What's the worst job you've ever had?

I sprinkled mud onto potatoes that had already been washed, so they'd look freshly dug when they hit the supermarket.

Most depressing holiday job I've ever had.

There are some terrible jobs on here, but this, this is so brilliantly, horribly futile, incomprehensibly pointless.

I spent a week working the business end of the

mexep 2000, the actual name of the machine is repressed deep down inside me, which was a grinding

horror that separated tiny scraps of chicken meat from splinters of bone. The chicken was delivered

in frozen 10 kilogram blocks. Me and three or four other chosen ones had the task of breaking up the

gore block with a chisel and feeding it into the mechanical moor. One day, one of our blocks

consisted entirely of wishbones, thousands of them. I've had terrible jobs, but nothing compares

to this guy that called into a radio contest for worst job titles, as his was Chicken Butthole

Remover. He stood on the slaughter line and made sure the carcasses were butthole-free. If they

weren't, it was his job to fix it. Tell us why you won this job. Well, I've always been

passionate about not eating chicken buttholes, so I figured I could do some good in the world.

Just making sure one family doesn't accidentally consume chicken poo strainer is enough for me.

Dancing Bear. I was a waiter at a kid's restaurant which had a bear as its mascot.

The new guy had to be The Bear on their first day, which meant putting on a massive bear costume

over our waiter's

uniform, including a huge fur head that you could barely see out of. You were then led around the

place to wave at the parents and play with the kids once per hour. If you spoke, you were fired,

as some of these kids were returned customers who would recognize the waiter's voice.

Wanting to impress my boss, I really hemmed it up. I danced, I gestured, I goofed around, I sat on a

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