Worst Job?

Pit crew for my uncle’s clockwork motorcycle racing team back home.

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Being escort for a VIP.
Or standing a guard duty where you can’t even move a toe or scratch your nose.
Worst.
Job.
Ever.

I was a hand model for a jewellery designer when I was in my late teens &early twenties. Long before I became a capsuleer and studied archaeology.

Enduring society and the slew of spiritual jarheads.