Worked at a fence company in Port Arthur, Texas the summer before my senior year of high school. The place was owned by a father/son that were like the odd couple. The old man sat in his office and chain smoked and did all the accounting and yelled at anyone that interrupted him. The son handled sales, drove an old "Thunder Chicken" Trans-Am, and was probably a sex pest. I spent the first couple weeks knocking around the shop sweeping floors and helping move freshly welded gates and stuff around. TXDOT was just starting construction of the Veteran's Memorial Bridge between Port Arthur and Bridge City, and they got the contract to set up all the temporary fencing around the construction site. I spent the rest of my summer in the SE Texas marsh sweating and covered in mosquitos, standing in the bed of a pickup with a hand held pile driver hammering about 5 miles of fence posts into the mud, then stringing chain-link fence, then topping with barbed wire, all for minimum wage. We had two "crews" (4 people total) that worked that job on and off all summer. If we got a few days of rain, we would have to go do residential jobs or something until the ground dried up enough out there that we didn't get the trucks stuck. I might have had the highest level of formal education of that whole crew as a rising HS senior. Best part of the job was my partner would buy me beer at the stop and go on the way back into town every day, and he'd stop at the liquor store every Friday afternoon and buy me a bottle of whatever I wanted, and I'd buy him a pint of Jim Beam as payment. You could have made a pretty goddamn funny reality show about the goings on in that place. OSHA would have shut them down 5 minutes into an inspection if they'd ever shown up there.