Name It. The Most Fun, Weird Job You Have Held?

Best gig did not include monetary compensation, but I got a lot of benefits. Was a factory sponsored 3D archery shooter for the now defunct Golden Eagle Archery. Also under the umbrella of the rep that "hired" me was Savora broadheads and Easton arrows. I got 3 free bows a year, never bought broadheads or arrows.
What started out to be fun soon turned my favorite activity into a grind and I ended up quitting after 3 years. The wife and I were young then and we traveled the state going to various competitions all spring and summer. We had a ball and she would compete right along side of me.
I still bowhunt but have not been to a 3D shoot since we quit.
 
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Several fun gigs when I was a kid.

First was unpaid, when I was fourteen: PA announcer at an industrial-league softball field near where I lived. I already had a very deep bass voice. Got into the games free, and drinks from the concession stand.

Warehouse worker for a big sporting goods company one summer in high school--I was a skinny kid, but I damn sure was in shape unloading and stacking truckloads of cases of shotgun ammo and barbell weights.

Engineer and part-time announcer/jazz jock for a small-city AM/FM radio station.

But easily the job I loved best as a kid in college was copy boy at the Louisville Courier-Journal newspaper. It was fascinating and often hilarious, sometimes shocking, occasionally heartbreaking.
 
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Driving a tractor from dawn to dusk plowing and disking.
Taking care of 100K mice and 10K rats being raised for research.
A Ranger at a Michigan State Park in Northern LP.
Skilled Trades at Oldsmobile.
Pet Store Manager.
The memories will last forever.
 
Mobile PC/network repair guy. Worked 2-1/2 years at that job. The only bad thing about it was it was dead end. I could only work so many hours so I topped out on earnings (both for me AND for the company) in short order. Unfortunately there was no promotion potential.

Weirdest was working as a hod carrier building a cinder block foundation for a medical center in Anchorage AK. Hard work, but the weird part was I slept in the job shack and had to get up every couple of hours to check the heaters/blowers that kept the tarp "balloon" over the site inflated. The balloon kept the jobsite from freezing and kept the mortar and concrete warm enough for it to cure properly.

I was getting paid my regular wage of $9 or $10 an hour during the 10-12 hour work days and getting paid minimum wage (about half pay) for being on site watch, so I was getting paid round the clock 24 hours a day. Since I was sleeping in the job shack I had no rent to pay. I couldn't leave the job site for more than a couple of hours at a time, and I had no car, so I couldn't spend any of the money I was making. But I came back with a pretty good nest egg at the end of the 6 week project.
 
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Lifeguard at a community pool. Not nearly as fun as it sounds.

First day, within 5 minutes I'm pulling a kid out of the pool who was so excited he forgot he couldn't swim. Only the first of the near drownings that summer.

Being a lifeguard is one of the most stressful jobs I've had. I applaud those who make it a career.
 
Most fun: being on stage playing for thousands of revelers.

Most odd: separating trash at the city incinerator and re-setting rat traps at a licorice factory.

I was never a pro like Rusty, so:

Most fun: being on stage playing for about 200 revelers.

Most weird: Sorry guys, signed too many confidentiality papers.
 
The summers I was 15 and 16 I was deckhand on a ferry boat that crossed the Mississippi River from MO to IL. Can you imagine in your wildest dreams a parent or an employer or - God forbid - the government allowing that today? Never once wore a life vest. Can't say I ever saw one on the vessel. Of course, things were mighty different in the 70's.

After high school I spent a couple of years repo-ing vehicles.
 
Summers of 1965 and 1966 I worked for the JOLLY GREEN GIANT at the
plant in Blue Earth, Minnesota. We first did peas and I worked on the receiving dock then ran a machine filling cans with corn after pea season was over. Got a lot of extra work like unloading 55 gallon barrels of pickled onions used with peas and unloading barrels of peppers used to make Mexicorn. The barrels were very rusty as they had set for several years.
 
Was a security guard at a construction site for awhile. Sat in the truck watching the place. Had to get out and walk around every hour. No excitement other than chasing kids on bikes away. Boss told me if anything "weird" happened to drive to 7-11 and call the police on the pay phone and then to call him. Nothing ever did.

I briefly worked part time as a receivables clerk at an office supply store. They gave me a key to the store, and I would go in after hours and post charges to the correct accounts so they could be billed properly. No computers in those days. The job was terribly tedious, and I quit showing up after a few days. I'm not sure they even noticed.
 
My funnest job was in the early 80's when I ran the Duty Free Warehouse at Dulles Airport. I've been on all kinds of different planes. From the Concord to an Arab Sheiks custom 727.
I was at the airport when they had the space shuttle on the back of a 747 and when the Redskins won the Superbowl.
I used to park the Duty Free Aerodrome vehicle next to the runway and watch planes take off and land.
Coolest job I ever had.
 
I've been in construction my whole adult life so nothing too weird or crazy or fun. The people you meet however....

Weirdest job I ever had was working at McDonald's when I was in high school and figured I needed a job and some cash. It was like a cult. That lasted 4 days, turns out I didn't need the money that bad. I actually didn't even go in on my fourth shift, the manager phoned to say "Where are you? Your shift started 10 minutes ago."

My response was "You got me at my home number so where do you think I am?" He said I had to come in to return my uniform so I told him my check was probably a fair trade and hung up. Didn't answer when the phone rang again a few seconds later, maybe he wanted to apologize?

Other than that, working in the oil sands in Northern Alberta was pretty weird. Living in a camp with 9000 other people, in stacked trailers of living quarters/dining hall/etc. Steroid freaks, swipe your id card to go anywhere, and diesel exhaust in your face as soon as you stepped out the door 24/7. Never saw the sun once the entire time I was there. My liver took a beating, and I ended up getting kicked off the site due to differences of opinion with the project manager. Don't regret it, seeing that place in my rearview mirror was the sweetest sight.
 
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For a few years in the early 80s I owned a balloon bouquet business. It was a one man operation strictly part time from the house. Busy day was Valentine's. On a normal day I would do a couple of deliveries, but on Valentine's Day I had to turn away business because I couldn't make any more deliveries.

One year I hired my sister and brother-in-law to make deliveries on Valentine's Day so I could do more. I jokingly told my brother-in-law that I was getting him a diaper, some wings, and a little bow and arrow so he could deliver dressed as Cupid. The funny part was he believed me.
 
Spent several years as a criminal investigator for the state department of revenue, specialized in forgery and fraud. Almost without exception, those who commit frauds and embezzlements are arrogant and believe they are so smart they can lie their way out of anything (probably worked with their mothers and school teachers). Very seldom did I have a suspect smart enough to shut up and retain an attorney, even when facing multiple felonies.

My favorite interviewing technique was simply allowing the suspect to speak freely as long as they wanted to. Then I would point out discrepancies with the statements of others and documentation on hand, and explain that they would have to come up with another story because I knew that they weren't telling the truth. Almost always the bozos would then give another completely different story! Bingo, motive & opportunity combined with two different stories equals probable cause and usually a guilty verdict (more commonly a plea bargain, of course).

Worked a side gig for a couple of years as director of security for a major hotel and conference center, very high dollar place. One of the events was a convention of Star Trek fans. About 1500 Trekkies wandering around in costume for 3 days, all making believe that it was the most important thing in their lives. Impossible to keep a straight face.

After retiring from law enforcement I hooked up with a couple of major property insurance companies. Consulted on claims and ran the claim investigations. Once again, lots of people with straight faces and impossible stories. Usually, once I had pointed out the discrepancies (and outright departures from the truth), and offered the choice of dropping the claim or being referred for prosecution the bozos quickly signed the documents to release the insurance company.

I'd probably still be doing the insurance gig, but by 2007 the bottom was falling out of the economy and the insurance companies were cutting expenses everywhere possible, which naturally included consulting investigators and travel expenses involved.

Was looking for ways to supplement my income, replace the lost business income, so I started offering my holsters on-line in hopes of picking up enough income to keep the utilities paid. Within 6 months the website was running and I was working 7 days per week to keep up with demand. After about 8-1/2 years without a day off, weekend, or vacation (other than 2 hospital stays and an occasional funeral to attend) I decided I was ready to retire. Announced my retirement in 2015 and stopped taking new orders. Then along came the Fedders family with an offer to purchase Lobo Gun Leather and keep it going with my designs and production methods. Bought the retirement home, then in 2018 I actually started drawing on my retirement funds for the first time.

A long grind, but a little fun along the way.
 
I've worked on a farm, in an office, in a factory, several different security guard jobs, grocery store "bag boy," and a security guard job that stood out. That was at a private campground, and it was both fun, weird. Then I delivered newspapers at night (2nd worse job ever), and tried my hand at selling cars (WORST job I ever had.)

But the one I've got now is probably the most fun, and somewhat weird. I'm a contract courier. My wife and I do it together, so I don't have to worry about her. We don't know when we'll get a call. It might be before I finish typing this. We never know where we're going. I've been as far north as Boston, as far south as Panama City, Florida, west to Kansas City, Missouri, and as far east as we can go from here.

We've carried everything from a 3x5 index card with two paint brush strokes on it, to a 600 HP electric Motor. We've delivered live birds to a pet store, a decorated Christmas Tree wrapped in shrink wrap, human organs for transplant, and everything in between.
 
The job I consider to be a major blessing was a document review job I had in 2009 and 2010. Back in 2008-2009, the grandparent company of the title insurance underwriter bought some other underwriters, and in February 2009 I got laid off. There I was, in my mid-50s, with most of the usual adult responsibilities, having to find a new job during the Great Recession. Somehow I got wind of an employment agency that specialized in placing document reviewers for individual projects where the supplied company didn't want to have a bunch of new employees that they would have to lay off when a project ended. The notice said the job was for 3 weeks, and I figured 3 weeks of not dissipating my assets was an improvement in my situation.

After being unemployed for 7 months, I reported for work in October 2010. The first announcement to everybody from the placement company was, "We hope you can commit to stay on the job through November." My immediate thought was, "Heck Yes!"

November came and went, and I was still working at this project into the following February. I then got an email from the placement company stating that its client was winding down the project somewhat, and so a number of the document reviewers were being terminated from the project. But there was also great news. The placement company said its client asked if I would stay on the project. My response, "Heck Yes." I stayed on that project until I was finally laid off in April 2010. But what started out as a prospective 3 week job turned into a six month job, which got me close to the time when I got hired for my final full time job. It was a good experience and gave me the confidence to know that if I had to I could keep doing this type of job for the rest of my working life.

So while it was not a long term job, it was a blessing in that during a rough time I was able to pay my bills out of a current income and stop dissipating my assets in order to protect my house.
 


Probably my funnest job was back in 2012 when Utah State Parks hired me to work on a trail crew maintaining and building ATV trails here on the Paiute Trail. The largest OHV trail system in north America. That's me on the right.

Grant money from the BLM went to Utah State Parks OHV Program and we worked under the supervision of the US Forest Service. :D

It was a lot of fun and I got to work with a couple of great people.



My current job with Utah State Parks OHV Program grooming snowmobile trails in this new Piston Bully snowcat aint too bad of a job either. ;)

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This was from Feb 6th.
 
Shoe Salesman. No Kidding. Learned a lot. Worked at Okun Brothers Shoes in Kalamazoo, MI. In a 30 hour work week, it was not unusually to sell $2 to $3K in shoes

During an 8 hour period, you had a 30 minute lunch and two 15 minute breaks.

You could have 2 beers at lunch, another salesman and I went to lunch had 2 pitchers each, reasoning that the boss had never specified what size beers. I was pretty worthless the rest of the day.

And the girls! Oh my gosh, I met just as many girls selling shoes as I did when I was a cop.

Bust on Al Bundy all you want, but that was a fun job. Easy too.
 
Did that for 25 years before I went back to college. Can't say it was fun but it had its moments. I collected death certificates (weird ones=lots of those in L.A.!), rose up to Title Operations Manager and Chief Title Officer for Orange and Los Angeles Counties==better life as a biologist in the PNW. Don't regret changing!

You went back to college at what age? And you're a biologist now? Man, I'd love to hear more about that!
 

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