The worst job in the world

Continuing with my recent theme of employment, I’ve decided that while the jobs I’ve had are sort of interesting, they’re not really that bad. In my opinion, the worst jobs are those are start off being sort of fun but over time become a soul-sucking drain that make you want to grab a rifle and climb a bell tower. After careful reflection of bad jobs that I think meet that criteria (flight attendant, tollbooth operator, dental hygienist, etc), one position stood out above all the others:

Zookeeper.

Now I know what you’re thinking—working with animals would be fun! Yea, probably. At first I’m sure you would enjoy it. However, after a few months in the hot sun shoveling rhino shit into a bag and looking over your shoulder to avoid being eaten by a lion, the novelty would probably wear off. The final straw would be having the following stolen Simpson’s conversation seventy-five times a day:

Kid: Zookeeper, zookeeper! Those two monkey’s are killing each other!

You: They’re having sex.

All I’m saying is that it would take a special sort of person to put up with this sort of grief and still love life.