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I spent a summer digging postholes at a vineyard in 100 degree heat. That ended when I forgot to set a brake on a tractor and it rolled into a stone wall and got all fucked up.
Absolutely zero regard for safety on that site.
The Shop
I attribute that experience directly to assuming student loan debt and motivating me through hell.
In some ways being a firefighter/paramedic was a shitty job too.
We would sandblast all day and then quit about an hour before dark to paint everything so the dew wouldn't make it rust.
We used black sand that was just horrible and the equipment was just pitiful. Frayed cables, vented hoods that never worked (it was august).
We had blasted primed and painted the sides of a tank white and the next day we blasted the dome of the tank. The owner of the company went and got drunk and didn't bring us the paint we needed to prime that evening. we got up the next morning and it was pouring rain like piss out of a boot.
The hung over owner shows up and is freaking out because rust is running over the sides of the tank that we had already painted.. he pulls out a pressure washer and wants us to get in the basket hanging from that frayed cable and keep the rust from staining the white paint.
It is still pouring and starting to have lightning all around us. I informed him that I would not be doing that. He had the friend of mine that had gotten me the job take me to the motel, grabbed my stuff and put me out.
I got on the borrowed T500 Suzuki street bike I was using for transportation and rode from Nashville to Chattanooga and it poured the whole way.
It is still one of my most memorable rides.
My current job as a motorcycle tech is enjoyable, but the pay is mediocre.
One guy (the diver!) would be lowered into the manhole to install a probe or take manual measurements - which usually involved kneeling in shit, removing excrement, tampons, condoms, toilet roll and fat deposits by hand - another would sit at the top downloading data onto a laptop, while the labourers job was to lift the manhole covers, clean the equipment and man the gas monitor incase the methane levels rose and the diver had to be winched out suddenly. An average day proabably involved visiting about 10 - 12 manholes. Fucking gross, but it paid alright.
Are you still around Ashtabula area ? That plant is a gravy mine. Guys with no education make big big money. That union is a little too strong in my opinion. Gives my dad a hell of a time. 2 am calling guys for overtime at $50-70 an hour and nobody picks up their phone!!! I'd for sure go in for that.
Pit Row
My Uncle gave me a job in a HTG&AIR Conditioning business when I was 12
I was in charge of Fabricating duct board at the age of 12 through a machine I was in charge of setting up.
Duct board is a high fibrous insulation like fabricated board to make duct work.
Not allowed in Schools or Hospitals in the early 80's but it was a madhouse for residential builds for the most part.
I was in a warehouse with no exhaust fan making this shit and going home every night looking forward to that hot shower. Looking back I had no mouth protection and no air movement as a fan whats so ever.
I have a shit load of stories between me and my Cousin/Uncle that would go to court these days but hay!...It was Family right?...Fuk that! Made my cut from the Family business by joining the Army to get away from all the BS that I seen coming.
8 years later my Uncle sold the business because his son was a idiot.
Feel sad for my GrandFather because we had the same vision but the wrong son/daughter was put in charge
Update. I'm confusing you with oldnslo nevermind.
Got to race against American Lemans series drivers, smoked them, but that's to be expected on a home track. Hooking up buddies was fun. As was partying with the front desk girls
Flagger at north east motocross complex. Had so much fun. Was around dirtbikes. Loved every second of it. Worked there for 4 seasons Friday Saturday and Sunday. $200 cash in my pocket every Sunday at 5pm. I was living high off the hog at 17 years old.
Man. No bills. $800 a month income. Living at home with ma and pa. That be like me making a $300,000 salary now lol Those are the days !!!!
@SFS You're my kinda friend! Ha. Friend hook ups!
Best Job: Shooting snowboard videos and videos for Vital!
I haven't had any truly terrible jobs. Bus boy at Red Lobster was probably the one I cared the least for.
Only moved home because of my woman, she was 2000 miles from me. Should've found myself a reasonably priced hooker, and gotten over it. Oh well, here I am.
Tony, I only run through the west end of NY, and that's as close as I want to get, to the Rotten Apple. Was down into the piers in Newark in '11, first time in 20 years. What a clusterfuck. I don't need to tell you that.
Back to the paper – there was an Ad for UPS…hmmm – man in brown. Called, got an appointment for testing and interview. Made the appointment and by the time I got home there was a message on the phone. Start work next Monday at the South Center Warehouse…..at 3:30 AM.
Monday at 3:15 AM I’m told I will be an unloader……the exterior rollup doors go up and there is a belly trailer loaded with more fkn boxes than I had ever seen. There was a lower and upper level and rollers. You flipped down the interior rollers and started schlepping boxes.
A few minutes into this a suited clipboard operator with 3 stops watches starts timing me. Of course I stop and ask him – what’s up!! He tells me to get back to work. I press him and he explains he is timing 2 minute intervals. Game on……..the rollers make a tone so that became my bench mark. The boxes sent down the rollers went to a sorter and then to secondary sorter then to loaders
3 hours later when the trucks were empty we were sent home. The next morning the suit told me I was doing great and by the end of the week I would be promoted for sure. Sure!
Well my navicular hurt like hell each time a box hit the wrist hard.
So I made it my mission to make those rollers sing a steady note much higher than they had ever done!
Man did the sorters and loaders bitch and moan…..when the morning ended I handed the suit my address on a piece of paper and told him to send my check to the address.
See ya UPS.
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