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Worst job you've had?

Mayonnaise factory operative.

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  • I've had some nastier ones, but being the designated cleaner outer of hair clogs in the tub drain for my household is right up there for sure.

  • Cleaner at a bacon factory.

  • Actually telesales was worse but I only did that for a day.

  • The thing is I would do them again no sweat. Needs must.

  • And to anyone doing a job they hate - hustle hard! Make a new option come your way. Never give up! Change does come, it just takes time sometimes.

  • A factory that makes die cast molds. It was wretched for your health and I worked there three days. Also jimmy johns with how much they gaslight you lol

  • Worked for a city public works department weedwacking storm drainage ponds one summer. All I did was swing a heavy ass weedwacker in 90 degree heat while I got covered in wet grass bits, nettles, and slug / frog guts.

  • Roto-Rooter

  • Busboy at a seafood restaurant.

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  • Busboy at IHOP as a teenager. Quit after one shift, and began working at a drive-in theater instead. I wasn't filthy and soaking wet, and I saw every exploitation movie made at the time.

  • Weeding tomato plants by hand in a field the size of a football field on the hottest day of the year. Lasted 4 hours. They still owe me $8...

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  • I worked at this really low end furniture store. The job itself wasn’t horrible but it did suck because it was commission only. One day I’m sitting on this but ugly sofa hoping this lady will buy it and she starts screaming hysterically. It takes me a second than I realize that a huge snake popped his head out of the crack of the cushion. Now i generally don’t like snakes and definitely am creeped out by big ones. This guys head was bigger than a softball. My heart was beating pretty fast and I didn’t know if it was poisonous or whatnot. I popped up quickly and helped the lady chill out and make sure we were safe. I told my boss and he acted like it had happened before or it was to be expected when the stuff ships over from Indonesia and Vietnam. We ended up calling animal control and two hours later they removed him. They said he was a python. I didn’t sit on any more sofas after. My boss didn’t even offer the lady a discount.

  • Sewer department for public works. Literally shoveling poo. Didn’t take me long to figure out that it wasn’t for me.
    Did telemarketing too and that wasn’t much better.
    Mayonnaise factory operative wins for best job title.

  • Apprenticeship at an engineering factory.

    The 70 year old Newcastle born bloke training me was a nutter, and would greet my 17 year old self with a punch in the stomach, and call me a ‘focken cont’, or variations on that.

    The job involved screwing in and out pieces of razor sharp metal, covered in oil, before they entered the cutting blades of a milling machine. I’d go home deafened by the noise, my fingers cut to shreds, and my socks filled with blood from metal shavings you could never stop getting into your boots. There was also the risk of losing an arm if you weren’t quick enough getting the bits out before they entered the cutters. The oil was dirty too, so that’d cause infections and sickness.

    One morning I bent down to retrieve the spanner I’d dropped, and felt something brush the top of my hair. A split second later there was a massive bang, and straightening up, I saw the 4ft cast iron rig from my mates machine next to me, embedded in the factory wall. If I hadn’t dropped that spanner, my head would have been taken clean off.

    There wasn’t a single employee without an injury or missing body part - it was like the scene of Jaws where they compare scars. My wonderful trainer had two missing fingers and a glass eye.

    Amazingly I lasted a year, before giving up the £40 per week wage, and swapping it for £35 per week dole money.

  • edited September 2019

    Putting COOKIE WARNINGS and DATA PROTECTION POLICIES that no sane person reads or cares about on a gazillion websites, ruining their usability and costing my customers money they could've spent for actually improving their websites.

    (yes I know, First World Problems compared to other stuff posted here, but...)

  • @MonzoPro said:
    Apprenticeship at an engineering factory.

    The 70 year old Newcastle born bloke training me was a nutter, and would greet my 17 year old self with a punch in the stomach, and call me a ‘focken cont’, or variations on that.

    The job involved screwing in and out pieces of razor sharp metal, covered in oil, before they entered the cutting blades of a milling machine. I’d go home deafened by the noise, my fingers cut to shreds, and my socks filled with blood from metal shavings you could never stop getting into your boots. There was also the risk of losing an arm if you weren’t quick enough getting the bits out before they entered the cutters. The oil was dirty too, so that’d cause infections and sickness.

    One morning I bent down to retrieve the spanner I’d dropped, and felt something brush the top of my hair. A split second later there was a massive bang, and straightening up, I saw the 4ft cast iron rig from my mates machine next to me, embedded in the factory wall. If I hadn’t dropped that spanner, my head would have been taken clean off.

    There wasn’t a single employee without an injury or missing body part - it was like the scene of Jaws where they compare scars. My wonderful trainer had two missing fingers and a glass eye.

    Amazingly I lasted a year, before giving up the £40 per week wage, and swapping it for £35 per week dole money.

    Brilliant- the imagery you got in there 👌l would buy the book.

  • my two worst jobs were trying to make it to work without being stopped by the police or thugs, and trying to make it back home without being stopped by police or thugs.

  • @MonzoPro
    @robosardine
    Brilliant- the imagery you got in there 👌l would buy the book.

    THIS!

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    Some proper nightmare stories, thanks all for sharing.

    I think @MonzoPro is the current champion!!

    Love that sofa snake story @stuck80s

    Insider secret from the mayonnaise industry.

    The gold medal award winning one, the mid range with stylish labeling and the cheapest one on the supermarket shelves...

    All from the same tap

  • Worked in a Halal meat abattoir... started off packing meat into lorry’s , then was on production line for a bit ... doing shackling ( sheep would be slaughtered n I had to shackle a leg up onto the conveyor belt to go round factory ... if I didn’t get it right then the carcasses would fall off into what was known as blood alley 😳 I would have to wade in to knee deep blood n drag the carcass back out n redo ..... If that wasn’t bad enough it was also my job to go down underground into the screen house which would sift solid matter out of the factory sewer system before it went into public sewer.... if it was left too long then the room the screen was contained in would over flow 🤢 the smell was incredible.... don’t know which part was worse , when shackling I was right next to the lairage ( place live animals where kept n inspected before dispatch and the smell there was almost pure ammonia ..... Do I win 😂😂😂

  • People don't realize that mayonnaise is actually an alien invasion that took over the earth long ago...

    join the resistance our futures depend on it.

  • @SilverK said:
    Worked in a Halal meat abattoir... started off packing meat into lorry’s , then was on production line for a bit ... doing shackling ( sheep would be slaughtered n I had to shackle a leg up onto the conveyor belt to go round factory ... if I didn’t get it right then the carcasses would fall off into what was known as blood alley 😳 I would have to wade in to knee deep blood n drag the carcass back out n redo ..... If that wasn’t bad enough it was also my job to go down underground into the screen house which would sift solid matter out of the factory sewer system before it went into public sewer.... if it was left too long then the room the screen was contained in would over flow 🤢 the smell was incredible.... don’t know which part was worse , when shackling I was right next to the lairage ( place live animals where kept n inspected before dispatch and the smell there was almost pure ammonia ..... Do I win 😂😂😂

    Definitely.

    My old biology teacher took us on a field trip to an abattoir, and the experience turned every one of our class veggie overnight. I stayed veggie for over 20 years as a result.

    Awful, can’t imagine how hard it is to work somewhere like that.

  • @robosardine said:

    @MonzoPro said:
    Apprenticeship at an engineering factory.

    The 70 year old Newcastle born bloke training me was a nutter, and would greet my 17 year old self with a punch in the stomach, and call me a ‘focken cont’, or variations on that.

    The job involved screwing in and out pieces of razor sharp metal, covered in oil, before they entered the cutting blades of a milling machine. I’d go home deafened by the noise, my fingers cut to shreds, and my socks filled with blood from metal shavings you could never stop getting into your boots. There was also the risk of losing an arm if you weren’t quick enough getting the bits out before they entered the cutters. The oil was dirty too, so that’d cause infections and sickness.

    One morning I bent down to retrieve the spanner I’d dropped, and felt something brush the top of my hair. A split second later there was a massive bang, and straightening up, I saw the 4ft cast iron rig from my mates machine next to me, embedded in the factory wall. If I hadn’t dropped that spanner, my head would have been taken clean off.

    There wasn’t a single employee without an injury or missing body part - it was like the scene of Jaws where they compare scars. My wonderful trainer had two missing fingers and a glass eye.

    Amazingly I lasted a year, before giving up the £40 per week wage, and swapping it for £35 per week dole money.

    Brilliant- the imagery you got in there 👌l would buy the book.

    Out later this autumn ;)

  • Scraping bits of accumulated fifty year old chewing gum from a huge linoleum floor in a defunct post office for a week, then moving incredibly heavy metal tables in same doing serious back injury. But I was young.

  • @MonzoPro said:

    @robosardine said:

    @MonzoPro said:
    Apprenticeship at an engineering factory.

    The 70 year old Newcastle born bloke training me was a nutter, and would greet my 17 year old self with a punch in the stomach, and call me a ‘focken cont’, or variations on that.

    The job involved screwing in and out pieces of razor sharp metal, covered in oil, before they entered the cutting blades of a milling machine. I’d go home deafened by the noise, my fingers cut to shreds, and my socks filled with blood from metal shavings you could never stop getting into your boots. There was also the risk of losing an arm if you weren’t quick enough getting the bits out before they entered the cutters. The oil was dirty too, so that’d cause infections and sickness.

    One morning I bent down to retrieve the spanner I’d dropped, and felt something brush the top of my hair. A split second later there was a massive bang, and straightening up, I saw the 4ft cast iron rig from my mates machine next to me, embedded in the factory wall. If I hadn’t dropped that spanner, my head would have been taken clean off.

    There wasn’t a single employee without an injury or missing body part - it was like the scene of Jaws where they compare scars. My wonderful trainer had two missing fingers and a glass eye.

    Amazingly I lasted a year, before giving up the £40 per week wage, and swapping it for £35 per week dole money.

    Brilliant- the imagery you got in there 👌l would buy the book.

    Out later this autumn ;)

    Def. buy it :) And I would also like (as a postscript) a two thousand word piece in the first person by your 70 year old instructor detailing his own memories as a 17 year old 50 plus years previously and his view of the kids-today that you were then :)

  • @JohnnyGoodyear said:

    @MonzoPro said:

    @robosardine said:

    @MonzoPro said:
    Apprenticeship at an engineering factory.

    The 70 year old Newcastle born bloke training me was a nutter, and would greet my 17 year old self with a punch in the stomach, and call me a ‘focken cont’, or variations on that.

    The job involved screwing in and out pieces of razor sharp metal, covered in oil, before they entered the cutting blades of a milling machine. I’d go home deafened by the noise, my fingers cut to shreds, and my socks filled with blood from metal shavings you could never stop getting into your boots. There was also the risk of losing an arm if you weren’t quick enough getting the bits out before they entered the cutters. The oil was dirty too, so that’d cause infections and sickness.

    One morning I bent down to retrieve the spanner I’d dropped, and felt something brush the top of my hair. A split second later there was a massive bang, and straightening up, I saw the 4ft cast iron rig from my mates machine next to me, embedded in the factory wall. If I hadn’t dropped that spanner, my head would have been taken clean off.

    There wasn’t a single employee without an injury or missing body part - it was like the scene of Jaws where they compare scars. My wonderful trainer had two missing fingers and a glass eye.

    Amazingly I lasted a year, before giving up the £40 per week wage, and swapping it for £35 per week dole money.

    Brilliant- the imagery you got in there 👌l would buy the book.

    Out later this autumn ;)

    Def. buy it :) And I would also like (as a postscript) a two thousand word piece in the first person by your 70 year old instructor detailing his own memories as a 17 year old 50 plus years previously and his view of the kids-today that you were then :)

    He was bloomin horrible, you wouldn't want to enter his mind.

    Almost on a par was the boss of the last company I worked for. Almost 7 feet tall, Max-Wall hairstyle but grey, dark, dark rings under his heavily lidded eyes, Frankenstein gait with banana bunches for hands...kicked a door at me once, and that was the last time I was employed by someone else - been freelance/own boss ever since.

  • Sausage factory, cleaning out pigs’ intestines with my fingers. Truly horrific. I lasted 1.5 days.

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