You’ll be hearing from my attorney, you rat-bastard.

My attorney is my ND roommate, and he’ll be telling you how funny your post was.

But didn't want to ruin it for others.

Bravo man, bravo.

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The 2007 ND-UCLA game was a once in a lifetime experience, I hope

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One of the occasional duties in my last summer job in college.

The boards were made of fiberglass and the dust would get in your skin and itch like crazy.

It’s also disconcerting when you see the old-timer sitting next to you doing the same thing is missing a finger.

worst. The worst was painting high tension towers. We were a hundred feet off the ground with rudimentary safety equipment, a 8 gallon bucket of paint, and a sponge to paint with. It paid $19/hr in 1971. I lasted one day. The next day
some yahoo from New Carlisle tried to paint a 160K volt line. My other two buddies quit immediately. I went back to 3.95/hr operating a cut off line in a trailer factory.

This was a preOSHA period of my life when I specialized in shitty, dirty dangerous jobs.

Lasted 2 days. I found out the guy I was replacing wasn’t coming back from his burns he got doing the job. Router sparked as he had the door open cleaning out shavings. Boom! No adjusters back then and I had no idea what had happened because my Dad got me the job because the owner was one of his subs.

Wait! My Dad knew………..mmmmffffeerrrr!

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the bottom of this monster:

Shift work; Driving a scoop truck under huge lime kilns to clean them out; loading and unloading chemicals from rail cars; unstopping wood chips (with a piece of rebar that must have weighed 20-25 lbs) from the chip hopper going into huge digesters (heat, pressure, and chemicals) that I would easily fit through if I stumbled.

The truck driver and I would leave downstate Illinois at 8pm in a loaded semi, drive up to Chicago, and then spend all night hand-delivering orders of food and supplies to various Wendy's and Panda Express stores.

One night at the Wendy's on (I think) 83rd and Ashland (or maybe 70th and Western?), we got robbed at gunpoint. They held up the driver outside, then ran in where I was unloading fries into the cooler, shoved me on the ground, put a gun on my head, and demanded to see the manager. At like 3AM... When it became clear we didn't have the safe keys, they rifled my pockets, and then ran off.

I quit immediately upon returning to the warehouse, where the dispatcher begged me not to quit because they were understaffed.

For the rest of the summer I worked installing flatroofing. Sucked, but paid ok. Then, in October, I got a monster 6k check from the company, who'd been busted hoarding the prevailing wage money we'd earned working on a public school building.

I grew up in Michigan and it was a summer gig. The cornfields were the worst because once those stalks get to sufficient size, the leaves can slice your arms up pretty good. So in late July, hot and humid weather, we have to wear long pants and long sleeves. Then you might have to carry out some large steel sprinkler head back or similar equipment to the truck which can’t be parked near the sprinkler which is in the middle of the field.

We would have fun after hours, though. We’d take the equipment that was beyond repair and drive around in a pick-up truck looking for parked cars from Illinois. Then we’d throw the heavy parts through the back window.

We always made sure no one was in the cars. We figured it helped the local economy to have people from out of state have to get their cars repaired locally. I wouldn’t do it now—especially that I’m aware of how scary or unsettling it would be. But we were young and stupid.

I quit 8 days in.

It took me 3 days to figure out that I kept entering sales of the same blocks of time for the same units. And that they were approving sales to bad credit applications and denying the few good credit applications.

The idea was that most of the buyers would part with their initial 500 bucks, fall behind on payments, and then cancel and lose their money down before they ever used the timeshare.

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which wasn't all that intolerable, although the hours sucked and it only paid well if you were in good with the caddymaster. But the topic gives me an opportunity to mention a friend whose first job out of college was selling life insurance in one of the most destitute and dangerous neighborhoods in Columbus. Certainly no Glengarry leads in that bunch.

Starting as bagger/cart wrangler, progressing to cashier.

A lot of folks say caddying for this, but I never minded. Outside, good exercise, generally decent tips, able to complete while half-asleep/hungover. And unless you go out twice, you have most of the day/night to yourself.

in the ND Biology Dept. when I was an undergrad. Pretty nasty job because in addition to live fruit flies there was a lot of moldy fruit fly food in the bottles. It smelled pretty bad and I needed to wear a mask. To clean the bottles, you are supposed to fill a sink with soapy water and then open the bottles under the water so that the flies couldn't escape. I have a soft heart and I wanted to give them a chance, so I opened the bottles above the water before dunking them. The Bio dept. folks got pretty pissed because they couldn't figure out where all the flies were coming from, and they had to set traps all over. Needless-to-say, I didn't stay at this job for very long. :-)

I've never sweated that much in my life while some dickhead with a stop watch would stop by and time me.

Adjacent to the ghetto in Macon, GA. I was a grunt.

Favorite Part - The women who came in to buy snuff and pulled a massive wad of cash out of their bras.

Least Favorite Part - The family who bought a coke every day to put in their infant's bottle.

Working on your hands and knees in swampy Midwestern humidity was bad enough. But sneezing constantly because you were allergic to sod made it really suck.

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Throw em out Marianne.

Scraping plates (left with all kinds of creative undergraduate residue) and putting them into these giant, near walk-in sized steamy dishwashing machines, getting completely soaked every shift, totally pruned and waterlogged and miserable.

They had me on the roof by myself spreading aluminum tar in the middle of summer. I had no idea what I was doing. That shit is STICKY.