Worst Summer Job Ever?

[_MeDotOrg]

Insulating houses, specifically insulating attics.

The hottest day of my life was spent in an attic when the temperature OUTSIDE was 110. I don't know how hot it was in the attic, but I think you could add at least 10 degrees on to that.

The kicker was that there was a wasp nest in the attic, so in addition to coveralls I had to wear a bee keeper's hat and gloves.

When I finished, the woman who owned the house made me a milkshake. To this day I can remember the taste of that milkshake.

[_subgenius]

Dishwasher at a catfish/steak house in Alabama. I was jealous of the guy who solely worked the deep fryer, he was known as "Rooster" due to his chicken fight reputation.

[_Quasimodo]

Quasimodo,

I've thought about this and realized that my father actually had a job MUCH worse than mine while he was a college student.

His job was, and I kid you not, a "Turkey Masturbator". He had to collect turkey semen.

I guess I shouldn't complain about having a job working on hot asphalt when my father was jerking turkeys off in order to put himself through school.

I'm reeling! It never occurred to me that someone would need to masturbate turkeys. Is there an official LDS position on that? Just kidding.

Honestly, your dad must be a well centered individual to admit to it. I'm not sure I could tell my child I had ever done that.

It's a pity that the very old program "What's My Line" isn't still on the air. Your dad would be a shoe in.

[_Bret Ripley]

His job was, and I kid you not, a "Turkey Masturbator". He had to collect turkey semen.

I guess I shouldn't complain about having a job working on hot asphalt when my father was jerking turkeys off in order to put himself through school.

Thanksgiving will never be the same. "Gravy? Uh, no, thanks."

[_subgenius]

Quasimodo,

I've thought about this and realized that my father actually had a job MUCH worse than mine while he was a college student.

His job was, and I kid you not, a "Turkey Masturbator". He had to collect turkey semen.

I guess I shouldn't complain about having a job working on hot asphalt when my father was jerking turkeys off in order to put himself through school.

"Due to genetic manipulation, humans have bred domestic turkeys into deformed beings who can no longer reproduce naturally, resulting in a cruel system of forced masturbation of male turkeys and rape of female birds, writes Lara Drew......For turkeys, the season of goodwill is grounded in murder and sexual obscenity."
http://www.thescavenger.net/animals/why ... e-764.html

[_Quasimodo]

Dishwasher at a catfish/steak house in Alabama. I was jealous of the guy who solely worked the deep fryer, he was known as "Rooster" due to his chicken fight reputation.

I worked for a short time as a dishwasher at an Italian restaurant as a kid. My wife finds that my skills are still handy (curses).

[_Everybody Wang Chung]

Quasimodo,

I've thought about this and realized that my father actually had a job MUCH worse than mine while he was a college student.

His job was, and I kid you not, a "Turkey Masturbator". He had to collect turkey semen.

I guess I shouldn't complain about having a job working on hot asphalt when my father was jerking turkeys off in order to put himself through school.

"Due to genetic manipulation, humans have bred domestic turkeys into deformed beings who can no longer reproduce naturally, resulting in a cruel system of forced masturbation of male turkeys and rape of female birds, writes Lara Drew......For turkeys, the season of goodwill is grounded in murder and sexual obscenity."
http://www.thescavenger.net/animals/why ... e-764.html

Nice Photo. I'm sure if my father were still alive (God rest his soul) that photo would bring back many unpleasant memories.

[_Fence Sitter]

1. A year surveying and living in a tiny town of 500 in south eastern Wyoming. I am not sure which was worse, working outside in sub zero cold in the winter, working outside in +100 degree mosquito infested heat in the summer, or the complete lack of anything to do in the evenings or weekends in a pre-internet small Wyo town.
2. Summer job in Provo/Orem working for the city measuring the depth to the bottom of the sewer lines at each manhole. Literally a crappy job.