Orange you glad they didn’t tell you to sell bananas?

Photo credit to the the LATimes Blogs.

Don’t draw the short straw.

And you thought that the road crews in the United States have it bad.

Got these great images from the folks at MexicoWoods. See more of their great shots here.

It sucks to tell people that the captain thinks they’re too fat for a single seat on an airplane.

It sucks even bigger to tell a guy with over 1.6 million Twitter followers he’s too fat. And that is exactly what some poor Southwest sap had to say to Kevin Smith. Yeah, I know, it’s Kevin Smith we are talking about here. Silent Bob!

As the snow melts, you know what time of year it is. POTHOLE SEASON. Yes, that lovely time of year when all our streets are filled with men in bright orange. Yeah, that is a crappy job. You are stuck out in the cold and sleet and terrible weather. And you work on the street, literally. You must admire their dedication to a job that is completely futile.

Image found at dailychicagophoto.blogspot.com

Little Caesars target market fail…

While driving past a Little Caesars this past summer, I noticed a young lady between 16 and 18 years old holding a sign with these words on a street corner. I guess if Little Caesars target market is perverts who like pizza, they’re dead on. That explains why pizza is the least emphasized word on here. Don’t worry cougars, they have young men working there too.

Yeah, it has been a tough couple of weeks for the head of PR for Toyota, Scott Brownlee. Their reactionary recall has people running scared from Toyota and their recall is costing millions of dollars. According to a recent New York Times article:

“Toyota’s United States sales decreased 16 percent last month, and its market share fell to 14.1 percent, its lowest level in four years. A year ago, Toyota’s share was 17.9 percent.

It was the first time Toyota sold fewer than 100,000 vehicles in a month since 1999.”

That really got me thinking about how crappy a job this must be, but what really pushed me over the edge on this one was the ad and corresponding Gawker.com story entitled How Not to Convince People Your Cars Won’t Kill Them. It is hilarious.

This moped must be tough to navigate with chicken feet.

I would say that this gives new meanings to the phrase “working stiffs.” I remember in art school, sneaking into the Anatomy Lab with a friend who was in Medical School. I wanted to be like DaVinci and learn firsthand what studying the human body would do to artistic perspective…well, i quickly found out that the class was halfway through the term, and the bodies were in pieces. nasty!!! i feel so badly for the lab workers who have to manage the anatomy labs. crap crap crappy!

You could work at Chuck E Cheese where you would be inundated with rugrats with snot and moistness on their grubby little hands! Kids are cute, until you catch an obscure illness every other week.

Check out this this Yahoo! question on whether or not you should work at Chuck E Cheese.

Changing gas prices is already a mundane job. Now add four feet of snow and having to climb up a U-Haul and you’ve got a job that’s crap-tastic.

Punch yourself.