Spent the summer before college going to each of the schools in OKC (most of which were not air conditioned) and cleaning/servicing the typwriters in the offices and "business" classes. The strangest one was the school for troubled students where the typewriter cases were bolted to the desks and the desks were bolted to the floor. The place smelled like urine (inside and out).

That job was the greatest motivator to do well in school my parents could ever have hoped I'd find.

I see Thom Fitz visited your theater:
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Trojan test pilot.
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--Thom Fitzpatrick

Fresh out of High School got a job working for Calif. Park and Rec at Sycamore Canyon and Leo Carrillo State Beaches pumping the outhouse/toilets. A "crappy" job but not as bad as you would think. You throw the tube in the hole and the truck did the work. Nobody messed with you due to the nature of the job and they even gave me a beach house to live in when they bought them up to tear down 2 years later for another State Beach area.
18 years old and living ON the beach near Malibu rent free, you could only dream...

1st job was working at a motorhome dealer. First week I swept the huge lot - I was a "lot boy". Then the boss said, "Okay, you are promoted to a lot man. Go park the RV's and do whatever the sales guys need you to do." I learned to park a 44' monster 3" from a wall.

I remember one time they sold a used RV, and when the owners were picking it up, the starter failed. So the sales guy stalled them by showing them the inside, I was underneath, swapping one starter from the RV parked right next to it. I rolled out just as they started it up and backed out. Somewhere I still have my set of master keys that would open any RV on the lot.

back in 1970 , right after getting kicked out of college, i became a new york city taxi driver. a job that could go from ridiculous to sublime in no time flat.
also around that time was a long underwear tie dyer.
almost forgot, olive pitter/stuffer.
drug store santa claus.

I am a tour guide for Space Center Houston. I give tours of NASA's Johnson Space Center.
Yes my name is tom, and I will be your shuttle driver.

A HS friend of mine had a gig cleaning up the porno theater after the last show. It was pretty amazing some of the things he encountered. He had the right attitude for the job. He told me about a special vacuum cleaner that they had to get most of the nasty stuff up without your having to actually touch it.

The one I have right now (pawnbroker). The stories people tell you, like being a bartender w/o the alcohol.
Jim

No kidding. I live across 45 in Friendswood. It's a small world.


My weirdest job, probably most of you won't consider it weird. For about 5 years I bartended in titty bars. It, of course, had it's "Pros", but it definitely had it's "Cons" too.

Spell checker/proof reader for the company website. Amazing how many college educated professionals can't write clearly, or even spell. Mind numbing, but occasionally very funny. I was glad to move on.

I've had plenty of jobs, but nothing I would have considered wierd. Especially after reading about the jizz mopper.
I did that for just over a year. Made some nice friends, with benefits; got free beer on my off days; got to see handguns from both ends of the barrel.

In highschool and later while in college, I worked for my friends dad's company that was paid by the city to haul treated sewage sludge to fields where the farmers then paid us to spread it on the fields as fertilizer. At 15 yrs old, I was d@mn good at operating large front end loaders and large five wheeled Terra Gators. It was a *****ty job, but someone had to do it. :D

Later in college when I was old enough, I drove semis for them hauling it to landfills as the EPA and local zoning boards were cracking down on spreading human waste on local farm fields.

Being friends with a kid who's dad had a large shop filled with welders and all sorts of tools, helped push me towards all things mechanical which has served me well over the years as a mechanical engineer and motorized vehicle hobby addict. ;)

In Paris.
Worked in a Danish caviar shop on the Rue de Seine - sold only the best with all the fixins including vintage Veuve.
Three of us; Me, A Crazy Horse dancer ( WOWWOWWOW!- anyone know the song "Je T'aime , Moi non Plus" of Gainsgourg ? - She used to sing that to me ) and a drunken Irishman.
Saw the owner once in 3 months when I walked in to ask for a job
I think we had maybe two or three people come into the place the whole time I worked.
We would eat (and drink) the stock for lunch (owner did say that was ok before he vanished). The Irish guy used to steal money from the register (prob not ok).
One day I showed up to work and the place was gone - Gee - What a shocker.

AhhhhPahhhhris.....

John

Right before I had that Nintendo game rebuild temp job, I had a job during the summer of 1988 as a go-fer. Paid the astounding rate of $10 an hour - this was 1988, and a part time job to boot. Was an assistant for a very, very wealthy man, his wife and kid...

The manly man 70 year old guy had a secret we could never divulge- he wore Depends.

The lady was in her early 30s, and had a spoiled brat of a semi special needs kid.

So what did I do?
Picked up giant statues from customs
Learned how to run a HUGE copy machine
Bought hunting/fishing expedition supplies
Brought hundreds of pounds of fish to a frozen foods locker....on a 100 degree day
Drove his wife's 735i
Drove the VPs Porsche 944 for oil changes and tabs
Drove his Licoln Mark VII with Mustang V-8. Performed burnouts and chunked the tires. Stupid...he never knew tho.
Removed this newer invention called a cell phone from his Lincoln...he hated it "everybody bugs me all the time now!"
Misc personal errands, getting burgers etc from his favorite place.

Never cared much for him, but the job was cool.
Saw huge amounts of money and people were still not happy at all.

Was replaced on a whim by his daughter's boyfriend....neoptism, baby.