I drove a forklift for the first time way back during a part-time job while I was at college. I packaged parts for one large appliance manufacturer and they did not pay me the amount I was worth. I’d choose to state that it was actually an excellent location to work, but in all actuality, it was probably the worst job I’ve ever endured.Here’s a summary of my experience with the world’s worst warehouse to sweat in. Like other people who worked there, I submitted my job application. I had my job interview, then I got hired. I was not the only person that got hired either. This company employed students by the hundreds. The initial week was nothing but a cattle call. Probably less than half of the people given a job made it through the work week. Uncertain of what it really says about me, especially since I worked there for a few years.The cool feature of the job was that the University and the employer worked together in making class schedules and work times coincide with one another. I was thinking it was actually a lot better than finding a restaurant job and being a server until the wee hours in the morning. Even with the flexible scheduling, I knew balancing work and school would be tough.The work had some pretty cool aspects to it also. Despite the fact that work was uninteresting, there were a few people that I really enjoyed working with and we all had a good time. I moved to a specialized section of the building inside of a year from when I started out working in that location. We assembled replacement parts for refrigerators which were regularly breaking in the real world. We had principles referred to as job security due to poor quality of the design. We were good in our tasks and thus we ended up basically managing ourselves.The shipping and receiving people hardly ever wished to see us mainly because each time we went to find them, we required components. We asked so often that the parts counter folks trained us to operate the forklifts so we could easily get many of our parts. Once we were properly trained and licensed, we never experienced a need to wait on someone else. Driving a forklift made the job bearable.We needed to always be really attentive operating forklifts considering the fact that they were actually naturally dangerous if misused. It never truly became second nature seeing that we didn’t need to move them daily. That was almost certainly one of the things that kept us from having crashes such as the individuals who drove them on a regular basis. Most people inside the warehouse knew when anyone became too cozy and strike something because there was a deafening boom.The rare incident frequently produced an uncomfortable chuckle. Paying attention to how serious it truly was and just how unfortunate it may be. It doesn’t seem that it was well over 2 decades earlier when I first drove that forklift. To this day, I seriously don’t miss doing work in a warehouse. The silver lining has been it showed me how to handle all types of people.