The summer before I started my undergraduate, I worked in a seafood deli. I felt pretty good about it before my first shift, because I was making $8.50/hr, which was $1 above minimum wage. It wasn’t until I got a few weeks into the job that I realized exactly how much fun it was to gut fish and turn them into beautiful cuts. Not to mention the enjoyment that comes from putting on finger puppet shows with sardines.
On the downside, I worked until 10:30 pm most evenings, and when I went over to my boyfriend’s house immediately afterward his father would often comment on how bad I smelled. Granted, I did stink, but it wasn’t as though I could do much about it if I wanted to get there in time for the Daily Show. And that was really my priority, since my parents didn’t have cable.