Best Job Ever

Nancy Reagan 

selling $50 1/8th's to custies on 13th Street in Eugene during college. 

Loadie at Tips

Not my best job, but I had a great time.

Summer of 10th grade I worked at a girl scout camp. The staff consisted of 45 females and 5 males. Turns out, the women on the staff were very competitive. The scouts came and went, but staff stayed overnight, all summer. Every night was like an inane 80's comedy, lots of alcohol, weed and sex. The rub, one of the conditions of employment was joining the girl scouts.

So... I was a girl scout of central Maryland. 

Food critic

It would be a hard choice picking out what my best job has been because I have been blessed in that area. Of course, my current job as a concert/performance photographer isn't a bad way to make a living in normal times (currently not so good). The other one was when I was part of a pure internet play extreme sports magazine and I got paid to ski and mountain bike all over the world and write about and chat about it. 

Both have had their moments of real work craziness and problems but both also were/are a whole lot of fun with all sorts of perks and freebies. I highly recommend that getting paid for doing stuff you used to pay to do is a sweet deal. 

The person who assigns names to all the paint colors. :)

Greenskeeper

Music critics who have no talent but get backstage passes and free drugs and critique!

DJ's are in the same boat!

I'd say the "best" job I've ever had was the one I was doing the past 22 years or so - building self-confidence in teens with various issues and helping them learn how to cope with and fit into the "real world" and be able to find a level of success & happiness.

I always enjoyed working in a profession where the goal was about helping people, not making a profit.

But my favorite job was being the staff coordinator at Shoreline Amphitheatre.

I had all the authority but none of the responsibility.

That's a fun situation to be in.

Raising five kids

And my five kids all went to the school where Lantz worked

And I sure used to love going to Shoreline as well Mr. heathen

And often there was a silly grin or happy smirk on your face

And especially back in the day when Mountain View residents could get seasons tickets in the 100s for a very reasonable price

Are the days of Wine and roses

>>> especially back in the day when Mountain View residents could get seasons tickets in the 100s for a very reasonable price<<<

Frickin' scalpers.

And I never worked with any of LLTD's kids.

Their issues were out of my pay grade.

(Ha! His kids were always cool whenever we crossed paths)

One of my favorite temp jobs was working in some factory that built Obsolete military equipment back in the late 1980's.

I think they were some sort of missile launch controllers,  but had been replaced back in the 1970's by more modern stuff.  However, the place had a gov't contract to build this stuff,  and kept making it.

My job was to get parts from endless racks of shelves in a large heated warehouse and put them in bundles for the Assembly people,  who(m) I never met,  if they even existed.

Also to organize said racks,  and report to the supervisor about inventory of widgets,  location,  quantity and so forth.

It was sort of a Library job,  but Widgets instead of Books.  The job was through a Temp agency, and paid pretty well at the time.
They offered me a Full-time Job there after a few weeks,  with benefits and such,  but it was Dreadfully boring so I declined.

To this day I have no idea how they continued to exist,  but it made me aware of how Gov't  contractors work and suck away the tax dollars.  There are thousands more like that place in nondescript suburban warehouses.

>>>Gov't  contractors work and suck away the tax dollars

My tour friend worked in the photo lab at defense company so if you bought a picture of Jerry from me for a $1in the lot in the 80's it was subsidized by the Reagan defense budget and pure profit for us. 

My best job was my first grown-up job. When I was 15, I was hired as an apprentice stage crew member at Oakdale Theatre in Wallingford, CT. Even though I was underage for most other jobs, those laws didn't apply to apprenticeships.

Back in the mid-70s, Oakdale booked a lot of musical acts, Aerosmith had played there just before I was hired, but they also brought in Broadway musicals on a regular basis for week-long runs in the summer. As a stage crew member, I mostly worked the musicals, where we did scenery changes during blackouts, but I also worked as an usher for a week when Sammy Davis Jr. was booked.

The work was interesting, and somewhat challenging with things like remembering cues and hitting our marks, but most amazing was the scene itself. Female Broadway dancers with legs up to here parading around topless backstage. Getting to work with famous actors like Zero Mostel and Carole Channing. Cast parties at the end of a run with well-stocked open bars and open cocaine use. Driving home the young lady co-worker who was my ride to work, even though I didn't have a license, but I wasn't as drunk as she was. If my parents had known how I was spending my time at work, it would have been their worst nightmare, but for me, it was a 15 year old boy's dreams come true.

Female Broadway dancers with legs up to here parading around topless backstage.

That just gave me a chuckle and jogged my memory about a gig I once had, although I was not the 15 yr old in the story. Back when I was a partner in an entertainment booking firm we provided break dancers for a run of Macy's fashion shows at the height of break dancing. I had a crew of 4 inner-city boys aged 13-15 that I chaperoned all over the northeast for a few weeks. We would wait in the backstage area for their numbers along with the models who were in a constant state of dress and undress. The dancers tried to be cool, but you could tell that they had thought they died and went to model heaven. The women models all thought it was kinda cute and as the tour progressed, got flirtier and flirtier with the dancers...trying to see which ones they could overload. They were merciless and each of the dancers became melted puddles of male hormones at one time or another. I can almost imagine the stories they told to their friends when they got home.