Best job
izza delivery driver. I drove around all day, listening to music, and went home with free food, Mountain Dew, and usually about $100 in cash every night.
Worst job: working in a meat processing plant. 30 degree temperatures, hair nets, and for some reason, two Mexican guys who didn't speak a lick of English (like about 90% of the people there) tried starting a fight with me two hours after I started. Needless to say, I quit during lunchtime on my first day. Oh, and it only paid $6.25 an hour.
My most mediocre job was working at Blockbuster. Sure, I got free movies, but Randal's words echoed in my head on a daily basis.
"This job would be great if it weren't for the fucking customers."