My parents wouldn't tolerate my loafing freeloader ass during the summers in college, so I had to become a wage slave to the most transient of job types. Two of them stand out as true motivators for my degree completion: a part-bag-stuffer for a Rainbird distributor in Livermore (CA), and a post-hole-digger for a sign company in an uncer-construction VA cemetery in Los Banos. The Rainbird distributor was in a light industrial park in a non-climate controlled warehouse during July-August. The temperatures inside were 95-100, and some plant I was allergic to was in full bloom the whole 5 weeks. Days consisted of picking parts from a Raiders of the Lost Ark warehouse arrangement of bins with a list of 10+ digit alphanumberic ids, then putting the prescribed set into a baggie, heat-sealing it, and stapling on a cardboard retail label.
The post-hole digger one was epic - Los Banos in the summer rarely drops below 100F and 12pm-3pm were usually 110+ A little troop of us (me, a caucasian ex-con, and 5 Mexican gentlemen of uncertain documentation) walked behind a truck with an auger on it. Every 30 feet or so the truck would drill a 18" diameter hole, and one of us would spend the next few minutes shoveling the loose dirt out. That only went on until noon, because they didn't want anyone stroking out in the heat. We'd spend the early afternoon pouring concrete and placing brass markers into the cured concrete. The rest of the crew called me either Professor or Doctor due to my schooling past 8th grade. The ex-con (robbery, drugs and assault) told me at least once a day to stay in school.