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I had a job putting down haybales for a construction site in July. Every time I put one down, I had to walk that much further to the point where I was walking an 1/8 of a mile through the woods on each run. The heat and bugs were intense.
Then I had another one where my father had me run the 90lbs jackhammer for like half a day. I was like 120lbs at the time. The worst part was their were no pads on the handles, just bare metal.
My worse job by far is being a tax professional. Talk about a meaningless job. I have no problem with gross stuff though I couldn't work in a slaughter house.
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