I've only had one proper job, but it sucked.
It was at a gastropub, which basically means you are a slave, serving drinks and food to people. I wouldn't have minded if it wasn't for:
-The clientele were perverted
-I was expected to tolerate their continual remarks about my breasts, legs and bum. Not to mention one guy actually grabbed me, grabbed my arse, tried to kiss me, and when I shoved him off me he complained that I was rude to my manager (he got kicked out but still £6.50 an hour is not enough money for that ****)
-When I complained my manager told me it was a) my fault for basically being a girl and b) I just had to learn to live with it
-The hours were bad. I would do 12 hour shifts, on my feet for 11 and a half of those hours, finish at 2am and not get home til 3:30am only to have work again at 9am. Basically, I was a zombie
-Due to being a zombie, I was told I didn't show enough enthusiasm for being slave driven
-I was working like 6 or even 7 days a week, covering other people's shifts and everything, but that wasn't good enough for them
- One of the managers had a habit of losing his temper. He was nasty to everyone, and the day he snapped at me I snapped right back, he then marched into the kitchen and kicked a crate across the floor into the fridge, leaving a dent in the door, and the next day he had a go at the kitchen staff for denting the door
-In addition to these problems, there were the occupational hazards of smelling like beer, spilling stuff down myself all the time, my feet and back aching, burning my hands, dealing with ******* customers and generally being a skivvy to everyone else.
-Then I got sacked for a lack of enthusiasm! Ohhh I wonder why!