You cut a field and you have to rake it. Three days without rain after a rake sticks with me as a rule of thumb. Oh yeah it was always green . Fed cows at a dairy farm and horses. We bailed straw too but that was always lighter.

Some would say my current job is the worst. I'm a nurse practitioner for a busy urology practice. I look at dicks (no homo) and examine prostates ALL. DAY. LONG. Then I look at my paycheck and remember why I do it.

Worked at a small sporting good store. Got paid to stand around, and punished for having nothing to do. They fired people to avoid giving raises.

Two jobs stand out.

Worked for a company that cleaned pools prior to opening for summer season. The "boss" would pour muriatic acid down the sides of the pool while us "workers" would take broom brushes and scrub the wall sides ( in the pool ) free of algae and bacteria stains. Of course, no PPE was ever considered, and the acid would burn like hell when the mist would hit your skin. Make good money, though.

The other was a supposed "seafood delivery" job in Norfolk during college. We'd take pasteurized crabmeat and "repackage" it into Fresh crab meat containers and deliver to hotel main chefs. When not cheating the major hotel chains, we had the joy of sitting on a cinder block and breaking oyster clusters into singles with a hammer and wedge. The poor ladies that scaled and filleted the fish did take pity on us, which was nice, and we always left the job with a bag of fillets that were worthy of a good meal. Even the shittiest of jobs had good people and some fond memories.

Had a guy that worked for me in Athens, Georgia that had been a chicken eviscerater in Winder, Georgia. Always sounded pretty bad to me.

(08-06-2013 04:45 AM)GoApps70 Wrote:  Had a guy that worked for me in Athens, Georgia that had been a chicken eviscerater in Winder, Georgia. Always sounded pretty bad to me.

What do you do for a living GoApps?

(08-05-2013 02:39 PM)Smaug Wrote:  I've bailed hay.

Stay in school, kids.

Sounds about as much fun as topping tobacco.

Believe it or not, I worked in the Oil Fields of southeastern Ohio during summers between college. 12 hrs a day, 6 days a week in the summers. Worked underneath a service rig for the 1st 2 summers - pulling pipe out of existing wells, installing new pumps and then putting it all back together. Dirty, filthy job. Sometimes we would work on a well that due to the gas pressure would spew crude 50 feet in the air and then rain down on us. You didn't stop working - didn't take long to feel like a roast chicken on a hot summer day being covered in crude.

I was the only "college boy" on the crew - sometimes after work, they would be wanting to go to the nearest dive bar and they couldn't understand why I wanted to clean-up prior to going. They would go with grease and crap all over them and just sit in the bar and try and pick up the local bar scags grubby as hell.

The money wasn't bad for 1974 - $3.00 per hour - so that's why I did it for 3 summers running.