Worst Jobs - Bad Career Decisions.

This past weekend a couple of the boys and I were sitting around after the football game trying to come up with the worst possible or most tragic career decisions. I don't know why, at the moment, but I thought I'd just share a few with you. Just so you'll know, that I know, this hub has no socially redeeming value whatsoever.

Believe it or not this is a real job. Unbeknowst to me, people really do eat worms. One thing I'm sure of, no gum or tictac is gonna take care of this guy's breath.

I almost didn't include this one as it's not really a career choice. This job is sort of foisted upon one due to their qualifications. I would like to add here that "somewhere a village is missing an idiot" is one of my favorite expressions.

I have an uncle by marriage that's a dinosaur wrangler. He's 87 and has never had a job. Bad career choice Marvin.

Oh yes. This is also a real profession. You didn't think Baboons got that way on their own did ya?

Face it.  If you choose this occupation, you're just gonna catch crap all day.  I know, I know, it's not original.  Just true.

First problem: Location, location, location.  Second problem:  No matter how hard you try you never seem to get over the hump.  Sorry, couldn't resist this one.

OK.  For all of you out there that don't like to think about what might be included in a mortician's job discription....imagine what his assistant's job must be like.

I understand why this career is needed, I just don't understand why they don't throw them all together, give it some time and see which ones lay the eggs.  Whenever I hear the term 'chicken sexer' I always get a mental image of a chicken with slicked back hair, a silk shirt unbuttoned to the navel, a hairy chest and a gold chain with a Leo pendant.

Yes, now you can become a professional hang-glider tester.  Short hours.  Incredible health benefits. Early retirement.  Call 1-800-NOT-GOOD today.  First 50 callers will receive a free psychological evaluation.

No matter what happens, it's always your fault, all the time.

Get out of the house, see the world but....no matter where you go you still got that broom.  Sorry ladies.