I worked the summer before college at Hughes Tool Co. as part of their internship program before starting at UT in the fall. Overall it was a great job for an 18 yr old heading off to school. Paid $9.25 an hour in 1990 and there was always OT if I wanted it.
The downside - I was absolutely the low man in the hierarchy and everyone in the shop knew I was headed to college in a few months, so every single shitty job in the shop fell to me. The two worst:
1. We had an automated system for metal waste removal that ran through the floor of the entire shop. It was a chute with a conveyor and water jets along the sides that carried metal shavings out to a huge waste bin outside. It would get clogged several times a day, and yours truly always got the call to find the clog and work it out. They never turned the system off, so I had to avoid getting pulled into the conveyor mechanism while pulling and untangling razor-fucking sharp metal shavings to work out the clogs. Fucking sucked.
2. In the middle of July, the shop foreman decided that the waste incinerator that hadn't been cleaned in probably a decade need to be scraped clean from the inside. No clue what tools it would take, just go figure it out kid. I spent two days in that fucker scraping the walls with garden rakes and hoes that I found around the plant then shoveling and removing all of that built up ash. It was incredibly hot in there - July in Houston inside an enclosed metal structure. The dust mixing with my sweat covered me in black mud. I've never been that filthy in my entire life. They literally hosed me down at the end of my shift. No telling what had been burned in there and what I breathed in through the dust mask they gave me. I was farmer blowing black shit out my nose and hawking black loogies for a week after that.
The really good thing about that job is that because of that experience, I never once considered dropping out of college. Fuck. That.