I have had a host of varying jobs over the years, with some being harder than others.
My first job was working a dishwasher in the kitchen at an assisted living facility in my hometown.
Although I was making just over minimum wage at the time, I was so proud of the money I was earning at the age of 15. My parents were proud of my hard work ethic as well. When I got older, I had a summer job taking photos of youth sports for a local newspaper. Although some of my job was spent at home in front of my computer, most of the work had me out at sports games in the afternoon and evening hours taking photos of young athletes. It was a fun job while it lasted, but unfortunately many of us know now what happened to countless local newspapers across the country in the years since. Although I work in the insurance industry now, I spent much of my 20s as a repair technician for an electrical company. I had a work truck that I used everyday, but it had a few mechanical issues from the jump. The air conditioner wasn’t working when I was issued the truck and it took several months for me to get the boss to fix it. I spent two months during the spring season without a/c in my work truck and it still drove me crazy. My cousin is an HVAC technician and he said that his truck’s air conditioner stopped working last year and his boss still hasn’t fixed it. I can’t imagine working everyday in a physical job and not having air cooling in your work truck.