When I was seventeen years old, my sister and I both landed jobs working in a turkey factory. Yep, that's right, a turkey factory! We drove 60 miles one way for our less than glamorous jobs. Each morning we put on rubber boots, a hairnet, white apron, rubber gloves, and safety glasses and worked in frigid conditions. My job was at the end of line and required scooping out who knows what from turkey carcasses. My sister and I realized very quickly that this wasn't the career for us. Four days later we quit!
How about you? What was your worst job?
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