Fresh out of high school, I used to work for a radio station as a dj. I kept the job for one year, and sometimes I really liked it. But I was given minimal training on how to do things, then when I screwed up I got the third degree. My boss was a complete antisocial jerk. I was the new guy, so I got all the crappy jobs and shifts that nobody else wanted, which translated into me working sometimes in the neighborhood of 60-80 hours a week. I never had a regular schedule, so I ended up working all hours of the day and couldn't make plans for anything else. I worked all holidays, including the Christmas where I came in at 6 in the morning and left at 2 the next morning. Once I got yelled at for bringing my lunch to work in a bag from a grocery store that didn't advertise with us. One night my supervisor changed my schedule to work the next day without telling me, then when I didn't come when he expected I got yelled at again. One night while cleaning the equipment I spilled some alcohol on the plastic-tile floor that left a spot about the size of a quarter - once again, a thorough yelling.
But all my friends thought is was cool that I was a dj.