Off for a week of vacation with family and friends. New England is calling. Hopefully, warm days and cool nights. You know, those days where you start out with a sweatshirt and shorts.
Going north plus a series on the radio about summer jobs reminds me of my 2 summers of making lobster traps in Maine. Sound romantic? It wasn’t. It was hard, dirty work. It did, however, help remind me why I wanted to use my brain for my work rather than my brawn.
How about you. Did you have a summer job that shaped you? A crazy summer job that you would like to forget?