I worked as a clean-up boy for a car dealership. Had a tough boss who was a 3-5 pack/day Kools chain smoker who quenched his thirst by mostly drinking CC and coke, but more importantly he did not micromanage me. He expected me to do my job. I cleaned 3 bathrooms per day, cleaned windows, moped the showroom floor, washed the used cars, swept the shop, washed all the rags with a very old ringer type washing matching and hung them on ropes in the wash bay to dry, ran after parts, mowed the lawn, every Saturday before I went home, I cleared, swept, hosed, scrubbed, squeegeed the white painted 2-bay lube area, when it was cold I used the pickup truck assigned to me to go jump cars, got donuts from the local bakery for 10:00am morning break (the baker's daughter was the prettiest girl in school, she is still beautiful), drove the assistant shop manager to the liquor store most days late in the afternoon to buy two 8 packs of 7 oz Millers (They always gave me one and this practice started when I was only 16. My mother was not happy, but my dad said to her "leave him alone, he's working") and the best part is if I needed any supplies it was up to me to go buy them and not bother anyone (Back then you could charge anything at any store in town to the car dealership account.). This job taught me how to work and to be responsible. In the summer I worked 6 days a week, 8.5 hours per day, On Sundays I often slept past noon. I like to sleep. Took a nap today after skiing. It has been a bad snow year. Worst in the 26 years I have lived here.
For you golf course guys I've got a great story. Someone at our rural golf course thought it was a good idea to buy an old pop machine that dispensed bottles and fill it with beer bottles for the golfers who played after the clubhouse closed. The golf course was a few miles out-of-town. I found out years later that a friend was going out there at night with a bottle opener and cup and helping himself to free beer. He was smart enough to not brag about it.
