Food service at a local retirement home (the rich old folks had their own personal restaurant in the place - it was very classy) - I went from a server/busser to a dishwasher to a prep cook.
Office chair-maker for Herman Miller, Inc.
Shipping and recieving for Meijer, Inc. (MI, IN, IL, OH, and KY Dopers will know what I’m talking about when I say “Meijer” [shudder])
Machine operator at a plastics factory
Grunt for a ceiling-cleaning business (lasted all of three days - WHOO-HOO!)
Gas station attendant
Cashier/stock at an “adult boutique and novelty shop.” (plus, since the [ahem] ‘models’ there gave hand-jobs to customers willing to pay for them, I guess that would make me somewhat of a pimp*)
Bus Boy
Short-order cook (boss was a prick; job lasted less than a week)
Gas station attendant, part two
And finally, processed beef and chicken specialist at Burger King. (OK, OK, it’s not as technical as it sounds, but it makes me feel special, OK?)
Plus, from about the time that I worked at the first gas station until the present, I have helped with my friends’ fledgling record company, Dead Logic Productions, doing book-keeping and talent-scout sort of work.
The best would probably have to be the first one, just for the fact that a lot of people I worked with became very good friends of mine (some of whom I still talk to today); very close runner-up would be the work with Dead Logic, although I hesitate to call that real work, since we haven’t pulled in much money yet.
The worst job would have to be the porno store, if only for the complete and utter wastes of life that I worked with.
That is way too many jobs for a 22-year-old to have had, although that is seven years’ worth right there.
*Yes, they did, and yes, it is illegal, and no, they haven’t been busted yet, although the police are watching them. And, FTR, I honestly had no idea that went on there till I saw it happening; I was told to keep my mouth shut. (but if I get called to be a witness, you bet your ass that place is going down in flames.)
-Dirty