Hoosier_Vol
Vol Stuck in B1G 10 Hell
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I can’t think of a worse nightmare of a job.I also grew up on a farm, learned to milk cows at 6 years old. My family also owned a country store, so I was a store keeper when not farming.
First paying job was with a building products company in Nashville in 1970 at minimum wage of $1.65/hr.
Second summer job was sewer line construction at a whopping $2/hr. One day we tied into a live sewer, I spent the day in a manhole scooping out poop. Then and there I made up my mind to get back to UT and hit the books or do something like this the rest of my life. Job was great motivation.
Reminds me of an article I read several years back about the job requirements of a sewage worker in India….they weren’t just shoveling it but we’re swimming and diving in it, arg!I also grew up on a farm, learned to milk cows at 6 years old. My family also owned a country store, so I was a store keeper when not farming.
First paying job was with a building products company in Nashville in 1970 at minimum wage of $1.65/hr.
Second summer job was sewer line construction at a whopping $2/hr. One day we tied into a live sewer, I spent the day in a manhole scooping out poop. Then and there I made up my mind to get back to UT and hit the books or do something like this the rest of my life. Job was great motivation.
You and many others here were little entrepreneurs. I’m impressed.As a lad, I was an entrepreneur, doing yard work for $. My first paycheck job was doing year end inventory at a Massey Ferguson parts warehouse (edit: I was 14). Later, I found work at plant nurseries, with a tract builder, and a landscaper. At UT, I got part time work in the University system until the Copper Cellar hired me. After graduation, the real employment adventure began.
That photographer job sounded very interesting.First paying job was cutting grass. I had enough costumers where my parents had to work into my schedule to cut our grass. Nothing learned there but hard, and good, work gets noticed.
Photographer for a bit. Stopped after a mom hired me "stalk" her daughter that was my age. I thought daughter knew about me, she didnt. Things were awkward AF.
Purged some old files at a lawyers office while rehabbing my knee and couldnt move around too much. Learned I dont handle dust well.
Hotel breakfast in the morning, lawncare in the afternoons taught me I dont like working 72 hours a week. Even if the pay is good. No point earning if you cant spend.
What were all the fights about?Material Handler for at a boat seat factory
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My sweet Aunt was the department manager in shipping and got me in the door..
$5.65 an hour. It was good enough to make beer money through high school
Life lessons.....never call a Mexican a Puerto Rican.
Overall good experience.
The best stories were the fistfights that I got to see firsthand. About 4 all together. Tug a war on a sheet of ice with two sit down tow motors was fun
My first real job (not a paper route) was cleaning up the Lifter's Club in Oak Ridge, TN. I was 10 years old. The owner took a shine to me and paid me $20 for 5 hrs/week. Between that and my paper route, I was bringing in about $140/month, which was a fortune to me. The owner was cool as hell. He taught me how to box. He let me pal around with him and his friends. It was an awesome job.
As a child of the 80s, I was already into muscles but this probably solidified it and I've remained dedicated to the craft well into adulthood. I was such a skinny kid and it still surprises me when somebody describes me as "big".
Lol @ schmoozing the Farragut moms.Putt Putt, 17+
I think I got to $6.75 as a shift manager
Too many funny stories: Golf balls go far off of aluminum bats. Much more fun to play all-terrain (tee off the waterfall, etc). You still can't beat me at Street Fighter. Old hot dog machine water is only rivaled by soured ice cream in the trash on stinkitude. Schmoozing the Farragut birthday party moms can land you a $20 cash tip ...