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Roughneck
My Two Worst Jobs. Almost
Despite the fact I loved all my other jobs.
My Two Worst Jobs. Almost
Despite the fact, I loved all my other jobs
When I started driving at 16 years old, my parents made it painfully clear, I would pay all the expenses on my car. They also made it clear, driving one of their cars is a privilege, not a right. And failing grades, is an immediately loss of wheels. I was good with all of that. In fact, I expected them to say all of that.
To accomplish all the above I had to have a part-time job, and I have had my share of great part-time jobs in High School. I have written about some of these jobs in medium. However, working at the car dealership was by far my best High School job ever.
Then college came around.
College involves a lot of different situations. Living on your own, studying, waking up, and getting to class by yourself, turning in your assignments, laundry, not letting your car roll through the parking lot and hitting another car. The list is a very long list of Dos and Don’ts. More on the car thing later.
For me, it included one more variable which was, finding a new part-time job in college. Which in reality, turned into, “My Two…