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Worst Summer Job?

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Mine. I work at the Country Club by my house, in the grill by the pool, and have to stare at the really hot, fit (and likely hung) lifeguards all day!.... wait... I LOVE that!
 
The "hardest" summer job I ever had was bailing hay. Actually, you stand on the flatbed and grab the bails as they come out of the machine and stack them. They weigh about 90lbs.

One day, it began to rain, so the tractor diver put it in high gear and then the bails weighed even more because they were wet.

Next, you have to unload the bails into a huge barn that was full of dust and hot as hell.

Things have changed since then and they now just roll them with a machine and leave them in the fields.

And the barns have mice, rats, and snakes in them, plus owls if you are lucky.

If you are really lucky, you can get the guys to go skinny dipping in the creek afterwards.
 
Years ago, I worked one summer in a laundry at a major hospital...
Let your mind go, and imagine the condition of some of the linens we used to get...

YUCK...still makes me shutter...and I'm now a nurse....
 
Let's see. It was while I was in college. I had a job with the county agricultural agent. My job was to artificially inseminate a dozen or so cows each day of the week.
Imagine the biggest rubber you can.
Put it on your arm. And the rest is really difficult
especially when the senior agent is making crude remarks.
and animal sounds and talking to the cow like a bull.
I had performance anxiety all summer.
And I wondered what his orientation was.
But with what he did, I didn't take any chances.
Do I have to paint a pretty picture for some of you.
I found a photo at an agricultural site,
but the conduct code forbids beastiality.
No one said that was what it was when I interviewed. :-({|=
 
My parents never let me work in the summer when I was in High School, but when i was in college, my first job was an elevator operator in a senior citizen home. It was one of those elevators that didn't stop at the right stop and I had to do it manually.
 
The next summer after I assisted the county agent with artificial insemination of cows, I got a job at a nearby military base.
There I color coded the controls for radar vans to be shipped to Turkey.

The color code was explained in a manual in Turkish for the soldiers in Turkey. Most were illiterate I am told. In those days we were still in a cold war with the old Soviet Union. We were assisting in our spying against the Soviets by the Turks. And at the same time we were furious at the Societs for wanting to do the same from Cuba, which did not border the US like Turkey does the old Soviet Union.

The job was awful and boring. I was usually working myself out of a job and my government boss, a crony would say to me, "Only a jackass wants to work. And he backs up to it." Maybe he liked my butt. He got no satisfaction from me. I probably drove him to the nut house.:grrr::grrr::grrr::grrr:
 
It wasn't a "summer" job - it was one Christmas, working for the merchandising department of Ipswich Town Football Club

During the coldest winter we'd had for several years.

In an unheated warehouse.
 
Parker Colorado. Nice. :)

I actually haven't ever had a really bad job. The worst was working for Inventory Auditors. You strap a ten key around your waist, walk up and down grocery aisles and tally up the value of all the products. Most shifts started at 5am. One started at 1am. It wasn't a horrible job, really, but not my idea of fun, either.

Lex
 
[...] and I was also very self-conscious about driving a tractor - it felt humiliating to me.

I LOVE driving tractors. It's the best part about planting in spring. I guess it could be humiliating under the right circumstances, though.
 
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