As an adult, the worst job I had was a brief stint at a nursing home. I had to do the bathing, and the old guys were completely perverted.
I suppose I had my revenge, though, in that I always got to give them their last (and by last I mean
posthumous) bath. I'd use the opportunity to tell them what I thought of them. Yes, I know my complaints were falling on deaf I mean dead ears, but that, in itself, was the revenge. I am going to hell.