Cold Dead Hands
Footballguy
You described my childhood from age 8 to 13.Digging post holes in the middle of summer during a drought with a well worn wooden handled post hole digger.
You described my childhood from age 8 to 13.Digging post holes in the middle of summer during a drought with a well worn wooden handled post hole digger.
I hope you get your memory back.i had some good one's:
1. worked on a factory line for some Japanese dog food company. shift started 6 A.M. and my job was to watch the dog food cans go down the conveyor belt and make sure the labels were on, in addition to taking cans off that were open and removing the maggots. I will never know what exactly the dog food was made with but the smell was something i won't forget. i'll never remember one of my last days there, a guy told me with the most serious look that if he saw me in that place again he would knock me out. he told me to go back to college (in a nice way) and never come back again. worked this for like a week and a half, and honestly am glad i did cause anything is better than knowing you have to go to that every day.
2. worked blacktop and some roofing as a general contractor one summer. i still laugh when people say in the summer it is so hot they will die. the heat coming off the roofing tar or macadam added a good 20-25 degrees to any day.
3. had to hand out pamphlets for a company that bought college text books ("Campus Text) one Christmas break. you would thank standing around handing out pamphlets all day in the middle of the winter would be the worst, but without a doubt was the degrading looks all these college kids would shoot me and my buddies all day. it was at the University of Penn, and the kids there acted like us offering them a pamphlet was killing their first born. to this day i always take pamphlets, or even take a bunch, just knowing that might mean the kid could get a break getting more pamphlets
4. dressed up as the Subway Hoagie, and got chased and bitten by a German Sheppard while running away in the suit. damn thing was like an extra 30 pounds in the head cause it had a huge fan to keep you cool.
but i had this conversation at one of those temp jobs, and one guy described a usual day he had when he was in charge of the laundry at a retirement home. that may take the cake
:goodpost: I worked for an ag. research company and worked for a couple summers, pollenating, weeding, detassling. worked with a couple buddies of mine and that was one of my favorite summer jobs ever.I did this for 3 summers and actually kind of liked it. I'd sleep on the bus on the way to the fields, fire up the Walkman as I walked the row, and when finished light up a Camel and shoot the #### with the supervisors while waiting for the others to finish their rows. Great money for a teenager.Detasseling corn.
T'aint Corn. It's Dope.Senator Bedfellow: This is a fine batch of corn you have!I went out to do some farming for like a week one summer. #### that.
Willie Neslon said:I was a rodeo clown for a rodeo clown competition. It was a one day job and I had no experience as a rodeo clown. It wasn't a real rodeo, there were no bulls. It was just professional rodeo clowns being timed running around barrels and stuff and being judged for their costume and humor. It was awful because the crowd knew I was a fraud because I wasn't in the competition. It was embarrassing to "perform" in front of the pro clowns because they knew I sucked. There was no actual rodeo so there really wasn't much to do. I basically would run out front every ten minutes and wave my hat around a bunch of times. Never got one person to clap or smile, just a few get out of the ways. They didn't even give me any clown clothes or makeup. I pretty much just rolled up my jeans and rubbed some dirt on my face. So ghetto. One of the real clowns asked me what my clown name was and I think I said Ray. Only thing I could think of. He just said oh and nodded and walked away so he could hang out with cooler clowns. Humiliated for fifty bucks.
I was lying about this.male model.
harder... MUCH harder than it looks.
I did the painting thing one summer too, that was pretty terrible!Worst job I ever had was a painting job, painting houses exterior. I was let go after one week because I didn't "slop"it on fast enough. I actually cared about the job I was doing.
Second worst job was in the factor plant for my dad's packaging company. Sometimes I just stacked 55 gallon drum lids for 11 hours. Had to be the boringest job I ever had. And you didn't know when the shift would end.....it ends when production for the next day was done. Shifts could be 8-13 hours long. And what sucked more was, at the beginning of the summer, my dad (VP at the company) would enter the plant and tell the supervisor to work my ### off this summer......supervisor was like "Yes sir". At least I got paid decent money at that job.
I have done both of these as well and concur with your disdain for them.Shoveling manure every week and baling hay all summer sucks. Baling hay in the fields is bad enough when it is hot and sunny. There is simply no place to hide from the sun. But, the worst part of baling hay is putting it in the barn. You dreaded when it was your turn to be in the barn. You had to catch 100s of bales of hay as they fell off the chute and stack them in a barn that was hotter than the outside. There was no air movement and you choked on the dust.
The second toughest job was being a roofer for a summer. You are punished under the sun and your feet burn on the tar paper or shingles. I had this job over 20 years ago so we put shingles up using a hammer and nails. Carrying shingles up a ladder to the roof was even more physically demanding than actually pounding in thousands of nails/day.
I still sort of do this except I'll only put a couple hundred squares in the barn these days. Everything else gets round baled or sold in the field. Too old for this ####.I grew up on a dairy farm so that life had to be my worst job. Shoveling manure every week and baling hay all summer sucks. Baling hay in the fields is bad enough when it is hot and sunny. There is simply no place to hide from the sun. But, the worst part of baling hay is putting it in the barn. You dreaded when it was your turn to be in the barn. You had to catch 100s of bales of hay as they fell off the chute and stack them in a barn that was hotter than the outside. There was no air movement and you choked on the dust.
I have put up and mended more fence than I want to think about. Digging holes all day is not bad enough but you also get to contend with mother nature. If Saturday is the day chosen to fence, it does not matter if it is 40 and pouring rain. Dad was right though. I did not melt.
The worst actual job was in a cheese plant for the summer after HS and before college. The smell of milk turning to cheese was incredibly disgusting. The plant was cold, dirty and dark. I pulled cheese blocks out of freezing salt water and threw them on a conveyor. The work was back-breaking and boring. I still have scars on my hands from getting nicked by the conveyor belts and sores that got infected from the water.
The second toughest job was being a roofer for a summer. You are punished under the sun and your feet burn on the tar paper or shingles. I had this job over 20 years ago so we put shingles up using a hammer and nails. Carrying shingles up a ladder to the roof was even more physically demanding than actually pounding in thousands of nails/day. I watched a lot of guys quit that summer. The roofing job led to me working for a general contractor for the next summer. I loved that job and still use the skills I learned for my part-time second job.
Another tough job was in a steel mill that galvanized metal. I racked guard rail or highway sign posts all day so it could be dipped into the acid tanks and finally the molten zinc. I was on afternoon shift so it was very hot but it was great compared to the roofing and cheese plant. The work was dirty, exhausting, and monotonous but also a great workout. My shoulders and arms were jacked at the end of that summer.
Lifeguard/Swim Teacher/Swim Coach at the Dallas Country Club was perhaps the greatest job of my entire life. Great pay, incredible scenery, pool all day long in the middle of a Texas summer, partying at night with coworkers your own age. So much fun.I held a fair variety of jobs, some sucked some rocked.
11 - 13: newspaper delivery boy, wasn't too bad most days but keeping track of payments and getting out there every day taught me a lot. Best times were riding in the back of my dad's van on Sundays, jumping out and delivering the paper. I put it either in the mailbox or door every time.![]()
14: janitor at a die cast molding shop![]()
15: mailroom at a financial planning magazine![]()
16: waterproofing (basically digging trenches) quit this after one week![]()
16 - 21 (summers after I went to college): lifeguard at a wave pool, the YMCA and a country club![]()
19: fast food at college![]()
20: bowling alley front desk worker![]()
21 - 22: office manager for a universtity apartment complex![]()
I feel sorry for you. Honestly. Baling hay is punishing for so many reasons.I still sort of do this except I'll only put a couple hundred squares in the barn these days. Everything else gets round baled or sold in the field. Too old for this ####.I grew up on a dairy farm so that life had to be my worst job. Shoveling manure every week and baling hay all summer sucks. Baling hay in the fields is bad enough when it is hot and sunny. There is simply no place to hide from the sun. But, the worst part of baling hay is putting it in the barn. You dreaded when it was your turn to be in the barn. You had to catch 100s of bales of hay as they fell off the chute and stack them in a barn that was hotter than the outside. There was no air movement and you choked on the dust.
I have put up and mended more fence than I want to think about. Digging holes all day is not bad enough but you also get to contend with mother nature. If Saturday is the day chosen to fence, it does not matter if it is 40 and pouring rain. Dad was right though. I did not melt.
The worst actual job was in a cheese plant for the summer after HS and before college. The smell of milk turning to cheese was incredibly disgusting. The plant was cold, dirty and dark. I pulled cheese blocks out of freezing salt water and threw them on a conveyor. The work was back-breaking and boring. I still have scars on my hands from getting nicked by the conveyor belts and sores that got infected from the water.
The second toughest job was being a roofer for a summer. You are punished under the sun and your feet burn on the tar paper or shingles. I had this job over 20 years ago so we put shingles up using a hammer and nails. Carrying shingles up a ladder to the roof was even more physically demanding than actually pounding in thousands of nails/day. I watched a lot of guys quit that summer. The roofing job led to me working for a general contractor for the next summer. I loved that job and still use the skills I learned for my part-time second job.
Another tough job was in a steel mill that galvanized metal. I racked guard rail or highway sign posts all day so it could be dipped into the acid tanks and finally the molten zinc. I was on afternoon shift so it was very hot but it was great compared to the roofing and cheese plant. The work was dirty, exhausting, and monotonous but also a great workout. My shoulders and arms were jacked at the end of that summer.
Like I said though, I've cut way back on handling the square bales. You get a nice discount when you come pick them up behind me. I can handle a couple hundred a year for personal use. In fact now, I've gotten some good gigs square baling for other people. They cut fluff and rake, and I'll roll up with my baler, hook up to their tractor and charge $1-2 a bale and I never touch the stuff.I feel sorry for you. Honestly. Baling hay is punishing for so many reasons.I still sort of do this except I'll only put a couple hundred squares in the barn these days. Everything else gets round baled or sold in the field. Too old for this ####.I grew up on a dairy farm so that life had to be my worst job. Shoveling manure every week and baling hay all summer sucks. Baling hay in the fields is bad enough when it is hot and sunny. There is simply no place to hide from the sun. But, the worst part of baling hay is putting it in the barn. You dreaded when it was your turn to be in the barn. You had to catch 100s of bales of hay as they fell off the chute and stack them in a barn that was hotter than the outside. There was no air movement and you choked on the dust.
I have put up and mended more fence than I want to think about. Digging holes all day is not bad enough but you also get to contend with mother nature. If Saturday is the day chosen to fence, it does not matter if it is 40 and pouring rain. Dad was right though. I did not melt.
The worst actual job was in a cheese plant for the summer after HS and before college. The smell of milk turning to cheese was incredibly disgusting. The plant was cold, dirty and dark. I pulled cheese blocks out of freezing salt water and threw them on a conveyor. The work was back-breaking and boring. I still have scars on my hands from getting nicked by the conveyor belts and sores that got infected from the water.
The second toughest job was being a roofer for a summer. You are punished under the sun and your feet burn on the tar paper or shingles. I had this job over 20 years ago so we put shingles up using a hammer and nails. Carrying shingles up a ladder to the roof was even more physically demanding than actually pounding in thousands of nails/day. I watched a lot of guys quit that summer. The roofing job led to me working for a general contractor for the next summer. I loved that job and still use the skills I learned for my part-time second job.
Another tough job was in a steel mill that galvanized metal. I racked guard rail or highway sign posts all day so it could be dipped into the acid tanks and finally the molten zinc. I was on afternoon shift so it was very hot but it was great compared to the roofing and cheese plant. The work was dirty, exhausting, and monotonous but also a great workout. My shoulders and arms were jacked at the end of that summer.
My dad still farms but on a small scale. He only round bales. He sold the small square baler to the horse farmer next door. I was glad to see that devil machine go.
Ray the clownI was a rodeo clown for a rodeo clown competition. It was a one day job and I had no experience as a rodeo clown. It wasn't a real rodeo, there were no bulls. It was just professional rodeo clowns being timed running around barrels and stuff and being judged for their costume and humor. It was awful because the crowd knew I was a fraud because I wasn't in the competition. It was embarrassing to "perform" in front of the pro clowns because they knew I sucked. There was no actual rodeo so there really wasn't much to do. I basically would run out front every ten minutes and wave my hat around a bunch of times. Never got one person to clap or smile, just a few get out of the ways. They didn't even give me any clown clothes or makeup. I pretty much just rolled up my jeans and rubbed some dirt on my face. So ghetto. One of the real clowns asked me what my clown name was and I think I said Ray. Only thing I could think of. He just said oh and nodded and walked away so he could hang out with cooler clowns. Humiliated for fifty bucks.
Same job?I've driven a van full of dirty diapers on a summers day. I've bought maxi-pads by the cartload. I've chauffered a 7th grade girl from private school to home.
Is your name Joe and do you play baseball?Officer Pete Malloy said:Same job?Brony said:I've driven a van full of dirty diapers on a summers day. I've bought maxi-pads by the cartload. I've chauffered a 7th grade girl from private school to home.
I should post that job description to Monster or Craigslist and see what kind of applicants I get.Officer Pete Malloy said:Same job?Brony said:I've driven a van full of dirty diapers on a summers day. I've bought maxi-pads by the cartload. I've chauffered a 7th grade girl from private school to home.
I also worked at a print shop. Started in their bindery then eventually was running a full 4 web printing press. That was a great job at the time (I was still in high school making $20/hour while my cohorts were making $5.25 at Wendy's). The ink was terrible though.recycling ink at a print shop. Would come home covered in ink every day
This sounds like a killer thread.I should post that job description to Monster or Craigslist and see what kind of applicants I get.Officer Pete Malloy said:Same job?Brony said:I've driven a van full of dirty diapers on a summers day. I've bought maxi-pads by the cartload. I've chauffered a 7th grade girl from private school to home.