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National Work Like A Dog Day

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Although it may be a dog's life, today celebrates the opposite end of the spectrum - working like a dog. What's the hardest job ;you've ever had? The hardest you've ever worked? Rather than actually work hard, just share a story about it.

After you share your story, you can help celebrate National Oyster Day. What's your favorite dish with oysters? Raw? Soup? Stew? Fried?

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WCDawg

I'm working harder than my dog. She's snoozing while I'm slaving over a hot keyboard.

FirePlugDawg

Working for free: Busing/cleaning tables at a fundraiser. I had worked that day (office cush), but wore me out, even for the 3 hours or so.

Working for lucre: Worked as a painter for several summers while in college. GA heat was unbelievable. By the end of summer, no biggie, but the intro was rough!

Oysters: On the half shell with lemon juice. Oh! Need a recipe for oyster stew -> post in 5 Star Chef Zone , please.

scooterdawg

My two “toughest” jobs were both in my college years:

Worked for a small tree service one summer. Not one of the big companies you see around in Atlanta with the specialized trucks etc. Essentially a guy with a truck and a chainsaw who cleaned up storm fallen trees or undercut bigger companies for cutting down stuff residentially. Got pretty decent with a saw and splitting wood.

Another summer I worked busing tables at a family style seafood restaurant in the small SC town I went to school in. Busing is generally thankless work but this place with hordes of big groups and kids meant particularly messy work. But what really made it **** was that the servers didn’t “tip us out”...meaning that people would leave a big tip after making a mess but the servers would keep it all..no bueno.

Palm_City_Dawg

Hot tar roofing in Dallas, Texas during the summer. Hardest job I ever did, although I only lasted for 3 weeks!

First week on the job a co-worker got some tar on his arm. He walked away cussing and grimacing, but didn't wipe the tar off. When I asked another co-worker why, he informed me that wiping it would make it worse, by burning the entire area that was wiped (including your hand) vs. the original area that was covered. Yikes...I figured out right then that my career in hot tar roofing was short term! 😮