Worst. Job. Ever.

Although the only true cure to a terrible job is to quit, temporary relief can often be found through the age-old art of bitching. Which is why, though the jobs I did for the book have all ended, I still enjoy complaining whenever someone asks me, "So, what was the worst job you did?"

Strangely, it wasn't the time I looked like a germ-phobic serial killer, getting ready to carve up a body in a room that I'd already disinfected and covered with plastic wrap.

Nor was my worst job stooped over...