The worst job I ever had lasted a week, thank God. It involved pulling staples from bank applications. All you did was take a stack of 20 applications, pull the staples, and rip the pages apart, hour after hour. There was a quota too, but I can't remember what it was (I didn't meet it). I told the agency that I would never do that job again. It was the most demeaning job ever for a person with a Master's. And you had to dress up to do it.
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