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[Apple Jack]

Worked maintenance on a gorgeous golf course in Colorado in college. Typical day consisted of waking up at 6, putting on coffee, pulling a couple bongs, grabbing coffee, driving a half mile to work, and walking out to mow four greens as the sky started to light up the narrow red rock walls of the Hermosa Valley. Occasionally you'd see a California Golden Eagle perched on the 150 marker on the 10th hole. I was fanatical about striping. And as good as anybody else I've seen. A well-placed golf course is a living, breathing art installation and for me it was definitely a point of pride when we had it going. Then I'd hop on a fairway mower and do the same for fairways. At lunch, run home, scarf down whatever, pull another couple tubes and rush back because I loved my job. If not fairways, it would be a National mower which with it's nobby back tires was what you use on steep slopes around bunkers and green complexes. All these greens are elevated, so there is a lot of ground to mow while trying not to fall out of the seat. Those were fun. Then somebody would radio and call for a safety meeting, which meant we're all meeting down at the river to smoke, at which point most of the crew would meet down at the river and smoke, as a couple guys would pull out their fly rods and fish for a few minutes. Eventually we'd change clothes, throw our clubs on carts, fill our coolers with ice and beer, and go play. And don't forget to have the boss call over to Telluride for a tee time tomorrow, as we'll be four-wheeling over Ophir Pass with Bloody Mary thermoses first thing for a 36 hole booze. And exercise extra caution driving back over the pass hammered in the dark. $7/hour.

 

[Deranged Hermit]

Movie theater at a crowded Mall when I was in High School. Met a ton of great people, many of whom I hang out with to this day.

 

[Da Guru]

In college while working out in the gym I met a guy who provided security for all the concerts in the Metro-Detroit area at the time. Said he needed help so I was in. Since he knew me he usually assigned me and another guy the job of making sure nobody went in the dressing room areas that did not belong. I saw every major act that came to town as well as small acts. Once the show started we would go stand by the side of the stage and watch. Wish I had my IPhone back then because when they were getting ready to go on they are standing only feet away from us. Springsteen and Mellencamp are both pretty small men up close. They look way bigger on stage. Springsteen was a good guy who talked to us before and after he went on.

Areosmith, Springsteen, Seger,Mellencamp, Elton John, Huey Lewis, Billy Joel just to name a few. I was 22 and drank vodka with Wayne Newton one night. Of all the events I worked Wayne Newton was the nicest guy..he did 2 shows and both nights invited us in to eat and drink with him and his band. Nobody was allowed to go near Elton John..as he seemed paranoid.

Even though we were getting paid it was not work..just exciting to go in every night there was a show.

 

[Mjolnirs]

Soon after high school I worked in an arcade in the late 80's/early 90's for several months. Easily my favorite job. After the mall closed, I opened the machines up to free play mode and my friends and I would play until 2 or 3 in the morning.

My wife worked at a mall arcade when were dating. I would go early to pick her up, select a machine and she would set it to free play.

 

[Metallurgist]

Worked at a dude ranch in the rocky mountains. Raft guide in the summer, drove snowcats in the winter. Good times. Was high most of the time

 

[mr roboto]

Bar Manager at a private club in the 90s.

Bang the weekend piano player on a local golf course after hours. Took her to a local bar (Fabulous Ferns for any Twin Cities folk) then went to drop her off at her dorm. She wanted to go for a walk, told me to drive to a local golf course where we could walk the cart path, and then the secks happened on one of the greens.

Dated one of the 18-year-old servers when I was 6 years her senior. She lived with her best friend and I slept over many nights with these two in the same bed.

God, I want to be in my 20s again

I always thought it would have been fun to work at a summer resort like in Northern MN. Constant flow of money, short stays, girls etc.

 

[mr roboto]

Worked maintenance on a gorgeous golf course in Colorado in college. Typical day consisted of waking up at 6, putting on coffee, pulling a couple bongs, grabbing coffee, driving a half mile to work, and walking out to mow four greens as the sky started to light up the narrow red rock walls of the Hermosa Valley. Occasionally you'd see a California Golden Eagle perched on the 150 marker on the 10th hole. I was fanatical about striping. And as good as anybody else I've seen. A well-placed golf course is a living, breathing art installation and for me it was definitely a point of pride when we had it going. Then I'd hop on a fairway mower and do the same for fairways. At lunch, run home, scarf down whatever, pull another couple tubes and rush back because I loved my job. If not fairways, it would be a National mower which with it's nobby back tires was what you use on steep slopes around bunkers and green complexes. All these greens are elevated, so there is a lot of ground to mow while trying not to fall out of the seat. Those were fun. Then somebody would radio and call for a safety meeting, which meant we're all meeting down at the river to smoke, at which point most of the crew would meet down at the river and smoke, as a couple guys would pull out their fly rods and fish for a few minutes. Eventually we'd change clothes, throw our clubs on carts, fill our coolers with ice and beer, and go play. And don't forget to have the boss call over to Telluride for a tee time tomorrow, as we'll be four-wheeling over Ophir Pass with Bloody Mary thermoses first thing for a 36 hole booze. And exercise extra caution driving back over the pass hammered in the dark. $7/hour.

This would be my dream job easily.

 

[El Floppo]

Field archaeologist.

did you do this?

I was pretty interested, and minored (concentration, really- not a true "minor") in archaeology in college. the whole process seemed pretty dull, outside of the one in a million find. open sun all day, no pay, catalog finds all night. and snakes. and nazis.

 

[snogger]

Tough call here as there are two that rank right up there as my Favorites..

1st one..

Worked at Canterbury Downs (now Canterbury Park) selling racing forms and programs.. Such a fun time meeting all kinds of people from "down to the last dollar" type.. who you could had just enough money to get in the door, get a program and bet a race or two hoping to make it big.

Then you had the "rich".. had a guy walk in one day during a Big Pick 6 payoff day with a brief case of money.. When he opened it up to get money out to pay for the program the look of all of those around us was funny as heck..You knew he did it just to show off, but still

Also met NFL Football players( Fran Tarkenton, Matt Blair, Tommy Kramer, etc..), Wrestlers( Baron von Raschke, The Road Warriors, The Crusher, etc.)

We worked different shifts.. One day you'd work 2 to 4 hours the next 8.. And on the 2-4 hour days we never left.. We'd stick around and help while betting on the races..

 

[snogger]

And here is the 2nd one:

Worked for a Company called "Friends, Phones and Phone" .. Which in reality was a dating service

We had Robo machines call people telling them to call in and listen to a 10 minutes tape ( yes, we were using cassette tapes then).. When they listened to others that recorded themselves all they received was a 4 digit number for the people.. No names or phone numbers.

The number they called was one of those $1 per minute numbers( can't recall the actual charge back) so they already paid their money

So now they'd call us Operators so they could talk to the person they thought was a match.. To increase "memberships" we'd tell them we'd gladly call the person for them but first they needed to make a 1 minute recording of themselves.. Thus we ALWAYS had new customers..

We'd make the call afterwards using 3rd party lines, introduce them to each other and hang up.. after that it was up to them to decide how much information they shared.

Lost count of how many dates my friends and I "stole"..

Got one of my roommates a job there and twice we had "Fish Bowl" parties.. He and I would grab a few Numbers of girls that were in our age range and go back to our apartment.. Then the 4 of us would take some slips out of the fishbowl and invite them to a party.. That way if they were dogs didn't matter as it was just a party..

I loved the job so much I showed up one day to get my paycheck and the Owner said.. "Well since you are here want to clock in and help with some errands?" Had nothing better to do so did so..

From that day forward I came and went when I wanted to .. Most weeks I was putting in 60-80 hours but never felt like work ..

 

[STEADYMOBBIN 22]

Worked maintenance on a gorgeous golf course in Colorado in college. Typical day consisted of waking up at 6, putting on coffee, pulling a couple bongs, grabbing coffee, driving a half mile to work, and walking out to mow four greens as the sky started to light up the narrow red rock walls of the Hermosa Valley. Occasionally you'd see a California Golden Eagle perched on the 150 marker on the 10th hole. I was fanatical about striping. And as good as anybody else I've seen. A well-placed golf course is a living, breathing art installation and for me it was definitely a point of pride when we had it going. Then I'd hop on a fairway mower and do the same for fairways. At lunch, run home, scarf down whatever, pull another couple tubes and rush back because I loved my job. If not fairways, it would be a National mower which with it's nobby back tires was what you use on steep slopes around bunkers and green complexes. All these greens are elevated, so there is a lot of ground to mow while trying not to fall out of the seat. Those were fun. Then somebody would radio and call for a safety meeting, which meant we're all meeting down at the river to smoke, at which point most of the crew would meet down at the river and smoke, as a couple guys would pull out their fly rods and fish for a few minutes. Eventually we'd change clothes, throw our clubs on carts, fill our coolers with ice and beer, and go play. And don't forget to have the boss call over to Telluride for a tee time tomorrow, as we'll be four-wheeling over Ophir Pass with Bloody Mary thermoses first thing for a 36 hole booze. And exercise extra caution driving back over the pass hammered in the dark. $7/hour.

This gets the most intoxication/visual post of the month award.

 

[Apple Jack]

Worked maintenance on a gorgeous golf course in Colorado in college. Typical day consisted of waking up at 6, putting on coffee, pulling a couple bongs, grabbing coffee, driving a half mile to work, and walking out to mow four greens as the sky started to light up the narrow red rock walls of the Hermosa Valley. Occasionally you'd see a California Golden Eagle perched on the 150 marker on the 10th hole. I was fanatical about striping. And as good as anybody else I've seen. A well-placed golf course is a living, breathing art installation and for me it was definitely a point of pride when we had it going. Then I'd hop on a fairway mower and do the same for fairways. At lunch, run home, scarf down whatever, pull another couple tubes and rush back because I loved my job. If not fairways, it would be a National mower which with it's nobby back tires was what you use on steep slopes around bunkers and green complexes. All these greens are elevated, so there is a lot of ground to mow while trying not to fall out of the seat. Those were fun. Then somebody would radio and call for a safety meeting, which meant we're all meeting down at the river to smoke, at which point most of the crew would meet down at the river and smoke, as a couple guys would pull out their fly rods and fish for a few minutes. Eventually we'd change clothes, throw our clubs on carts, fill our coolers with ice and beer, and go play. And don't forget to have the boss call over to Telluride for a tee time tomorrow, as we'll be four-wheeling over Ophir Pass with Bloody Mary thermoses first thing for a 36 hole booze. And exercise extra caution driving back over the pass hammered in the dark. $7/hour.

This would be my dream job easily.

It was pretty great. I also had a side gig for five years as "in-house professional" for a company that managed golf tournaments for non-profits. American Cancer, Big Brothers, Teach for America, etc. They were in LA and I was in SF, but the events were all over the country, and usually at elite clubs. Country Club at Brookline, Riviera, SF Golf Club, Innisbrook Copperhead, Colonial, Carmel Lodge. $6k/foursome entry fees. The events were always on Mondays, so I would use PTO from work, travel in on Saturday, meet at the club for walk through Sunday, often play the course that evening as I was still technically in the PGA program, set up the event, manage volunteers, make rules announcements and then with the other guy who did my job would just drive around the course flirting with whatever women got enlisted to push raffle tickets or hand out booze and food. Open bar after the event. Once we got the all clear from the tournament director we'd head out for a wrap dinner. They paid me $400 to effectively fly me to some killer country club to play golf, wine and dine me, and expose me to interesting people. Even got laid a couple times. That one was pretty good too.

 

[Leroy Hoard]

Soon after high school I worked in an arcade in the late 80's/early 90's for several months. Easily my favorite job. After the mall closed, I opened the machines up to free play mode and my friends and I would play until 2 or 3 in the morning.

Similar job, worked as little as possible at local bowling alley to get in good with bartenders. Would help them close the place, then it was afterhours club where drinks were free. All of course while bowling or playing video games/pool for money.

Did have to hide in basement once when owner came back to pick up something he left there.

 

[Eminence]

Making pizza was fun.

 

[Osaurus]

Field archaeologist.

did you do this?

I was pretty interested, and minored (concentration, really- not a true "minor") in archaeology in college. the whole process seemed pretty dull, outside of the one in a million find. open sun all day, no pay, catalog finds all night. and snakes. and nazis.

Yup. In college and a few years after doing pipeline surveys mostly. It's a great job if you like walking, don't want much money, and desire a nomadic lifestyle. You can be high most of the time though.

 

[TakiToki]

Pizza delivery for me, as others have said ITT. Only crappy part was closing which involved sweeping, mopping and dishes. However, 3/4 of the time I worked with a manager that didn't GAF, and I'd feed my buddies free beer and pizza to come in and do that stuff for me while the boss and I smoked weed.

In retrospect, I do feel bad about giving away all that free stuff but hey, kids are kids.

 

[jamny]

I liked my jobs when I was younger but none would qualify as favorite. Dishwasher, deli worker, plumbers helper, machinist, delivering furniture. I've been doing corporate audio-visual for the past 20 years which can be fun at times but my favorite job is the one I'm working towards. Voiceovers. It's a good chunk of my salary now and I hope it's my only job in a few years. Each year is another step closer!

 

[Eminence]

Pizza delivery for me, as others have said ITT. Only crappy part was closing which involved sweeping, mopping and dishes. However, 3/4 of the time I worked with a manager that didn't GAF, and I'd feed my buddies free beer and pizza to come in and do that stuff for me while the boss and I smoked weed.

In retrospect, I do feel bad about giving away all that free stuff but hey, kids are kids.

You're the man.

 

[Osaurus]

Field archaeologist.

did you do this?

I was pretty interested, and minored (concentration, really- not a true "minor") in archaeology in college. the whole process seemed pretty dull, outside of the one in a million find. open sun all day, no pay, catalog finds all night. and snakes. and nazis.

I dated an archaeologist once. She hated it. Her job was to watch construction workers dig all day and stop them if they hit anything of historic value. Everyone there hated her because she could put them all out of a job by shutting down the site any time.

Did that too in northern Wisconsin. Snoozers.