What a work ethic. I was not like this at 15.

Miniature donkeys totally deserve fries.  ;)

Haha! I’d ask if you were my husband, but he went to work at a hardware store after he gave up his paper routes.

I wanted to share my newspaper route horror story... apologies for the length.

My dad knew the owner of the KFC I applied at, and without provocation, “put in a good word”. The manager was so pissed the owners forced me on her, she flat out tortured me.

Why aren’t the Pissing Contests all grouped together under the eponymous tag any more? I had that page saved in my favourites so I could just check that every Friday, instead of having to find it in the main Jezebel feed (not that I don’t regularly scroll through that together). It’s a bit harder to find them now...

That kid is fucking awesome. Blood-borne pathogens aside.

Class Action Park! That's it. People kept drowning in the wading pool, and I have no idea how. 

Lol I wish, sadly we did not have an attraction that could also electrocute you but that place is legendary. Action Park or something?

Did you work at that water park in New Jersey where a bunch of people died in the 1970s and 1980s?

I visited some guys’ apartment in college. There was standing black water in the tub. It was gross. The drain was clogged but no one bothered to get to fixed. They continued to shower because the water never get high enough, and clearly some of it drained.

First job was delivering newspapers (remember those?) in my little town in South Jersey. I started with 20-25 customers, grew the route to 35-40 and eventually took over the route next to mine as well for a total of 80 daily customers and 100+ Sundays.

Lifeguard at a public pool where people regularly drowned. We pulled almost 400 people out in a single summer. Mind you this was one of those walk in pools so there is no reason to drown. Management would test us by throwing a fake plastic baby in the water to see if we noticed or we’d be fired. I regularly had to…

My dad’s boat motor exploded due to a bad set of spark plugs sold to him by the local marina. After berating them and negotiating how to fix the motor, they asked, “is there anything else we can do to make this better?” He said, “Yeah you can give my 14 year old daughter a job.”

Absolutely incredible. This should be an indie short film!

Thank you. For more College Me adventures you can read about the time I witnessed a jell-o based assault:

This is amazing.

Not even my first job, but an internship at a small but respected industry magazine owned by Conde Nast (I think they owned much more in the early 2000s than they do now).

Yep, and she’s still there 4 years later, probably until she retires, because she was already getting up to that age.

The coworker I was happiest to see leave was the embodiment of an entitled, mediocre white man. He interviewed to be a level below me. I wasn’t going to be his supervisor, but I was the department lead. I wasn’t sure about him during the interview process, but we’d been searching for a few months, so my boss decided…