Friday OT:Strangest job you ever had
I worked at a movie theater in college. What made it strange was that we spent most of our time throwing our brooms at the screen from the top row of the auditorium.
Wet T-Shirt Contest Attendant: Besides my usual bouncer job once a week I poured water on women (yes breasts) during wet t-shirt contest night at our local bar. They stood in the middle of a kiddie pool and I used beer pitchers filled with ice cold water. Rough job I know.
This seems like an "end thread" kind of post.
Also, I've had really boring jobs in comparison to some of the ones mentioned here.
Not the job itself, but before I knew what money laundering was, our client took us to his villa after a meeting and gave us $50k in cash
August 1st, 2021 at 12:19 AM ^
Marty?
In college (2005 or so) I worked security for George Thorogood at a few concerts in the Michigan/Indiana/Illinois area. I did some bouncer/doorguy work in South Bend on the weekends for extra money, and his people recruited local guys to work security regionally as they went touring through the nation.
I'm 6'5" so they put me at the stage to survey the crowd. I saw a lot of really old boobs, and George definitely thought he was a mega-star. It was a weird couple weeks. One show in Elkhart, IN couldn't have been more than 1,000 people, and he delayed the concert 2 hours bc his hospitality room only had Jack Daniels, and he required Jim Beam in his rider.
Well, at least we now know his bourbon choice. Any clues to his preferred scotch or beer?
he gave us the answers in the mid-80's:
- Johnny Walker Black and Red
- Good Buddy-weiser
He makes good choices.
I don’t know why, but really old boobs made me laugh.
That same year I also went to The Brickyard 400 to work security at some events, and then camped next to the track for the weekend with my buddies. I'm not a NASCAR fan, but people told me it was like tailgating at football games. What they didn't tell me is that there would be old and/or hillbilly titties everywhere. And I mean everywhere. It was somewhat similar to tailgating (drinking, grilling, cornhole, etc), but with old boobs flopping around and hillbilly dudes passed out in bushes, shrubs, and under trees (including the trees that had been used as urinals all day long). Those events made me fear getting old.
Really old balls < Really old boobs
The interesting thing is that there were a lot of males very excited by seeing some really old, bad titties. I don't think any females are getting ramped up for old saggy balls outside of a racetrack on a 90 degree day.
UM, he doesn’t drink…
Not with other people.
I worked security at a concert venue in the Denver area for a summer to make some extra cash. A buddy, also working there, and I would hook up somewhere during the show and wander around the place checking out the women and sometimes just watching the show. Occasionally I had to work in front of the stage. Believe it or not the worse show for people trying to get on stage was Bob Dillion. A lot of old guys actually tried to get on the stage.
I sorted hard goods at a goodwill shorting facility outside Grand Rapids when I was 15. Crazy what people will "donate" Most of the time it seemed like a glorified trash removal service.
Based on the junk people try to sell, I can only imagine what they donate.
Dunkin Donuts late night janitor. I would get there at 4 am every day one summer and clean the whole store including the bathrooms (which were awful after the drunks were there). Fun fact - they NEVER changed the oil the donuts were fried in. They just added more. I would drain it every couple of days, remove anything burnt at thee bottom and put the oil back in. It smelled awful. I have not had a Dunkin Donut since.
Working in restaurants is always eye opening. Like when I worked in Chili’s my junior year as a waiter/bartender and realized the amount of food that is microwaved in plastic steam bags (all sides) or microwaved right from the freezer (almost all desserts).
Playing Smokey the Bear at campfire presentations on the Umpqua National Forest in Oregon.
In a pitch-dark isolation booth pushing a button when I saw a flash of light in peripheral vision, 55 minutes at a time, 8 hours a day at Stanford.
Passing out fliers during rush hour at NYC's Penn Station.
Not selling beer at Vets Stadium in Philly. (I was lousy at it.)
Second-story man in the Army. (MPs had to do security checks of officers' offices, the PX, etc., which meant doing anything to get in short of breaking in.)
Not sure how you can be lousy selling beer at Vets Stadium.
I worked at a brickyard and literally threw bricks into a pile behind me. Each layer of bricks had a styrofoam sheet between it and the next. My job was to collect that styrofoam sheet so the bricks could be recycled without clogging the machines. The only way to get to the styrofoam was by chucking the bricks from each layer onto a pile. Needless to say it was me and a bunch of ex convicts who couldn’t get other jobs. I was the boss’s son.
Well, of COURSE you were the boss's son. How else could you have gotten such an easy, fun, relaxing, cushy job?
I know how it feels. My dad hates me too.
Ah, nepotism. Nice.
After my junior year at M, an internship fell through at the last minute so I settled for working at a fishery in Wyandotte. Sitting on a conveyor belt weighing a pound or two of smelt, or perch and bagging them then boxing them. I threw out two pairs of sneakers in two weeks due to the stench.
Luckily my dad found me a summer job at Fermi II nuclear plant as a surveyor. I went from drudgery 30 yds. from the Detroit river to crawling into the taurus under the reactor 200 yds. off of Lake Erie.
My first job at like 14-15 yrs old was an umpire for Little League baseball and some girls softball. Usually it was all good except for one time we went to a neighboring city to do an 8-9 yr old game. Young kids do the weirdest things. I made an interference call on a play when a base runner plowed over the kid fielding the ball and the coach threw a fit, expletives galore in front of the kids so I ejected him. He still coached from the stands and I could’ve forfeited but I let it go. Good times with a grown ass man swearing & chewing out a 14 year old little league ump!
I did that too. Kicked out a couple of dudes. Funny stuff really.
Also I was a fudge packer for a weekend. Family of a buddy of mine had a chocolate business in Petoskey. A group of us went up there one weekend and did everything from making the fudge to actually packing it in the truck and shipping it. The fact that it was in the fall only added to the good times.
NTTAWWT
I think Tom Cruise was also a fudge packer at one point.
When I was 16 or so I was umpiring a regional tournament and a coach's kid on a really good team decided to get cute and when he hit a ball into the outfield he ran to 3rd instead of 1st. I got excited and called travesty of the game. Kid told me I was an asshole so I booted him. Then the coach, and eventually half the spectators. Most of them were waiting for me in the parking lot but thankfully the local police cooled things down.
One summer I worked at an ice plant. I worked all alone at night. I put the ice in bags and loaded it in a truck or a giant cooler. Boring! It isn't party ice when you are a worker bee.
I would eat my lunch a little at a time until I caught a mouse helping himself to part of my sandwich. I wondered how long I had been unknowing sharing my lunch with him.
I sold cokes at Spartan Stadium. Talk about strange…
Hey! I sold coke at Spartan stadium!
Maybe you're the same person!
Nah there’s a lot of people selling coke in East Lansing
Jeff Smoker was the A #1 customer.
Like Jeff Smoker........
Did that, too, along with high school band mates, to earn money for our annual band trip. We also picked up trash in the stadium on Sunday morning a few times. Not all of the liquor bottles in the student section had been emptied (hard to believe, I know), so that was a choice assignment for some of my peers.
At 18 years old, worked the midnight shift at gas station on 8 mile and Groesbeck (1991). It was summer before I went off to college. I learned a lot about life. Never a dull moment between 10 pm and 6 am.
I'd love to hear the stories from this one. Gas stations are generally interesting but I'd bet especially at this spot.
I also worked 3rd at a gas station. Amazing really.
My buddies would come in and we would mess with the quarter pushing machine until we figured out how to make it rain
We spent a lot of time playing cards and going through auto trader mags
We also gamed the lottery scratch off tickets by figuring out which rolls were due for some winners
A coworker named Kathy was secretly robbing the store by ringing up people's purchases as "no sale" which opened the cash drawer, but instead of putting the money in, she pocketed it. Boss figured it out, I was clueless.
We ate a lot of chicken tenders that were hella old and had our fill of fountain soda.
Drunk tj lost his license to a DUI so he came in every night or two on his moped and bought a big red soda.
One night a dude came in with a car on a tow truck and asked to use the phone. He was a repo man and wanted to alert the police about the car he jacked in the night so when the owner reported it stolen, they would know what's up.
Does Blockbuster count? Because you used to see all types in a Blockbuster.
What’s a Blockbuster?
No fig pluckers?
Night janitor at UofM Dental School. The fun nights were when they let us clean in the tower where they did the experiments on mice. The not fun nights were when we had to clean up after a prima donna Oral Surgery student that left tissue, bone, and teeth all over the place. That place is creepy AF after dark.
Professional D&D Dungeon Master
Im not sure if this is the colest thing ever or the saddest thing ever. im a D&D veteran....but
Junior year undergrad I was a security guard for Pinkerton in an office building. I had to call in every hour to show I wasn't sleeping. I slept 58 minutes of every hour.