This is cool to think about. I have had so many jobs it is impossible to remember them all. I immediately went to the physically hardest. But the fond memories were there. Well drilling at 8,000 feet in a high wind blizzard. Temperature in the shack minus 15. Pick axing through permafrost to lay leach lines with out disturbing the land much like a backhoe would.Maybe those two were the best.
But without a doubt coaching and teaching and preaching to young ones. That is still the best I think.
Probably being lowered in to a septic tank after pumping it out, and cleaning the walls so a new sealant could be coated on.I am not sure if it was my claustrophobia or just thinking about it was worse. Maybe shoveling out horse, pig and cattle stalls at a county fair. Not so much the caca but it was just backbreaking and blister causing; Plus no matter how well you did it you just had to wait 12 hours to do it again.
I reckon in all cases I needed the money. So maybe my cry baby self should just have been happy to have a job.