My worst job lasted one day. I was hired through the youth employment office at my H.S. to care for a terminally ill woman. I was to read to her, keep her spirits up and make her last few days enjoyable. It turns out she wasn't terminally ill, just a nut case who would put in calls to various employment offices to hire this, that or the other.

Once at her home she held me captive with deadbolt locks on all doors in a pitch black home. She told me I was going to die that day with her. I cried, finally felt my way around and found a telephone. I called the police. As the police car arrived, so did her son whom she lived with. It turned out he was VP at a local bank and a nice guy (she had told me her son was an escape convict so when he came home I tried to hide under the bed).

Anyway, the police came. At the same time my Sister and Mother pulled up to pick me up and freaked out with the cop car there. I've NEVER been so scared in all my life. She was committed to the insane asylum the next day.

Never did get paid for the worst 2 hours of my life!