Subcategory - Worst job that turned into the best job.
In 1976 I was 15 with a restricted daylight only hardship license to feed cattle. My Dad got me a summer job cleaning up the truck yard in Houston at 59 & 610 for the company he was leased to. I drove my '67 F100 300 miles to Houston. The job was loading old tires on a flatbed that would be hauled to Galveston to be used on tugboats. It was summer, it was Houston, it was hard work and it was hot as fuck. I sweated my ass off pulling old tires out of the weeds, loaded with mosquitoes and snakes, rolling them to the trailer then getting them on the trailer and stacking them.
It sucked hard.
After 3 hours of this bullshit my Dad's buddy that ran the yard came out and asked if I could drive a truck. Does the Pope shit in the woods? He told me to get in this sweet needlenose '66 Peterbilt and take a trailer another driver fucked up to get it fixed a few miles up 59. Now remember I'm 15 with a hardship license. I had no business behind the wheel of an 18 wheeler.
Carpe fuckin' diem.
I hooked up the trailer, delivered it and returned without a scratch. I never loaded another tire that summer. From that point on I was the local delivery driver running trailers back and forth from the port. Every other weekend I would haul trailers to and from Heil Trailers in Huntsville to get refurbished. I was also nightwatchman and slept in the portable office building listening to gunfire all night. I'd get a motel room twice a week that the company paid for. I was able to drink in the motel bar, they thought I was old enough because I was a truck driver. I was big for my age and living the life!
Then the guy that owned the company found out and it all came crumbling down. But man, it was a sweet couple of months running loose around Houston in a badass Pete with a pocket full of cash and KLOL blasting.