One time, I was hired to do a photography job which I *thought* was supposed to utilize my artistic talents. Instead, I basically had a line of people in front of me, and one by one I had to take their pictures while they grinned at me with big cheesy smilies.

Hour after hour, I took these lame ass photos and the artist inside my soul was being crushed into oblivion. I was hired under the pretense that I would be doing some high quality photo journalistic work, and ended up doing something that any schmuck at Sears Photo can do.

I pretty much like my job, so that's the closest to "hellish" I've ever come. The night ended with a fat tip so it wasn't all bad.