Probably the worst job i had was as a "carrot grader" for a market farm one student summer.
You had to stand at a conveyor belt and pick out the deformed carrots as they came rattling past before bagging them.
T-e-d-i-o-u-s. First day on the job, came home and yes, we had carrots as part of tea...and the dinner table was moving.....

My best job was probably as a copywriter for a tiny station in a small town.
For our christmas party, we jumped on a bus and were whisked to the local pub for lunch. Then back on the bus, to a boat..the boat sailed down a river and we were picked up by the bus and travelled a short distance to Wanaka...where we were split up and put on a hovercraft. The hovercraft was met on the otherside of the lake by a van that drove us to the local small airport. We were put in a six seater plane and flown over alps to a farm where we landed in a field to be greeted by fellow staff members on horseback and a function tent filled with more piss then i've seen at any wedding.
It was a memorable few days after that....