Share the Worst Job You've Ever Had
Pecan picker.....I sat in a field (a BIG field) with tons of pecan trees. Had to separate the different types, and put them in buckets. At the end of day, they were weighed and I was paid accordingly.
What Made This Job Your Worst Job - Ever
I grew up in North Florida, about an hour south of Georgia. To say my town was small and rural is an understatement - imagine the movie Sling Blade, where Billy Bob was from. One summer, my dad got me a job picking pecans. Now, most people think of pecans and their mouths start watering. While I once thought the pies were delicious, after my stint as a pecan picker that summer, I never again tasted a bite - nor did I want to. First of all, there are four or five different types....for the life of me I can't remember what they're called, nor do I want to look it up on wikipedia. Let's just say there are four or five. You learn to study the patterns of the pecans to tell the differences, and as you pick them, you have to separate them in buckets. Once your day is over, you bring them into the barn and they weigh them and pay you. This job was in the mid eighties, before cell phones. Also, it was about 90-100 degrees every single day. Last but not least, I was by myself, with no one to talk to or complain to. Time also seemed like 120 seconds made up a minute. They were the longest, most boring days in the history of mankind. And to top it all off, I was literally paid NOTHING for my efforts. Maybe a couple dollars a pound. THAT was when I realized I needed to study and get the heck out of that place!
Tips and Tricks
- Say no to the job, and either go to summer school, or umpire softball games. It was THAT horrible of an experience. Either that, or I'd go in and negotiate for more money. I know I wouldn't have gotten more, so it wouldn't have mattered anyway. And I guess if I HAD to take the job, I would've contracted some work out to my buddies so I'd at least have someone to be miserable with.