Student Jobs
In college, I had several pretty-easy jobs.

In my first job, defense-industry research folks wanted to know how to design more lethal land mines, so they hired us students to surround buried land mines with rings of metal sheets. After the explosions, we used white spray paint to identify new holes in the metal sheets, so the researchers could tell whether the new land mines put out sufficiently-lethal shrapnel patterns, or not. I liked that job, because I taught myself how to drive large trucks. There were a lot of ignorant students teaching themselves how to operate heavy equipment out there, actually. One student forgot to set the parking brake on an old ambulance, and it tumbled down a steep mountainside. And sometimes we'd sneak into a few tanks, and figure out how to run them too.

The second job featured golf course management, and we had to rake a lot of sand traps. The desert sands there had cement-like properties, and would condense into a smooth, hard surface that was opposed to the intentions of the Scottish inventors of golf. Golfers really liked slipping into the sand traps there. That job wasn't easy, actually. Five minutes after you raked the sand traps, they'd be back to their usual, inpenetrable selves, and we'd have to do it again.

Probably the easiest job was tending a computer lab. I knew nothing about the computers there, so when students complained that the computers were acting strangely, I'd confess complete ignorance. But I'd look at their scribbled code, try to decipher it, and try to put myself in the computer's place: If I was a computer, what wouldn't I like? Sometimes I helped people that way.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Thu 9 Sep 2010, 21:56, 1 reply)

Ha ha ha
You can have a click for the last paragraph. Machines need empathy too!
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Thu 9 Sep 2010, 22:05, closed)