I’m not asking about the worst job. I’m asking about the grimmest one. For me it was when in my teenage years I was making candles you would put on a grave. Most of the time is was just filling the form, burn the right shape and passing it forward. But sometimes I had to fill in for a person who was selling these things, and that is where it gets grim. It was decades ago but I still remember one lady who asked what would be the best candle to memorialize her late husband. And she gave me the whole life story of her and her husband. I shit you not, it was the most touching love story I have ever heard. I quit the next day.
I had a gig as a tattoo artist at a comic con. Tattoos are not my thing and didn’t seek it as a true job, but I know other people still consider it a pastime, realized I wasn’t bad at it, and was able to meet up with people who said they’d put me in the position, plus I had to get some service done. At least fifty people from the area have gone public with how nice things played out with this unbecoming Maylu-Sakurai-cosplaying woman (probably the only time I’ll do that cosplay) fulfilling their requests.