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The Library => Haley Center Basement => Topic started by: AUTailgatingRules on June 09, 2009, 07:06:34 PM
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Coolest HS job I had was as a pool cleaner. My junior and senior year i worked for a pool company cleaning pools in Buckehead. Had my own company truck and a route of about 8-10 pools a day. On many occasion i had the opportunity to see the local ladies in nothing more than their birthday suits (I guess they forgot it was cleaning day).
Made $8.00/hr back in 1984-85 so it was pretty good money as well
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Best Job:
I worked at Alvin's Island in Destin from '93-95. I was the only male on the top floor (clothing) and my boss thought I hung the moon.
Here was my typical day: show up (hungover, natch, I was 16-17); watch hot little tourists try on bikinis until noon; boss tells me that I need to run to Tropical Smoothie and get everyone something to snack on; I'm gone for about two hours, show up with a rack of smooothies and an extra $15 in my pocket; get called back to the ladies' dressing room to offer my "expert opinion" on the latest bikini style; sit at the dressing room for two hours and then head out to begin my evening (calling all the girls that came in to shop that day).
I've served food and booze and nothing has compared to the goodwill that the customers show you after selling them a bikini that they feel "hot" while wearing. More ass out of that job than tending bar at the Sandestin Hilton...truly.
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Best Job -
Working on a farm out past Wilsonville one summer. I helped an 80 year old begin fencing in his 1000 acre property. I also cut a shitload of grass with a big tractor. I was 16. I learned a lot about hard work that summer. Also, I was getting to work at 5am and being at the high school for football workouts at 4pm. Not an easy job, but I cherish those memories.
Worst Job -
Working at Kohl's one Christmas. Awful, awful experience. I worked housewares if that tells you anything.
Honorable Mentions -
Best: Maxus Construction/Snow Cone Stand Attendant
Worst: Landscaping
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Best Job:
I worked at Alvin's Island in Destin from '93-95. I was the only male on the top floor (clothing) and my boss thought I hung the moon.
Here was my typical day: show up (hungover, natch, I was 16-17); watch hot little tourists try on bikinis until noon; boss tells me that I need to run to Tropical Smoothie and get everyone something to snack on; I'm gone for about two hours, show up with a rack of smooothies and an extra $15 in my pocket; get called back to the ladies' dressing room to offer my "expert opinion" on the latest bikini style; sit at the dressing room for two hours and then head out to begin my evening (calling all the girls that came in to shop that day).
I've served food and booze and nothing has compared to the goodwill that the customers show you after selling them a bikini that they feel "hot" while wearing. More ass out of that job than tending bar at the Sandestin Hilton...truly.
I read your answer after I posted mine. My high school years sucked monkey balls.
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Coolest:
Lifeguard at Pt. Mallard
Lamest:
Stockboy at Wal-Mart
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Coolest: I never had a cool Summer job. The Warden kept my ass in the hayfield all summer.
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Coolest: Right out of HS, I worked the summer for a company that sets up all of those grocery store demos. I packed up cups, spoons and coupons to ship out to the ladies doing the demonstrations Monday through Thursday, and Fridays I traveled all around the area in the bosses car checking up on them. Many were just old women, but there were a few cougars out there, so you know who got the most attention.
Lamest: Drug store stock clerk. Nothing but sickos coming in all day coughing all over everybody.
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Coolest: I never had a cool Summer job. The Warden kept my ass in the hayfield all summer.
About the same here. I pretty much spent my summers, hauling hay, working cattle, horses and chicken houses, fencing, tearing down old barns and building new ones, cleaning stables...etc..etc..etc...
The funny thing is I hated that shit and swore I would never do it again, but I honestly miss it. I try to go out and help my dad as often as possible and I still help my in-laws with their hay and horses. Good memories and bad memories were made, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I did have a job for a couple of summers landscaping. It paid shitty and it was hard work, then I usually had to come home from it and work my ass off around the house.
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About the same here. I pretty much spent my summers, hauling hay, working cattle, horses and chicken houses, fencing, tearing down old barns and building new ones, cleaning stables...etc..etc..etc...
The funny thing is I hated that shit and swore I would never do it again, but I honestly miss it. I try to go out and help my dad as often as possible and I still help my in-laws with their hay and horses. Good memories and bad memories were made, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I did have a job for a couple of summers landscaping. It paid shitty and it was hard work, then I usually had to come home from it and work my ass off around the house.
All I have to do is spend one day doing actual farm work before I realize why I got the hell off of it.
Three dumbest animals on the face of the Earth are a chickens, cows, and horses in that order.
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All I have to do is spend one day doing actual farm work before I realize why I got the hell off of it.
Three dumbest animals on the face of the Earth are a chickens, cows, and horses in that order.
Pigs are pretty smart, though. Just ask Charlotte.
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Pigs are pretty smart, though. Just ask Charlotte.
or ask
Charley Bowdre.
"Did you know pigs is as smart as dogs? It's true. I knew this guy in El Capitan who taught his pig to bark at strangers."
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HS? I don't think I've had a cool job my whole life. I grew up working for my dad's back yard steel company. I was of course the lowest guy on the totem pole, so I got to spend my days cleaning all the mill scale and grease off the steel when it came in, or getting it ready to paint after the cutting and welding were done. Probably the 2 worst jobs in those strings of summers and weekends:
1.Painting the inside of steel tanks - 1st of all you can't breathe, 2nd of all, you've basically got to wear a body condom to keep the paint off of you, and 3rd, no matter how early in the morning you start, once the sun hits the steel, it's about 150 degrees inside the tank before you can get finished.
2. We built several docks for the Corps of Engineers. They were basically two big pontoons with a holding tank in the middle for houseboats to empty their sewer. The steel sat in water all the time, and the paint that coated it was the nastiest, stickiest, foul smelling concoction you've ever seen in your life. Kind of like that stuff on Superman 3. Painting and cleaning up that shit sucked.
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Cool summer jobs? Not really.
My first job was pretty fun as a bagger and general schlep at Big Bear Grocery Store in Montgomery. It was fun because there were about 7-8 of us working there and we were all good friends from the same school so we kept it going pretty good all the time. The rest of the summers were just straight, boring labor with Upchurch Construction in Monkey Town. Wear a hard hat and bust your ass all day. Good times.
Oh, I just put in an on-line application for a weekend gig at Alvin's Island in the women's apparel department.
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Oh, I just put in an on-line application for a weekend gig at Alvin's Island in the women's apparel department.
Feel free to use me as a reference.
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Best-Bag boy Winn Dixie in Opelika-Me and 3 of my friends worked there. The manager would always schedule us at the same time.
Worst-Bailing hay and pulpwooding-Opelika, but he money was good.
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Best - Lifeguarding at the Officer's Club Pool on base. Wives of soldiers would spend each day of the week there, tanning in their bikinis as the kids (if they had any) swam and their husbands worked. I was paid to watch them. Also worked with a female lifeguard who was my age that had a GGG cup size (or so it seemed) paired with a 28 inch waist. I still wonder to this day if she has back problems.
Worst - working at a kennel at the local vet clinic. Cleaned up dog/cat shit, walked dogs all day, got scratched and bitten by psycho cats daily. The occasional bright spot with this job was when I got to help out with appointments, or better yet, surgeries, unless it was a neuter, which was never, ever, cool to watch.
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Best Job:
I worked at Alvin's Island in Destin from '93-95. I was the only male on the top floor (clothing) and my boss thought I hung the moon.
Here was my typical day: show up (hungover, natch, I was 16-17); watch hot little tourists try on bikinis until noon; boss tells me that I need to run to Tropical Smoothie and get everyone something to snack on; I'm gone for about two hours, show up with a rack of smooothies and an extra $15 in my pocket; get called back to the ladies' dressing room to offer my "expert opinion" on the latest bikini style; sit at the dressing room for two hours and then head out to begin my evening (calling all the girls that came in to shop that day).
I've served food and booze and nothing has compared to the goodwill that the customers show you after selling them a bikini that they feel "hot" while wearing. More ass out of that job than tending bar at the Sandestin Hilton...truly.
Im calling :bs: on this...
If true though, :clap: :clap: :clap:
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Im calling :bs: on this...
If true though, :clap: :clap: :clap:
If you've seen his woman, you will understand the man has game.
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Best: Stocker at Food World. We'd (6 of us) come in at 9pm, squirrel away a couple of 6 packs in the milk cooler, stock the shelves until midnight or so, then raid the deli sammich counter (grab a couple of beers) and head back to the loading dock.
Worst: Helping the old man at the saw mill. Fucking hated it! This kind of work is why God invented high school drop outs and meth heads. It gave me the incentive to bust my ass to make something better of myself.
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i second tailgate on the best...i spent the summer of '92 cleaning swimming pools in and around peachtree city / fayetteville.
worst...movie theatre usher.
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Im calling :bs: on this...
No bravado. No exaggeration. This truly was the best job a 16-17 year old could have. I will tell tall tales and bullshit with the best of them, but this one is legit.
If true though, :clap: :clap: :clap:
Funny thing is that I didn't get the most out of the opportunity. I got plenty of ass, but if I had known then what I know now, I could have been crushing teenage AND mom ass. Youth truly is wasted on the young.
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You have inspired a thread Mr. Fontaine.
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You have inspired a thread Mr. Fontaine.
I do it for the kids. Especially if "the kids" are 18 year olds that are just beginning to figure out the power of that tiny bit of real estate they carry everywhere they go.
Say, when do I get to meet your daughter, by the way? I'm sure we'd have lots to discuss...
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I do it for the kids. Especially if "the kids" are 18 year olds that are just beginning to figure out the power of that tiny bit of real estate they carry everywhere they go.
Say, when do I get to meet your daughter, by the way? I'm sure we'd have lots to discuss...
I have an opening for her in July....of 2015.
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I have an opening for her in July....of 2015.
Your schedule is apparently flawed. She has an opening for me...immediately.
Really, I don't know how you suffer the knuckleheads (myself included). I could never have a hot daughter.
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I don't take the intrawebz seriously. Lord knows how I'd kick someone's ass octagon style if I thought they were serious.
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I don't take the intrawebz seriously. Lord knows how I'd kick someone's ass octagon style if I thought they were serious.
<turns away and doesn't look back>
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Best job in HS was at Quincey's in Cullman. That's when I learned that drugs and sex are very easy to come by.
Worst, working on my Grandfathers farm. He was one mean SOB.
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Best Job: Taking down all of the fences around City Stages....Good God, the amount of drunk people that we saw stumbling around. It was me and about 14 other football players, we were paid in cash around $75-$100 for one night (6-7 hrs.), depending on seniority.
Worst Job: Bailing hay
Best Job: Nightshift stocker at Delchamps. We would bust our asses for about 2 hrs. then we had about 4 hrs. to goof off. A lot of times we'd have our friends drive around back, pay us in cash to load some cases of beer into their car. We would make around $25 per case.