It’s a tie between when I worked for a non-profit music organization and when I worked for a team in the NBA. Both were MISERABLE experiences, and unfortunately, one lasted two and a half years!
Sucked so bad but had a great testimony come from it.
Co-worker: Do you believe in the enitre Bible?
Me: Yes.
Co-worker: (slaps me across my face HARD) Do you want to hit me back?
Me: Hell yea. I want to kick you through your cubicle. But I’m not.
Co-worker: You really do believe.
I was definitely pissed. After that I was the only Christian he talked to…I don’t know how many other people he had slapped before me but we had several times that I was able to speak into his life.
My old self was extremely violent before I got in my love relationship with Christ. He endured alot for my crap I could endure one slap for Him.
I was a photographer at a children’s portrait studio. Parents can be straight up terrorists when it comes to making their kid look cute in a picture. They usually ended up yelling and making their kids cry, and I had to kindly ask them to leave while I took photos. I get stressed just thinking about it.
I am a touring audio engineer/road tech and the worst job I’ve ever had was touring with a fairly well known “Christian” band who hired me as a Production Manager for their tour and for reasons that I can’t legally divulge they were the one job that I don’t feel bad about leaving early. Actually leaving that job opened up the door for my current gig with Rascal Flatts which has been a great tour.
Tanning Bed Cleaner. Technically I was a tanning salon receptionist, but after each guest, somebody’s gotta wipe-up the sweat–actual puddles of coconuty, burned-fleshy smelling sweat.
I worked for the city lake at the boat docks one summer in high school. I thought the job would just include renting out the boats and hanging out in the office answering questions. I was horrified when I learned I also had to clean bird poop off the boats each morning. It was a long poopie summer.
1. First job with the NHS bank admin staff – I had to come in every week to sort all these medical records into alphabetical order and file them in filing cabinets.
2. Salon Assistant in a hair & beauty salon. I hated washing people’s hair sometimes when it was really gross!! I’d come home with my hands dyed from washing out hair dye as well.
3.Bar Staff in a Nightclub – Sleazy people. Drunk. Including my manager who tried to get me to ‘lose another button to help sell more drinks’. Plus no one ever understood that if you got to bed at 6 a.m., 12 noon is the ‘middle of the night’ & not a good time to call for a chat to see how your week had been.
My first job: dressing room attendant at KMart. I had to do those “blue-light” special announcements over the intercom. The icing on the cake was when someone mistook one of the dressing rooms for a bathroom and the curtain for toilet paper. I had clean up duty that night. Gag reflex in full effect.
It was actually the job I had when I first met you, although that’s totally not your fault. When we first moved to Riverside, I had heard about a mail order company in Perris that made catalogues, and I thought designing catalogues would be fun. They didn’t have any openings in their catalogue department, so I took a job in their customer service department instead, and they never let me transfer! I had to work about 10 hours a day, solving order problems for mostly nice people, but probably 20 or so a day were downright abusive, and Starcrest encouraged that kind of behavior in its customers by giving them special favors.
I cleaned up after musicians and special speakers at a Christian summer camp…I was the official ‘domestic engineer’ that would make beds, wash dishes, vacuum, clean bathrooms, etc. The lowest point of that job was cleaning up after someone thought it would be funny to use the washing machine as a toilet.
I believe God allows us to face crap in humble beginnings to learn to truly value someone no matter his or her position. and to be thankful for what we have.
Oh yes. I have done the “camp cleanup” work as well, only for children and teens. I signed up for guest services, which I unwittingly thought meant welcome/meet & greet. What it really meant was cleaning toilets/showers, sanding graffiti off the bunk beds, scrubbing grass pieces off the chapel in the rain, making beds, and general gruntwork. Didn’t end up being all that terrible but it occasionally got gross (Code Wookie meant someone had stopped up a toilet and Code Van Gogh meant someone smeared crap on the wall)
I worked at a Wedding Dress Boutique. We sold everything for a wedding and it was horrible. Can you say “Bridezilla”? Plus I was just working to pay the bills while in seminary, but they wanted me to treat it as if it was my career. I am pretty sure that knowing all the colors that a dress comes in is ridiculous when you can just pull out the swatches from under the counter. Plus I had pop quizzes. I was tested all the time at seminary and so I didn’t want that pressure at work. And finally, I am a horrible sellswoman, especially on Saturday afternoons, which I worked every week, when I would have rather been at home watching college football in the fall. GO DAWGS!
I worked at Pepperdine university, Malibu. The area was beautiful the campus, awesome! The commute horrible!! My co-workers horrible!! My mgr, always cussing at me & telling nasty jokes!! (Harrassment-you bet!!) That so-called, Christian university was anything but… HATED IT!!
Malibu was so expensive, couldn’t afford to work there!!
Busboy at a local steakhouse. One of my duties was digging through the giant p-nut barrels looking for dead mice. i once asked for a day off for my grandpa’s funeral and they made me come in immediately afterwards.
I waited tables at a casual pizza place. Low moments included finding a dirty diaper in a booth, being tipped in food stamps, and having the manager, 2 waitresses, a cook, and dishwasher walk out on my shift, leaving myself and one cook to serve a full restaurant. I get hives thinking about the remote possibility of waiting tables again.
Summer camp counsellor – at least, week one of that job. Children who wouldn’t stop screaming or coughing or crying and made me want to curl up into the foetal position and never move.
My worst job is the one that just ended… my boss HATED black people. In a community with a dense African American population… and my own husband being black. Even when I pointed out to her that my husband was black, thinking that would at least make her think twice about what she said, she continually talked about all these “ghetto a$$ black people!” It was horrible. My coworker was mortified on my behalf. My life was miserable there… Which is probably why I don’t mind being broke… even while pregnant… just so I don’t have to deal with that anymore!
I worked one day at a convenience store and decided not to go back for the second day because the manager explained to me that I would get robbed at gunpoint. It happened every month. She told me to just give them the money and that they hadn’t shot anyone yet. I was told, play by play, what would happen. What time frame, where they would park, how many of them, how they would be dressed, etc. I decided that it wan’t worth it and found another job.
Camp Counselor. The people I worked with sucked. But, it really just wasn’t for me. The fact that I couldn’t leave camp and I only got 24 hours off every week really got to me.
And although I thought my entire life I wanted to be a youth minister, once I was one, I hated it. But it was good, because God put me on the path he really wanted me to be on.
I had a job that I got at 4 am to go clean washrooms of bars and restaurants before they opened for the day. It was 5 days a week but each place got done once a week (think deep cleaning). I am sure some of these places didn’t get cleaned in between my visits.
I worked for a psych professor in college. He was very cheap, so when he ordered the wrong rubber bands (fat ones, instead of skinny ones) I had to sit in his office for a WEEK and cut those blasted rubber bands, so each fat one equaled three skinny ones.
Probably working as a server in a very busy Italian restaurant. Though I will say that I gained a new appreciation for what it takes to wait tables – I will forever be a generous tipper when I eat out!
Processing payments at a lockbox where I was in the minority (racially). I believed in working for my pay and most of the other people believed in moving as slow as possible since they were being paid by the hour. The mentality was so bizarre that I could not make it past about 18 months. I had never worked somewhere that you were penalized for doing better than the person beside you.
My worst job was working as a bill collector for a jewelry company. The people there were great and it wasn’t even the getting yelled at day in and day out for calling people and expecting them to pay their bill. No, the problem was that at the time I was horribly in debt and had my own slew of bill collectors calling me. I had to be bonded to get hired there since the offices sat on top of a jewelry vault that was said to be worth more than Fort Knox, but six months later my finances were a shambles. Everyday I went in to work feeling like a complete hypocrit. Probably why I didn’t do so good at the job.
Live video production at a church. People’s work ethics were crappy and frustrating. I got hit on/creeped on by a 28 year old staff member (I was 16 at the time), and then accused of having an affair with an even older staff member. It ended badly but I thank God for it almost every day because NOW I am at a good job and good church
It’s a toss up between 2 jobs. Worked at McDonald’s for the summer right after graduating from high school. I was put on drive-thru. Between taking orders, taking money, and handing orders out, in my ‘free time,’ I had to make all the salads, man the french fryer, and bake the cookies.
Oh yeah…and there was the time while working there when I contracted campilobactor (similar to E. Coli) from eating something there. Was sick for 10 days. they called me every day asking me to come in.
Lousy job #2 was a part-time position at a shoe store. Hubby and I were just married and needed extra money to help pay off some bills. Part-time job selling shoes at Not-So-Easy-Spirit was in addition to my full time job. On my feet the whole time, was told that if a customer asked for a size 7, to bring them out size 6.5, 7.5 and size 8 as well…as if people don’t know their shoe size. I quit after 2 weeks. Having the boss tell me that my khaki pants werent’ the “right color” of khaki and that I had to go out and buy brand new pants that I couldn’t afford was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
My husband’s lousiest job? That would have to be working at a medium-sized semiconductor/electronics firm in his home town. He had to use hot acetone (aka same stuff that’s in nail polish remover) to clean the disk drive heads. All he was given for safety gear was thin plastic gloves that would literally melt off of his hands. To this day, he gets terrible migraine headaches whenever I clean the house with regular household cleaners that you get at the grocery store. Good thing I switched to granola cleaners instead, and he doesn’t get those headaches at home anymore.
My current second job. T-shirt folder and stock organizer for the most unorganized company I’ve ever seen. Also ran by all redneck females, which as you could imagine gets very b**chy majority of the time.
Recently put in my notice and am counting down the days til I am free of the drama. 11 full work days!!
Working in the kitchen of a fast food restaurant. I worked in fast food for all of high school and never worked kitchen, but in college when I worked at a different place, they stuck me in the kitchen sometimes. Being the person who takes all the food out of the oven was a very hectic, VERY hot (especially in the summer!) job. I sincerely hope I never have to work in the food industry again. The people are rude, the work is grueling, and the pay isn’t great.
Had several that were challenges, car wash attendant, tree trimmer, Iron Foundry worker, auto and truck tire repair and change guy, but the alltime worse was working on an assembly line at a shutter factory, for 8 hours (3-11 shift) I would place the wooden slats in the frame..
My worst job is also my best job because it’s my first job. I work register at a popular bakery-cafe
The pay isn’t great, but it’s better than nothing! And most of the people are nice.
I worked for a while as a test driver for agricultural equipment. I drove one tractor called a row-gator around a 1/4 mile test track, and with each lap I had to complete a few tasks. First were the rumble strips, then the up downs(one side of the tractor went up ramps while the other side stayed on the ground, and then switch) and then I had to slam on the e-brake every lap, all while going a maximum of 5 miles per hour. The worst part was that this was an overnight shift, 10 hour shifts.
My worst job was at a small community newspaper where I was pressured to pull stuff out of mid-air and slant my stories in a “negative” light. Um, that wasn’t what I got into journalism to do…
My first job was working in a dry cleaners, in the south, with no a/c. The heat from the presses was unbearable. I would come on soaked in sweat.
I also had to clean bathrooms occasionally at a store. I (a female) have also been cooped up by myself in a small office (storage closet) with a foul mouth/smoker/hot tempered male boss. I left after 2 weeks.
Substitute teaching. Aside from being unreliable pay, since you often don’t know if you’ll be working until the night before, kids are horrible these days.
My worst job was the 1 week I worked at Home Depot. The people I worked with and company were great. Unfortunately I found out during the week I was there that I am severely sensitive to the chemicals in pre-treated wood and they cause me to not be able to breathe. If it hadn’t had been for that I would have lasted a lot longer. It took me almost a month for my lungs to heal and breathe normally again and almost a year before I could go back in a store without needing to use my inhaler!
RAIN IT DOWN
It’s a tie between when I worked for a non-profit music organization and when I worked for a team in the NBA. Both were MISERABLE experiences, and unfortunately, one lasted two and a half years!
Data Entry (had three jobs at the time)
Sucked so bad but had a great testimony come from it.
Co-worker: Do you believe in the enitre Bible?
Me: Yes.
Co-worker: (slaps me across my face HARD) Do you want to hit me back?
Me: Hell yea. I want to kick you through your cubicle. But I’m not.
Co-worker: You really do believe.
you’re a SUPER CHRISTIAN! I would have kicked his teeth out of his freaking mouth.
Jesus says that vengeance is His and I believe that. But I also believe at that time I would be the vessel that the vengeance would come from.
Are you kidding? I would have been PISSED!
I was definitely pissed. After that I was the only Christian he talked to…I don’t know how many other people he had slapped before me but we had several times that I was able to speak into his life.
My old self was extremely violent before I got in my love relationship with Christ. He endured alot for my crap I could endure one slap for Him.
Wow! He, the co-worker, was really testing your faith. Kudos for being a Christ example to us all.
I was a photographer at a children’s portrait studio. Parents can be straight up terrorists when it comes to making their kid look cute in a picture. They usually ended up yelling and making their kids cry, and I had to kindly ask them to leave while I took photos. I get stressed just thinking about it.
i totally agree with you.
portrait studio was almost the death of me, there are horrible parents in this world.
I am a touring audio engineer/road tech and the worst job I’ve ever had was touring with a fairly well known “Christian” band who hired me as a Production Manager for their tour and for reasons that I can’t legally divulge they were the one job that I don’t feel bad about leaving early. Actually leaving that job opened up the door for my current gig with Rascal Flatts which has been a great tour.
We are going to see them (Rascal Flatts) in Indy on July 23rd! Can’t wait!!!
Tanning Bed Cleaner. Technically I was a tanning salon receptionist, but after each guest, somebody’s gotta wipe-up the sweat–actual puddles of coconuty, burned-fleshy smelling sweat.
ugh… that’s so foul. i would’ve quit day one. you rock!
I worked at a discount fashion store… people get CRAZY about their discounts! lol
Single Dad
Is it the single part that makes this job miserable? Your 2 words intrigue me.
I worked for the city lake at the boat docks one summer in high school. I thought the job would just include renting out the boats and hanging out in the office answering questions. I was horrified when I learned I also had to clean bird poop off the boats each morning. It was a long poopie summer.
There’s a triple tie in this one.
1. First job with the NHS bank admin staff – I had to come in every week to sort all these medical records into alphabetical order and file them in filing cabinets.
2. Salon Assistant in a hair & beauty salon. I hated washing people’s hair sometimes when it was really gross!! I’d come home with my hands dyed from washing out hair dye as well.
3.Bar Staff in a Nightclub – Sleazy people. Drunk. Including my manager who tried to get me to ‘lose another button to help sell more drinks’. Plus no one ever understood that if you got to bed at 6 a.m., 12 noon is the ‘middle of the night’ & not a good time to call for a chat to see how your week had been.
Lead Pastor at an FM church.
What is an FM church?
There was a time when I was the road manager for my best friend. It only lasted a couple weeks. Boy was he a jerk!
haha!!
Jr. High Teacher. Loved the kids, but hated the preparation and discipline. Nobody is scared of me. NOBODY.
Sales associate in the men’s clothing department at Sears.
Did they sale leisure suits?
My first job: dressing room attendant at KMart. I had to do those “blue-light” special announcements over the intercom. The icing on the cake was when someone mistook one of the dressing rooms for a bathroom and the curtain for toilet paper. I had clean up duty that night. Gag reflex in full effect.
It was actually the job I had when I first met you, although that’s totally not your fault. When we first moved to Riverside, I had heard about a mail order company in Perris that made catalogues, and I thought designing catalogues would be fun. They didn’t have any openings in their catalogue department, so I took a job in their customer service department instead, and they never let me transfer! I had to work about 10 hours a day, solving order problems for mostly nice people, but probably 20 or so a day were downright abusive, and Starcrest encouraged that kind of behavior in its customers by giving them special favors.
I cleaned up after musicians and special speakers at a Christian summer camp…I was the official ‘domestic engineer’ that would make beds, wash dishes, vacuum, clean bathrooms, etc. The lowest point of that job was cleaning up after someone thought it would be funny to use the washing machine as a toilet.
I believe God allows us to face crap in humble beginnings to learn to truly value someone no matter his or her position.
and to be thankful for what we have.
Oh yes. I have done the “camp cleanup” work as well, only for children and teens. I signed up for guest services, which I unwittingly thought meant welcome/meet & greet. What it really meant was cleaning toilets/showers, sanding graffiti off the bunk beds, scrubbing grass pieces off the chapel in the rain, making beds, and general gruntwork. Didn’t end up being all that terrible but it occasionally got gross (Code Wookie meant someone had stopped up a toilet and Code Van Gogh meant someone smeared crap on the wall)
I worked at a Wedding Dress Boutique. We sold everything for a wedding and it was horrible. Can you say “Bridezilla”? Plus I was just working to pay the bills while in seminary, but they wanted me to treat it as if it was my career. I am pretty sure that knowing all the colors that a dress comes in is ridiculous when you can just pull out the swatches from under the counter. Plus I had pop quizzes. I was tested all the time at seminary and so I didn’t want that pressure at work. And finally, I am a horrible sellswoman, especially on Saturday afternoons, which I worked every week, when I would have rather been at home watching college football in the fall. GO DAWGS!
I worked at Pepperdine university, Malibu. The area was beautiful the campus, awesome! The commute horrible!! My co-workers horrible!! My mgr, always cussing at me & telling nasty jokes!! (Harrassment-you bet!!) That so-called, Christian university was anything but… HATED IT!!
Malibu was so expensive, couldn’t afford to work there!!
The students~ they were awesome!! <3'd them!!
Busboy at a local steakhouse. One of my duties was digging through the giant p-nut barrels looking for dead mice. i once asked for a day off for my grandpa’s funeral and they made me come in immediately afterwards.
Chicken fryer at Chick-Fil-A. Ugh.
I waited tables at a casual pizza place. Low moments included finding a dirty diaper in a booth, being tipped in food stamps, and having the manager, 2 waitresses, a cook, and dishwasher walk out on my shift, leaving myself and one cook to serve a full restaurant. I get hives thinking about the remote possibility of waiting tables again.
Summer camp counsellor – at least, week one of that job. Children who wouldn’t stop screaming or coughing or crying and made me want to curl up into the foetal position and never move.
My worst job is the one that just ended… my boss HATED black people. In a community with a dense African American population… and my own husband being black. Even when I pointed out to her that my husband was black, thinking that would at least make her think twice about what she said, she continually talked about all these “ghetto a$$ black people!” It was horrible. My coworker was mortified on my behalf. My life was miserable there… Which is probably why I don’t mind being broke… even while pregnant… just so I don’t have to deal with that anymore!
I worked one day at a convenience store and decided not to go back for the second day because the manager explained to me that I would get robbed at gunpoint. It happened every month. She told me to just give them the money and that they hadn’t shot anyone yet. I was told, play by play, what would happen. What time frame, where they would park, how many of them, how they would be dressed, etc. I decided that it wan’t worth it and found another job.
Most definitely the worst job I had was setting mobile homes… aka putting trailers on block. And it didn’t help that I had a slave driver for a boss.
Camp Counselor. The people I worked with sucked. But, it really just wasn’t for me. The fact that I couldn’t leave camp and I only got 24 hours off every week really got to me.
And although I thought my entire life I wanted to be a youth minister, once I was one, I hated it. But it was good, because God put me on the path he really wanted me to be on.
I had a job that I got at 4 am to go clean washrooms of bars and restaurants before they opened for the day. It was 5 days a week but each place got done once a week (think deep cleaning). I am sure some of these places didn’t get cleaned in between my visits.
I worked for a psych professor in college. He was very cheap, so when he ordered the wrong rubber bands (fat ones, instead of skinny ones) I had to sit in his office for a WEEK and cut those blasted rubber bands, so each fat one equaled three skinny ones.
It. Was. Miserable.
That’s ridiculous! Glad you got out of that!
Probably working as a server in a very busy Italian restaurant. Though I will say that I gained a new appreciation for what it takes to wait tables – I will forever be a generous tipper when I eat out!
Processing payments at a lockbox where I was in the minority (racially). I believed in working for my pay and most of the other people believed in moving as slow as possible since they were being paid by the hour. The mentality was so bizarre that I could not make it past about 18 months. I had never worked somewhere that you were penalized for doing better than the person beside you.
My worst job was working as a bill collector for a jewelry company. The people there were great and it wasn’t even the getting yelled at day in and day out for calling people and expecting them to pay their bill. No, the problem was that at the time I was horribly in debt and had my own slew of bill collectors calling me. I had to be bonded to get hired there since the offices sat on top of a jewelry vault that was said to be worth more than Fort Knox, but six months later my finances were a shambles. Everyday I went in to work feeling like a complete hypocrit. Probably why I didn’t do so good at the job.
cleaned old people’s poo. =]
Live video production at a church. People’s work ethics were crappy and frustrating. I got hit on/creeped on by a 28 year old staff member (I was 16 at the time), and then accused of having an affair with an even older staff member. It ended badly but I thank God for it almost every day because NOW I am at a good job and good church
It’s a toss up between 2 jobs. Worked at McDonald’s for the summer right after graduating from high school. I was put on drive-thru. Between taking orders, taking money, and handing orders out, in my ‘free time,’ I had to make all the salads, man the french fryer, and bake the cookies.
Oh yeah…and there was the time while working there when I contracted campilobactor (similar to E. Coli) from eating something there. Was sick for 10 days. they called me every day asking me to come in.
Lousy job #2 was a part-time position at a shoe store. Hubby and I were just married and needed extra money to help pay off some bills. Part-time job selling shoes at Not-So-Easy-Spirit was in addition to my full time job. On my feet the whole time, was told that if a customer asked for a size 7, to bring them out size 6.5, 7.5 and size 8 as well…as if people don’t know their shoe size. I quit after 2 weeks. Having the boss tell me that my khaki pants werent’ the “right color” of khaki and that I had to go out and buy brand new pants that I couldn’t afford was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
My husband’s lousiest job? That would have to be working at a medium-sized semiconductor/electronics firm in his home town. He had to use hot acetone (aka same stuff that’s in nail polish remover) to clean the disk drive heads. All he was given for safety gear was thin plastic gloves that would literally melt off of his hands. To this day, he gets terrible migraine headaches whenever I clean the house with regular household cleaners that you get at the grocery store. Good thing I switched to granola cleaners instead, and he doesn’t get those headaches at home anymore.
Middle School Janitor.
Say. No. More.
Two words: “Female Restrooms.”
Scariest environment imaginable.
My current second job. T-shirt folder and stock organizer for the most unorganized company I’ve ever seen. Also ran by all redneck females, which as you could imagine gets very b**chy majority of the time.
Recently put in my notice and am counting down the days til I am free of the drama. 11 full work days!!
Carpet Cleaner
Thats what I do now, I actually enjoy it!
I AM LAUGHING SO HARD AT THIS PHOTO!!!!!!!!!!
I had a job like this once…it sucked!!!!!!!!
i worked in a little call center for a bank, and it was horrible.
But the worst job i had was being a manager for a drive through beverage stand. uhhhgggg!!!!
Working in the kitchen of a fast food restaurant. I worked in fast food for all of high school and never worked kitchen, but in college when I worked at a different place, they stuck me in the kitchen sometimes. Being the person who takes all the food out of the oven was a very hectic, VERY hot (especially in the summer!) job. I sincerely hope I never have to work in the food industry again. The people are rude, the work is grueling, and the pay isn’t great.
lol, carlos, that picture is awesome!
Had several that were challenges, car wash attendant, tree trimmer, Iron Foundry worker, auto and truck tire repair and change guy, but the alltime worse was working on an assembly line at a shutter factory, for 8 hours (3-11 shift) I would place the wooden slats in the frame..
My worst job is also my best job because it’s my first job. I work register at a popular bakery-cafe
The pay isn’t great, but it’s better than nothing! And most of the people are nice.
Bakery-cafe? Unless I’m mistaken, that means Panera!
I worked for a while as a test driver for agricultural equipment. I drove one tractor called a row-gator around a 1/4 mile test track, and with each lap I had to complete a few tasks. First were the rumble strips, then the up downs(one side of the tractor went up ramps while the other side stayed on the ground, and then switch) and then I had to slam on the e-brake every lap, all while going a maximum of 5 miles per hour. The worst part was that this was an overnight shift, 10 hour shifts.
My worst job was at a small community newspaper where I was pressured to pull stuff out of mid-air and slant my stories in a “negative” light. Um, that wasn’t what I got into journalism to do…
My first job was working in a dry cleaners, in the south, with no a/c. The heat from the presses was unbearable. I would come on soaked in sweat.
I also had to clean bathrooms occasionally at a store. I (a female) have also been cooped up by myself in a small office (storage closet) with a foul mouth/smoker/hot tempered male boss. I left after 2 weeks.
Substitute teaching. Aside from being unreliable pay, since you often don’t know if you’ll be working until the night before, kids are horrible these days.
Breakfast cook at McDonald’s.
My current job…by far…
I can’t talk about it…I’ll get into trouble.
My worst job was the 1 week I worked at Home Depot. The people I worked with and company were great. Unfortunately I found out during the week I was there that I am severely sensitive to the chemicals in pre-treated wood and they cause me to not be able to breathe. If it hadn’t had been for that I would have lasted a lot longer. It took me almost a month for my lungs to heal and breathe normally again and almost a year before I could go back in a store without needing to use my inhaler!