Did McDonalds for 5 years....liked it more than I should have

Summer help work behind a paver...hot as hell and hard work, but loved it.

Taught an "educational" type of class at local correctional facility...sucked but good side money and no one cared how much or how little I worked.

Worst job....taught a makeup high school phys ed course at a vocational school. Every kid had failed gym class at their local high school and this class was from 8:00 am thru 1:00 pm every other Saturday....during the winter smh. No gym, no equipment and supervisor following you around everywhere. It was bad. Put us in the police training area that had an old universal weight machine and a treadmill. Spent most of my time trying to keep the shit heads out of the police stuff or from smoking. Students had to attend and participate in 10 classes. One moron on the final class before graduating brought a duffle bag with 30 cans of beer....he didn't get his credit.

No clue why I did this for 5 different years.

Caddy. Did 3 rounds in 3 days and never came back. So boring and awful.

Laley23;1845931 wrote:Caddy. Did 3 rounds in 3 days and never came back. So boring and awful.

How did that pay?

worst - Telemarketer for a photography chain. I think I lasted 3 days

next worst - factory that sewed car seats. glorified sweat shop

Ironman92;1845933 wrote:How did that pay?

I wasn't a regular, it was just a summer job, so I didn't get the "high rollers" lol. Think I made $150-$200 in tips over 3 rounds. I just went back to my landscaping job for the summer. Probably didn't pay as well, but I didn't have to break my back and could sleep in past 5am.

Worked as a laborer in the factory that my dad will retire from and my granddad did retire from. Terrible.

Metallurgical factory. Taught me to stay in college and do something that I want, instead of being a grumpy old man. That was the best thing about it.

Dirty. Cancer-filled place. Tedious work, all day every day. People die there sometimes -- summer after I worked there, guy died after being married for a week, 90% of his body burnt.

sealing asphalt for two summers...hot, dirty and smelly, but damn--I had a helluva tan!

vball10set;1846025 wrote:sealing asphalt for two summers...hot, dirty and smelly, but damn--I had a helluva tan!

like roofing it's all about the tan.... I love the smell of fresh tar in the morning ...

I worked in a bottled water factory one summer. Lifting 40 pound bottles of water for 8 hours a day. It was 95 degrees with about 110% humidity. I would sweat like a pig. I lost about 30 pounds that summer and had popeye forearms when I went back to school.

vball10set;1846025 wrote:sealing asphalt for two summers...hot, dirty and smelly, but damn--I had a helluva tan!

I worked county highway for the two summers after working in the factory. I'd do that all over again twice before I'd think about going back to the factory.

Belly35;1846037 wrote:like roofing it's all about the tan.... I love the smell of fresh tar in the morning ...

...smells like...victory

OSH;1846098 wrote:I worked county highway for the two summers after working in the factory. I'd do that all over again twice before I'd think about going back to the factory.

absolutely!

Repo man and bouncer in a strip club.

Girlfriend's son worked at Fresh Mark in Salem, Ohio. I think they make Sugardale hams & pork products. Kid came home every day smelling like bacon. You'd think it would be a perk but the small was overbearing. Our cats were always rolling around on his clothes, climbing in his pockets, etc. Started calling him the "Baconator."

BR1986FB;1846148 wrote:Repo man and bouncer in a strip club.

Girlfriend's son worked at Fresh Mark in Salem, Ohio. I think they make Sugardale hams & pork products. Kid came home every day smelling like bacon. You'd think it would be a perk but the small was overbearing. Our cats were always rolling around on his clothes, climbing in his pockets, etc. Started calling him the "Baconator."

Damn. Going to work in Salem everyday is punishment enough.

BR1986FB;1846148 wrote:Repo man and bouncer in a strip club.

Girlfriend's son worked at Fresh Mark in Salem, Ohio. I think they make Sugardale hams & pork products. Kid came home every day smelling like bacon. You'd think it would be a perk but the small was overbearing. Our cats were always rolling around on his clothes, climbing in his pockets, etc. Started calling him the "Baconator."

Now repo man in a strip club would be something

Straightening wrenches in a tool foundry. They would warp a bit when being annealed - sat on a stool for 50 hours a week tapping on them with a hammer. But - it was a summer job, and paid $9 an hour in the late 1970's. I can be bought...

Forgot one - started work at Gold Circle (remember that store?) as "maintenance" for six months - that meant I collected shopping carts from the parking lot and was the janitor.

- one time got a call to clean the ladies' fitting room - someone had left a major-league dump on the bench in there. To this day I can't un-see that.

- would have to crawl down a metal chute to un-jam boxes above the contractor hole. I still can't believe I used to do that with the compactor running.

In high school I worked at a dairy farm for 15 dollars a day. From 5am to 9pm. Did this six days a week all summer. Sundays were my only days off. Once football season started I would go milk in the mornings go to football practice after and then back to milking in the evenings. Done this for two summers. Might not be to bad looking back. He let me get milk when ever we needed it and he gave me a steer and let me show some of his cattle each year at the fair.

Spock;1846303 wrote:Now repo man in a strip club would be something

Their virginity was gone long ago. Can't be taken back.

Worked for a company running marketing campaigns where we exploited people's religious and political beliefs in order to get donations for fairly corrupt non-profits.

Felt like I needed to take a Brillo pad and scalding water to my soul every night. I always told myself that I wasn't actively involved in talking to people, but after a few copywriting meetings, the pay wasn't worth it. I found a job that offered a less-lucrative compensation package and took it anyway, just to get out of there.

I've never felt so much like a monster.