The summer job is a rite of passage for many kids, who are encouraged by their parents to get out of their hair and go and learn valuable lessons about responsibility, the value of money and hard work.
Whether you were saving for a bike, your first car, a prom dress or whatever, we all went in with high expectations of independence and feeling like a proper adult. However those expectations are not always met!
Jimmy Fallon did us all a service by asking people to share their worst summer job experiences in one of his legendary hashtag challenges. Needless to say, there are some absolute classics in there! Scroll down to check out a list of Bored Panda's favorites below, and feel free to share your own in the comments!
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Yeah, this one is just sad. I worked a lot in care and the woman probably had dementia. I could list about 100 more [and far worse] of these 'funny' stories but to me they are just sad and it isn't anything special either.
I can't imagine it paid well, but I don't see how this would be a bad job. Heck, sign me up
"Commitment to the community"? What kind of geniuses come up with notions like this? What a load of horse pucky. Starting a business isn't a commitment to a community. If anything it's a commitment to ones self. There's no commitment unless he was paid in advance. Highly unlikely in a service business like lawn mowing.
I worked for a service drive of a dealership when I was 19. Every man that came to the window would ask to see a manager for an explanation of their bill instead of asking me...even after I told them that I was the one that processed and coded their bill (meaning I had to know how to diagnose and fix any mechanical issues with the cars.) The revenge came one day when I told the guy that I needed to explain some thing about his new engine. He said "I'll talk to the service drive manager, honey." The manager didn't know what had been done. So the customer never got the note that he shouldn't take the car over 55 for the first 500 miles to give the seals time to set. He called less than an hour later to say his engine had blown out from under the hood and all over the freeway. Guess that sexist stereotyping finally jumped up and bit you in the a*s, didn't it honey!
Why would a 14 year old need a babysitter? Unless he was special needs which would be a more legit explanation for the adult diapers I suppose
I actually worked at a French Bakery one summer in Pike Place Market in Seattle. Every week I'd have the same customer, Antonio, come in and tell me I was beautiful, he'd sweep me away to Italy some day and that doing this would make him the happiest man on Earth. The problem was..he said this to every young girl at the shop.
Why the f**k weren't you allowed to use the owner's toilet. This is just cruel.
yes we are, but you need to hold up this 9 iron for 15 minutes before i let you in...
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My first summer job - chambermaid at a local hotel age 14 on 35p per hour (that would buy you 10 cigarettes back then) The owner would "inspect" rooms before we cleaned them and pocket any tips left for us
Miss Cris - leave it somewhere unobvious that the person cleaning will finf
Load More Replies...When I was about twelve, an older boy said to me he could blow cigarette smoke out of his ears. He took a cigarette, inhaled, and asked me to push on his tummy with both my hands. I did, and he pushed the burning tip of the cigarette on my hand. I still have the scar to prove it.
I forgot to say it was during my summer job in his parents restaurant. They shouldn't have hired someone that young. I never got payed. It's 50 years ago.
Load More Replies...My first summer job - chambermaid at a local hotel age 14 on 35p per hour (that would buy you 10 cigarettes back then) The owner would "inspect" rooms before we cleaned them and pocket any tips left for us
Miss Cris - leave it somewhere unobvious that the person cleaning will finf
Load More Replies...When I was about twelve, an older boy said to me he could blow cigarette smoke out of his ears. He took a cigarette, inhaled, and asked me to push on his tummy with both my hands. I did, and he pushed the burning tip of the cigarette on my hand. I still have the scar to prove it.
I forgot to say it was during my summer job in his parents restaurant. They shouldn't have hired someone that young. I never got payed. It's 50 years ago.
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