I haven't had a lot of jobs, but the dog washing one was pretty bad...

You wouldn't believe how badly people treat small, show-esque dogs. These people deliberately give their dogs (who have long, hairlike, easily stained fur) cuts that involve stupidly long feathering along the tail and hindquarters that get in the way of the dog using the bathroom and then just don't clean them-- they just dump them off on groomers instead. So the average day washing dogs would be almost 70% just detangling dingleberry knots and stale piss-soaked mats. No matter how much whitener I used I couldn't get the refuse stains out.

It's repulsive, repulsive behavior. I couldn't imagine subjecting my late dog to that. Even when she was incontinent for the last few months of her life, I would wash her off whenever she made a mess. Because, you know, she was a living being...? And I loved her....?

Oh, and I didn't get gloves because weeding out the minute shit particles was apparently too hard with them on. Fucking hated that boss. We worked in the same room so he was over my shoulder almost 100% of the time.

Eventually he fired me without even telling me, and I didn't know until I called demanding to know what was going on because it was contract work. When I requested my last paycheck he ghosted me.