Lets make Friday 'Joke Day'!

MauleSkinner said:
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded 16 tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said, "Well, a-bless my soul"
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Honest to god my dad always swore his first day as a blue collar worker (hauling bricks to bricklayers) this song came onto the local radio for the first time as he pulled into work, and he vowed before the end of the day to not spend his life as a laborer.
 
Flatiowa said:
Honest to god my dad always swore his first day as a blue collar worker (hauling bricks to bricklayers) this song came onto the local radio for the first time as he pulled into work, and he vowed before the end of the day to not spend his life as a laborer.
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When I saw a fellow carpenter run a SkilSaw across his hand, I swore I'd go get a degree.
 
Domenick said:
When I saw a fellow carpenter run a SkilSaw across his hand, I swore I'd go get a degree.
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I grew up on a farm, and also worked summers on a neighbors ranch. I’m glad I did, but it also provided all the motivation I needed to finish college and grad school.
 
My dad was an electrical contractor. In addition to my spending significant time under houses and in attics (Computer Science has been very, very good to me.), he hired children of friends for summer jobs when they came home and decided college was too hard. He did not go out of his way to give them hard, hot, dirty jobs, but when you're essentially unskilled labor, the jobs are limited. A summer of digging ditches in the hot Florida sun and in soft Florida sand (dig the same shovel full 3 or 4 times as it keeps collapsing and running back in) and college looked much better.
 
GaryM said:
I grew up on a farm, and also worked summers on a neighbors ranch. I’m glad I did, but it also provided all the motivation I needed to finish college and grad school.
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Dad spent his entire working life running a small construction company in NYC and commuted about an hour to get there. There was never much question that I would be an engineer, but I worked for Dad for 3 weeks during summer vacation from college. It was a real neat experience and I enjoyed it, but it made it very clear to me that there was no way I'd ever be willing to work in a big city after that.
 
jsstevens said:
My dad was an electrical contractor. In addition to my spending significant time under houses and in attics (Computer Science has been very, very good to me.), he hired children of friends for summer jobs when they came home and decided college was too hard. He did not go out of his way to give them hard, hot, dirty jobs, but when you're essentially unskilled labor, the jobs are limited. A summer of digging ditches in the hot Florida sun and in soft Florida sand (dig the same shovel full 3 or 4 times as it keeps collapsing and running back in) and college looked much better.
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:yeahthat:

My first summer home from college I worked for a pest control company, doing termite treatments. Spending a hot Florida summer crawling under houses and spraying chemicals (probably now banned) was bad enough, but there was one time I accidentally sprayed a water pipe close to my face and splashed a dose of the juice into my face. Naturally we didn't wear any PE in the Florida heat, so the stuff went into my eyes, mouth, and nose. I couldn't open my eyes, so I had to follow the hose to find my way out of the crawl space, and then yell for the homeowner to get me a garden hose so I could flush the stuff off.

After that summer, there was no way I wasn't going to finish college.
 
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