As an off shoot of the most dangerous job thread.

What's the most boring job you've held. Mine was the same as my answer to the dangerous thread. 6 hours in a dive chamber for a table 6, and the owner only allowed ABBA music to be played.

Combat zones are the most exciting and boring places to work. Hours of boredom followed by minutes of pure adrenalin.

The one I have now- bread baker.

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And I will also add In Correctional Officer. It was the same exact way boring, boring, boring, rush of excitement, boring, etc......

Fresh outa HS , running a stamping press , stamping logos on plumb bobs .



I was ready to slash my wrists after the third hour

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Bartender for 3 months.  Had maybe four customers the entire time I worked there.

Summer job.  Worked on an assembly line at a TDK plant.  I packaged 8mm video tapes all damn day long.  You just zoned out and let your mind wander while you worked.

Pinkerton security guard on midnights at an office building in a nice part of town. No one around except for a couple really late or early workers and a bunch of non-English speaking housekeepers. Duty consisted of hourly rounds (which took about ten minutes) to make sure the doors were still all locked up as well as locking up after the housekeepers left.

The used book store was my best friend.  

Just think there is some poor bastard that worked there for 30 years running that stamping machine.

Camera Ops...Fun but boring!

Current job- Quality Control in Aviation.  I use overly complicated computer programs to create useless paperwork for simple fixes/repairs/part replacements. I also spend a great deal of time translating "Engineerese". EX) un-waxed paper tub. That's a paper cup to you and me.

Pulverizer operator for Ridgeway Clocks. I had to watch a coneyor belt that carried wood waste to a huge machine that beat the wood into dust so it could be burnt for energy. Yep, 8 hours a day looking straight down, making sure no clumps clogged up the "mouth" of the pulverizer. If it did clump or jam I had to shut it down, get on the belt or climb into the mouth area and remove the jam.  I remember being so bored I would hold my mouth open after a yawn just to watch my spit drip onto the belt. Oh the joys of being 18 and working 2 jobs

Seasonal Maintenance Worker for the NPS.... 60% of the time it was fun, but every morning for an hour we had janitorial duties (UGH) and weed-eating for 8 hours.... yeah that gets old quick

Orkin man I lasted about 3 months iirc. The extreme boredom of spraying bug killer in mansions and dealing with demanding wealthy people in Vail/Beaver Creek just wasn't for me.

My current one, network admin

Sorter/Packer when I was a kid. Shit sucked. 1 month and I was out.

I was an assistant Manager at a shoe store in a strio mall that got no visitors.  I would be lucky to have 10 people walk through the door during a weekday.

Of course it closed down a few months after I started working there.





Had another job where i had to scan old paper medical records from a multiple hospitals.  You would get a document box, separate the documents into stacks of 250, then run them through a high speed scanner, then inspect scans.... It was really tedious.  

Pulling the night shift while doing Embassy Security in Kabul. And it got worse if you were working ERT.

In 1978 I worked a summer at Eaton MFG in Saginaw MI.



I assembled drive screws for two speed axles.   35yrs later I still have the assembly down cold.



1) insert screw into fixture.

2) slide sleeve onto screw

3) slide nut 3/4 over sleeve

4) with pinky finger, flip lever down to load ball bearings into sleeve

5) turn nut one revolution to capture all six bearings

6) remove assembled drive screw from fixture

7) orient vertically and spin drive nut to bottom of screw while noting it has free flowing motion



92 per hour to meet production requirement, 690 per shift for three months.



There were four of us lined up on a steel table doing this assembly.  It was considered a gravy job at the plant because you were sitting down.  The other three assemblers were old bittys who did not want to hear anything from "summer help". Pissed 'em off royally at the end of summer  when I got loaded up on coffee & sugar and assembled 180 in an hour for an entire shift and for the rest of the week. I continued to exceed production requirements for the week.  Supervisor came around to congratulate the group for doing so well.  Then raised the production quota to 104 per hour.  I was out the door & headed back to college at the end of the week.

Computer operator.  Gave me plenty of time to study.

Disgruntled U.S. Army Recruiter.

I worked as an unarmed security guard for Bell South years ago in one of their office buildings after closing. Absolutely nothing to do. There for a year while going to school. Walked around said hey to the cleaning people and let people in that showed any kinda badge ( I was never given any kind of instructions on who to let in the building, they could've been Russian agents for all I knew ). Napped a lot. The only time I wish I were armed (and the only thing that ever happened) was when I approached a crazy guy in the parking lot (only realized it when I started talking to him). He started yelling at the top of his lungs "I just ***ked my dog!" (Florida).  I walked back in the building and locked the door . Oh yeah... I ran off some skate boarders one night. Company wanted me to enforce newly enacted no-smoking rules for the building but I never really had to. There was always one employee there who would fire up a cig in front of my desk on his way out. I never said anything to him about it and I just smiled and waved (remember I was unarmed and making minimum).

night security guard while in college.   Let's just say I got all my homework done in between rounds.

I interned at a company who makes small electric motors.... My job was to go through their hard copies of drawings, open them in solidworks, then save and file them as a PDF so they could use a new viewer company wide. Sucked.

Hanging parts on a powder-coat line

It was a dangerous facility.

WAY too much weight on that line. (was a chain driven rail, you hung parts on)

That line would wiggle, and wobble and sway, when we would hand these gigantic hospital generator frames on.

Then the line would advance, and these things would be hanging over our heads.

Sold office supplies and furniture for a small local company for two years after my other job closed up.

Go into work check messages, create po's for orders, go out and make sales calls in a limited area until 5 and then come back in and check emails. After the first week you had hit everyone in my area and then I just started to go see movies, play golf, hit the library, and finally I started to just go home for 4 hours and take naps.

My buddies said I had a great job, but to me it was so boring i could not stand it. After 6 months I started hammering the job sites and was out of there in 14 months. Nice people there, but dang it sucked ass.

Subway

Standing post

A friend of mine got a highly coveted job in Chicago as a union elevator operator.
He got the duties of the job down in about two minutes and four days later, he decided not to spend his life in a locked, poorly lit box with stale farts. He walked out.

Various night security jobs in Florida off and on for about 4 years while I got my degree.  I always had difficulty being a serious student, but being trapped at grave yard shifts with nothing else to do forced me to study all the boring course work that I never could have done on my free time.  Ended up with a 3.9 gpa with Honors lmao.

During study breaks I would have to find ways to amuse myself.  One post was a bus terminal and my job was to keep all the hobos out, but without fail there would always be random drunken hobo infestations to deal with.  Having compassion I would opt to use the extremely loud speaker PA system to gently awaken then from their park bench stupors with such phrases like, "THIS IS GOD, HAVE YOU HAD YOUR GRAVY THIS MORNING?"  It was pretty funny watching the wacked out dudes bolt up and stare at the terminal ceilings and shake their fists.  Other times I would download boring manifests like the famous Nixon / Kennedy TV debate transcrips and read them out over the PA system in makeshift Kennedy / Nixion accents to the chagrin of the sleeping hobos.  One time I had a young cracked out "brotha" that rode his bike into the terminal and when I approached him to leave he pulled out a knife and asked for my wallet....which I found hilarious because it was an armed post and he quickly changed his mind while staring down the business end of my .38.  

The terminal was also close to some down town clubs and I would randomly get couples trying to have sex in various nooks an crannies of the terminal, which made for some more great startling LOUD PA fun.  One time a random "HOT" sloppily drunken chick wobbled right in front of the mirrored one way control room windows where I was sitting, hiked up her skirt in all her clean shaven glory, squatted and took a number 1 & 2 literally FIVE FEET in front of my face, while I pleaded "No, no, no, no, noooooooooooooo..." into the PA.  She was so wasted she had no idea what she did or where she was

I used to drag my entire desktop computer to the post....yes my entire HEAVY ASS desktop with 90lb CRT monitor lol (This was before laptops were viable or affordable 2002).  You see most of the posts that had internet free and clear as long as you didn't use their computers.  Their computers generally were password protected and sucked balls in terms of hardware.  But my desktop had a radeon 9700 pro with a heavily OCd CPU and I used to play BF1942 ALL NIGHT LONG....all night long on that BIG FAT highspeed internet connecton which made 64 man maps run like butter!

Assembling wire harnesses for miller welding machines.

Drilling holes in flanges.  No, seriously.
 

dispatcher for my universities campus security...I worked Mondays-Thursday nights...All the cool shit happend Friday,Saturday and Sunday.
I basically got paid to study

When I was in college a couple of decades ago I worked for the National Weather Service broadcasting on NOAA weather radio.  

On calm weather nights I slept through most of my 8 hour shift, waking up once an hour to update the current conditions. The job was so boring it's now done by a computer.

Current job. Writing Operating Manuals for draw bridges. Hardly any interaction with anyone during the day.

I need a job to make me sweat.

Midnight shift at a StopN'Rob next to a housing project. Most boring punctuated by some serious WTF moments.

Warehouse.

The job I currently have. Waiting to go to OTS for the air force, I got a job at my dads company as a drilling intern. Only thing is that my degree was in Aerospace Engineering and I don't know jack shit about drilling. So I am essentially copies and coffee guy, but they don't even need that many copies and they get their own coffee, so I sit in my office and pretend to solve "difficult" excel spreadsheet issues that some of the older engineers are having problems with and surf arfcom...

Came here to post midnight shift CO.

Sitting on a folding chair, watching a door that never opens.  For ten hours per shift.

Sitting in a broom closet with no lights on, for 12 hours, with a shotgun, an M4 and a pistol.  Guarding three 55 gallon drums of medical grade cocaine.

Phone sales, selling 5-10 year magazine subscription extensions.

Sucked ass.

User Support Specialist.

Small town police officer, midnight shift.

Monthly business tax and exports. I HATE spreadsheets!

Most of them haven't been boring enough, too much to do, to few people to do it, and too little time to do it in. And that can get boring as well. What has to get done before six in the morning this time?

In one of my internships, I did nothing for several weeks but scan large drawings with an architectual scanner.  All day.  I used it so much that I wore out the bearings in the feeding mechanism.  errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr vrrt eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee  

The happy ending was that one of the higher-ups was impressed with how well I handled what would drive many people insane and this led to my current (non-boring) job.  

In college, I had a student position where my job was to scan rare books one page at a time and submit them to the state for historic document archiving.

Stuffed envelops for pea-pod in a unheated warehouse in winter. It was over break in college and paid ok. What really got me was that I figured out a way to automate the job slightly and improved everyones productivity and reduce the amount of manual work, some had been working job for years and the solution was obvious.

Showing demo houses in an overpriced area that was in the approach to IAH.  

I think I showed three houses in the month I was there.  No one wanted to over pay for an econo-mansion with 737's screaming overhead 24/7.  Color me shocked.

All of the appliances were cardboard or non-functional, so I had no TV, radio, microwave, fridge, etc.  I would take cat naps at the kitchen table or read all day.

Reminds me of a private tour of a brewery I took.  There was a union guy whose job entailed taking flat 12-pack boxes from one gravity feeder and putting them on a platform that fed the packaging machine.  If the packaging machine went down he moved the boxes to a backfeeder that fed them back into the gravity feeder.



Basically, his job was to stand on a platform and move boxes back and forth all day.  If anything hit the floor, he was not allowed to pick it up.



I asked him how long he'd been doing that job, and he replied, "14 years."



I would have hung myself from the platform long before that.  Let the union guy whose only job was to pick bodies up off the floor handle it.