How heartwarming to know your two younger step-brothers had you, and that you took them under your wing.
High school jobs. What was yours?
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Mr. Ed
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I was in a high school work release program called Distributive Education Clubs of America. I ran for Georgia State office, I was elected State ParliamentarIan. A group of elected state officers flew to Los Angeles for National Convention.
In high school I worked at Winn Dixie and United Parcel Service.
In high school I worked at Winn Dixie and United Parcel Service.
I only had a few summer jobs that had very short seasons.
One was selling tickets to the traveling carnival by calling businesses and reading from the script that they could buy a book of tickets so they could give them out free to their customers. Although I was unaware at the time, I think this was an annual thing to them so most of the businesses were willing to buy the tickets (i.e., I didn't have to deal with annoyed people).
Another was detasseling corn, a very hot dirty job which required getting up a little after 3 AM in order to eat and travel to a small town to catch the truck that then drove us to Iowa (from Nebraska). The "99 bottles of beer on the wall" song was practically our anthem. It was a pretty yucky job but naturally I encouraged my daughter to do it when she was a young teen (she didn't like it either, ha).
The only job I had that I enjoyed was selling school books at the bookstore. We had to memorize the list of which books were for each high school class and then customers would come in and tell us their classes and we would rush around and gather the appropriate books. It was the summer my friend and I were introduced to marijuana, and one day we went to work stoned. It was very educational to me of the effects - that it wasn't just a fun feeling, it also made me too stupid to remember quickly about which books were for the classes. We didn't make that mistake again, saved drugs for recreational times (and one memorable 4 hr car drive to visit grandma where my friend and I giggled in the backseat for the whole ride, tho I think that was an acid trip not weed, ah the late 60s were a wonderful time to be young).
One was selling tickets to the traveling carnival by calling businesses and reading from the script that they could buy a book of tickets so they could give them out free to their customers. Although I was unaware at the time, I think this was an annual thing to them so most of the businesses were willing to buy the tickets (i.e., I didn't have to deal with annoyed people).
Another was detasseling corn, a very hot dirty job which required getting up a little after 3 AM in order to eat and travel to a small town to catch the truck that then drove us to Iowa (from Nebraska). The "99 bottles of beer on the wall" song was practically our anthem. It was a pretty yucky job but naturally I encouraged my daughter to do it when she was a young teen (she didn't like it either, ha).
The only job I had that I enjoyed was selling school books at the bookstore. We had to memorize the list of which books were for each high school class and then customers would come in and tell us their classes and we would rush around and gather the appropriate books. It was the summer my friend and I were introduced to marijuana, and one day we went to work stoned. It was very educational to me of the effects - that it wasn't just a fun feeling, it also made me too stupid to remember quickly about which books were for the classes. We didn't make that mistake again, saved drugs for recreational times (and one memorable 4 hr car drive to visit grandma where my friend and I giggled in the backseat for the whole ride, tho I think that was an acid trip not weed, ah the late 60s were a wonderful time to be young).