My first job was tutoring kids in math and science. Mostly algebra and oceanography. It was fun, but sometimes it just made you want to kill them.

My worst job was right out of culinary arts school. I was working St. George Island (Small out of the way place in N. Florida where rich old people come to when they get ready to die. It was like the golden girls, but with a lot more drinking.) I was handling hiring of the staff, and teaching them how things on the menu I made where cooked when the owner comes in, starts yelling because of something. Well, you don’t yell at me like that. So I put something in the food to make people have the shit for lunch and quit that afternoon. He closed down a few weeks later.