My first real "job" (other than yardwork and such as a kid) was at the pizza parlor making pizzas. It wasn't so bad except the day we were unloading supplies into the walk-in, which included these huge jars of salad dressing. We had the bright idea that my buddy would take them out of the box and toss them to me in the cooler. All was going well until I didn't keep up. It was like in the movies where the bank robbers have that color bomb in their bag...all of the sudden *BAM*. We spend half the night cleaning ranch dressing off of every single inch of the walk-in cooler. My most unusual job was my few days in "professional baseball". I once got invited to a professional try out camp, which I thought was pretty cool. There were about 150 guys there about 50 of which were pitchers. I was a catcher. It soon dawned on my that they weren't particularly interested in me, they just didn't want all those pitchers standing around with no one to throw to. It wasn't so bad though, I got to stay all day (about half the guys got cut after the first 10 minutes), and they fed us that lasted the afternoon. I later got to do the same thing at other tryouts, this time knowing ahead of time I wasn't a prospect, just a guy willing to don the tools of ignorance. I think I made $16 for a full day.