Ugh. My parents are making me get a job this summer at the movie theater down the street. THIS BLOWS!!!
Quit crying. I worked at in an industrial laundry. Hotter than hell, dusty 12 hr shifts and no bottles of water allowed. We dealt with hospital laundry on my line, needles, blood, shit u name it.
At least you'll get air conditioning. I worked a funnel cake stand. I came home glazed in sugar and grease ...and bugs. The bugs were drawn to me like I was a damn bug zapper. It was disgusting.
Try installing fiberglass insulation in the summer in Australia. Imagine hundreds of tiny glass arrows stuck into your skin that even after showering and scrubbing are still in your skin. And every movement when dressed rubs these glass shards into your pain receptors.
That and the heat up there and tiny roof spaces where you couldn't even turn your head. Shittiest job ever and should be illegal.
I have to work on weekends though!
I spent my weekends working with a pet store as an animal handler for children's birthday parties. Imagine being surrounded by dozens of squealing 5-year-olds while trying to hang on to a terrified ferret.
Try working in a chain family portrait studio for nine months. In that time i was peed on twice, vomited on three times and had my life threatened countless times by angry parents that couldn't control their kids.
I quit after they held a contest for "cutest pets" and someone brought in their pet goat which proceeded to shit all over the studio.
(Raisies hand) Telephone book delivery. First get your car loaded to the roof with phone books, then for minimum wage dodge dogs and run around apartment complexes and homes to drop off freaking phone books.
Oh, and this was in 2012.
"Oh look, someone printed off part of the Internet for me to throw away."
I worked as a door to door salesman on a commission only basis. I had to pay my own travel and lunch expenses. Have you ever gone to work and come back poorer?
Industrial maintenance mechanic as a summer job for three consecutive years between semesters.
Uh oh.
Imagine walking around every day wearing a hazmat body suit and mask in hot steamy rooms filled with poisonous gas, while you stand knee-deep in toxic waste for hours on end. We would duct-tape our boots, suit and masks in order to not let any of the fumes in.
Ever spend a summer cutting stone at a stone-cutting factory? This is exactly as fun and easy at it sounds.
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