I didn't have any out of family jobs as a kid or teen. My jobs as a kid were chores.
The one I fucking hated the most, and they didn't even give me an allowance for, was, in the fall and winter, sweeping these brown "pea pod" shaped leaves (not pea pods, mind you, just tiny brown dead leaves shaped like beef and snow pea shaped leaves. I had about 12 or 16 steps from the back porch, down to the basement of the townhouse. The brown leaves would get wet, and stick to the concrete like a stamp. My late mother would not be happy untill every leaf was gone. It didn't matter that sometimes I would get to the point of grating my fingertips and fingernails to pick up each leaf. It wasn't a matter of simply sweeping. I don't know the species of tree that left those leaves. But when they got wet, it was like trying to peal Crazy Glue from sandpaper.
The one I fucking hated the most, and they didn't even give me an allowance for, was, in the fall and winter, sweeping these brown "pea pod" shaped leaves (not pea pods, mind you, just tiny brown dead leaves shaped like beef and snow pea shaped leaves. I had about 12 or 16 steps from the back porch, down to the basement of the townhouse. The brown leaves would get wet, and stick to the concrete like a stamp. My late mother would not be happy untill every leaf was gone. It didn't matter that sometimes I would get to the point of grating my fingertips and fingernails to pick up each leaf. It wasn't a matter of simply sweeping. I don't know the species of tree that left those leaves. But when they got wet, it was like trying to peal Crazy Glue from sandpaper.
