I worked at a lame theme park in Fukuoka Japan a couple summers in a row. It was called Space World. It was the ugliest little theme park you could possibly imagine. Almost every single surface in the park needed repainting, repaving, refinishing... Everything was rusted and filthy.
I was the guy in the cheap Darth Vader costume that the manager ordered off the internet. It kept breaking. Kids would whack me with lightsabers and my plastic shoulder armor would break off. In-between shifts, I had to reattach it with duct tape.
The suit was the kind that you zip up the back, so I couldn't get into it by myself. My manager assigned a female co-worker (She was about 10 years older than me, and had a really awkward crush on me) to help me in and out of it, and also to lead me around by the hand when I was in the suit, because the mask made it impossible to see anything below eye-level.
the humidity that summer never dipped below 90% After about 10 minutes in the suit I would be drenched in my own sweat.
Yeah, that was the lamest job I've ever had.