flesh rippling as it chased us is forever etched in my brain.

She was similar in age and size to the woman in the photo, but imagine her naked and running towards you.

Aside from the horror of naked fat people, the main reason I quit was my low salary, I was paid £ 20 for 34 hours of work, which equates to just over 58 pence an hour, or 76 US cents. .

I can't be a waitress to save my life if I had to.

Now I have nothing against work; in fact, I admire their ability to maneuver through small spaces between tables while carrying heavy trays with dishes stacked, but rarely spoiled. If it were me, I assure you that the loss I would cause for all the cups and plates that I would break would almost always exceed my salary.

When I was little, I used to inform my mother that I had lost my office supplies because I had dropped them somewhere. She had me checked for holes in my hands that we couldn't see. Nothing was found.

My first job interview ha

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I can't be a waitress to save my life if I had to.

Now I have nothing against work; in fact, I admire their ability to maneuver through small spaces between tables while carrying heavy trays with dishes stacked, but rarely spoiled. If it were me, I assure you that the loss I would cause for all the cups and plates that I would break would almost always exceed my salary.

When I was little, I used to inform my mother that I had lost my office supplies because I had dropped them somewhere. She had me checked for holes in my hands that we couldn't see. Nothing was found.

My first job interview had gone very well, but when I got up to leave, I hit the table so hard they dropped their glass. I apologized profusely; They smiled kindly at me as they put away what they could from the flooded table.

In my current job, people don't drop things, they do a “Ruchika”. My adorable teammates try really hard to stifle laughter whenever my bottle hits the floor or my pen flies across the room. In fact, recently our merchandise manager had a sample of a glass water bottle and wasn't sure if it would be a popular item in the store. My team suggested that he let me have the bottle and if it was still good after a month I could sell it with an 'unbreakable design' guarantee.

So yeah, if you like to eat quiet and dry, you won't want to eat where I'm waiting tables.

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