What was your worst or strangest job?

Updated on : December 7, 2021 by Leo Woodward



What was your worst or strangest job?

Working at TCS—

Working in American companies, I never in my life imagined that I would come across anything remotely like this. I was shocked, dumbfounded, and deeply concerned that people have problems that they cannot deal with in the workplace. If the stress is due to frustration from personal life or work, being stuck with the H1B visa or what not. It's sad that people actually did these things in the workplace. There are some serious issues that need to be addressed. Upon entering work, everything seemed normal, but there are demons that secretly torment some people. Companies must be transparent, but in this case, it cannot be seen.

Some of these events I witnessed several years ago, others were recounted by client employees. I don't know if TCS employees or clients' employees were responsible, as I didn't see anyone, I only saw some of the aftermath of rabies in the restrooms.

From clogged toilets due to staplers being pushed down the toilet to massive amounts of toilet covers stuck in the toilet and where the bathroom is out of order, broken picture frames in the ladies room, blood stains on the wall from a tampon to flooded toilets. until the water seeps into the office area. It gets worse.

Someone from the client told me this, so I don't know if it's entirely true, but I imagine it's actually happening.

Here it goes: The customer's clerk walks into the men's room and thinks he's alone as he's quiet when he arrives. Suddenly he hears someone in the closed cubicle with the door closed. The next thing he notices are some noises coming from the stall ... out of curiosity about the other person, so he goes to investigate. Upon investigation, he realized that there was a naked full-aged man in the corner of the stall pretending to be invisible. He waited 5-10 minutes to try to talk to the boy, but got no response. Security was called and security was unlucky, so they left the man alone. The customer's employee decided to leave the bathroom and secretly wait until the stranger came out. He followed the strange man around the building just to see where his desk was located. Next (I assume a woman reported this): An employee walks into the ladies' room only to find a woman locked in the cubicle snarling like a tiger. The woman ended up having a nervous breakdown.

I'm not sure why men never flush the toilets, but someone would never constantly flush, regardless of whether they used explosive diarrhea number 1, 2, or 3. It's like they're so frustrated with work and can't express their discomfort, so they wanted others to be traumatized when entering the bathroom. And then you would have those people who drop a load, clean themselves up, and then throw the tissue on the floor. Also, sometimes in the men's room, dry coffee would be found on the walls, as if someone had thrown their coffee cup in a fit of rage.

The following happened years ago when an employee of a client told me this. I don't know who was involved, or if TCS was with this client when this occurred.

Someone would secretly open the refrigerator in the break room on purpose so that their co-workers' food would spoil. At first, people thought that someone forgot to close the refrigerator completely, but then they noticed a trend. Also, someone would eat the chicken from another coworker's chicken salad and then return the salad portion to the refrigerator.

Someone ended up sticking the name tag from another co-worker's desk to the top of the cubicle, so it couldn't be removed without physically damaging the cubicle wall. The employee simply left it at the top of the cubicle until he left the company.

There was a co-worker who secretly made a trash can in another co-worker's cubicle. How this was achieved, I have no idea. The victim's coworker arrived early the next day and noticed someone defecating in the middle of the workspace cubicle. Security was called and the perpetrator was captured on camera; that person was permanently removed from the premise.

These are the dark sides of working at TCS and in the client's office. The events that unfolded are in stark contrast to the images that the corporation projects to the public. Ridiculous, huh?

One night around nine o'clock, I went to get some supplies before my daughter had minor surgery in the morning, including Gatorade. At that time of night, our sleepy local Walmart has an open box and three self-checks. There are no lines at the self-checks, but a rather long one of people with carts full at the cash register with a real cashier. So I go to the self test.

The twenty-something cashier who is supposed to be watching the various stations is too busy leaning on a soda cooler talking to a couple of guys who obviously knew they should pay attention to her station or what the customer is.

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One night around nine o'clock, I went to get some supplies before my daughter had minor surgery in the morning, including Gatorade. At that time of night, our sleepy local Walmart has an open box and three self-checks. There are no lines at the self-checks, but a rather long one of people with carts full at the cash register with a real cashier. So I go to the self test.

The twenty-something cashier who is supposed to be watching the various stations there is too busy leaning against a soda cooler talking to a couple of guys she obviously knew to pay attention to her station or what the customers they use are doing. self-tests.

I finish and start to leave when she runs yelling "Ma'am!" towards me, blocking my cart as I try to leave the area to exit the store. "You did NOT pay for that Gatorade." he yells at me, waving his arms. I look at her confused, as the Gatorade was the first thing I scanned and placed in the bagging area, which would have caused the cash register to start its “Unexpected item in the bagging area. Remove the item and press 'Accept' to continue ”litany I've heard so many times. The scales in the bagged self-check areas are pretty shaky at this particular Walmart.

I offered to take the receipt out of my purse while she just stands there repeating over and over again, “You didn't pay for that. I saw you. He put it directly in his cart ”as other customers pass me. This was an eight pack of Gatorade grapes. Even if he tried to steal it, it wasn't the crime of the century. And honestly, I doubt that Walmart management would have been happy for her to face a potential real thief, as a real thief could very well be carrying a gun. I don't think it would be a good publicity for the store if the news the next morning told about the stupid cashier getting stabbed trying to stop someone from stealing five dollars and changing the value of a sports drink.

Wondering how I managed to attract the attention of someone who obviously wanted so badly to catch a thief, I pulled out my receipt. Which she didn't actually look at but continued to snort, "I don't see Gatorade anywhere in here" as the two men she was talking to sniggered to the side.

I politely told him (although at this point I was embarrassed by his behavior and really wanted to go beyond polite responses to rude ones) to look at the top as it was the first thing he scanned. In all seriousness, I can't tell you how long it took me to convince her to stop being hysterical and look directly at the Gatorade line on top of my receipt, but it had gotten to the point where I offered to call the police. for her to clear this up.

This had become insane and my patience was beyond "Let me speak to your manager" levels. I was really thinking, "Let's get the police expletive involved and see what they think of your misguided attempts to fight crime, okay?"

But it worked. His eyes finally focused on me, then on the receipt. Gatorade. Right there in black and white. "Oh. Well, this is a new policy, you understand?"

As much as I wanted to verbally tear her apart, I simply responded with something like "I doubt it's ever a policy to stop customers while yelling at them because you were too busy talking to your friends to do your damn job" before mustering up what little dignity I had left. after being so abjectly humiliated by an honestly bought cut-price item. At the time she was extremely angry and can't remember word for word what I actually said. She didn't even have the grace to appear embarrassed about her actions. Or to do her job. because he went back to leaning on that fridge and chatting.

I left a complaint for the management and decided to start sponsoring the grocery store on the other side of town. It's a longer trip as we live just three blocks from the Walmart, which makes it convenient to quickly get needed items, but at least they treat me better. Walmart has not yet contacted me about their cashier's behavior even though this happened just over two weeks ago.

This is embarrassing to share ... but what the heck. I can almost GUARANTEE this will be one of the worst jobs ever! In the summer after I graduated from high school, I worked for a turkey processing plant. (Yes, where the farm turkeys were going to be turned into turkeys that came to your Thanksgiving tables.) My job was to test the sauce packets that went into the turkeys to see if they had a tight seal. Indeed, I spent the ENTIRE DAY squeezing packets of sauce. And what did I get when I found the ones that were below par ???? I was rewarded with a face, a shirt, and a lap full of frozen sauce. T

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This is embarrassing to share ... but what the heck. I can almost GUARANTEE this will be one of the worst jobs ever! In the summer after I graduated from high school, I worked for a turkey processing plant. (Yes, where the farm turkeys were going to be turned into turkeys that came to your Thanksgiving tables.) My job was to test the sauce packets that went into the turkeys for an airtight seal. Indeed, I spent the ENTIRE DAY squeezing packets of sauce. And what did I get when I found the ones that were below par ???? I was rewarded with a face, a shirt, and a lap full of frozen sauce. However, that wasn't the worst part, believe it or not.

To keep the sauce at a certain temperature, we had to keep it on ice, which we would get from the "ice room". The ice room was a HUGE room filled with ice (go figure, huh?) That had an auger running through the middle of the floor. This bit created an ice "tunnel" as it would move the ice from the bottom, but sometimes the rest would not fall off. Guess what his crazy solution was? Every once in a while, we had to ENTER this ICE-FILLED room with a PITCHFORK, walk INTO the ice tunnel and JAB on the ice above our heads until it started to sink into the auger again (GENIUSES came up with that solution.) One day While performing this RIDICULARLY dangerous task, I was hit on the head by a falling chunk of ice and it drove me "crazy." I went to the doctor and they placed me "

They gave me a chair and unceremoniously placed me in the position where trucks full of turkeys were coming in. Now to help you understand the next part, I have to give you a little information about the plant process. The trucks would enter the facility and at this point a team of people would remove the turkeys from their cages into the trucks and place them at their feet in some type of stirrup like an outfit that was attached to a mechanism that would carry them through the plant. . From there, they would visit each station and go through the whole process.

The FIRST part of what made this so bad is that it was sitting RIGHT NEXT to the people who were getting the turkeys out of the truck. The turkeys weren't happy. They would be flapping wildly as they ripped them off; spewing feathers, dirt, and worst of all, turkey feces all over the clothes and face in my office. (I told you it was bad). And I don't know if you realize it (or maybe I was exceptionally PUNKISH) but turkeys can be a bit big and intimidating! They would be scratching and clawing and pecking ... wow!

And even THAT wasn't all that made this job so horrible. Do you want to know what they put me there for? Sometimes, after going through the entire plant, the FEET of the turkeys would stay in the stirrups. My job? My job was to sit there, next to a trash can, scoop the leftover turkey legs out of the stirrups and throw them in the trash.

Imagine a 17/18 year old, fresh out of high school, covered from head to toe in turkey feathers, dirt and feces, pulling turkey legs out of stirrups and tossing them into a can and you just had a glimpse of hell .

How do you PUT that on a resume?!?! What is the job title? "Turkey foot remover" ??? I have a better one for you. How about: "The worst ... job ... of all time!"

I joined the Air Force shortly after.

Different people and different types of mechanics may differ, but for me the two worst parts of the job were:

Chemicals - There are many harsh and dangerous chemicals that mechanics are exposed to and it is a constant battle to decide how careful you want to be versus how much you want to annoy yourself. This could be as simple as wearing gloves (which are often uncomfortable and limit the feel you need for small parts) or being aware of the fact that many brake pads still contain asbestos.

The antifreeze really burns if it drips down your arm and into your armpit while you are

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Different people and different types of mechanics may differ, but for me the two worst parts of the job were:

Chemicals - There are many harsh and dangerous chemicals that mechanics are exposed to and it is a constant battle to decide how careful you want to be versus how much you want to annoy yourself. This could be as simple as wearing gloves (which are often uncomfortable and limit the feel you need for small parts) or being aware of the fact that many brake pads still contain asbestos.

Antifreeze really burns if it drips down your arm and armpit while under a car. Hot transmission fluid can burn the inside of your ear (guess how I know). Brake cleaner chemicals and other sprays are terrible for you. In the winter, you will breathe a lot of exhaust in a workshop with the doors closed, even if you have vents on the car you are working on. Gasoline tastes very bad. Degreasers sting when they get into the eye. Brake fluid eats paint ... so it's not good for your skin, either.

It's just part of the job, but it's one of the least fun parts to deal with, obviously. Many people choose to wear gloves and safety glasses, obviously. But no one uses those fancy machines in training videos to capture brake dust. Everyone sprays brake dust and everything else in the shop with compressed air. People use a spray brake cleaner to clean anything.

And the mechanics get hurt, unfortunately. People get burned and cut all the time, obviously. But people also hurt their backs from struggling with transmissions to get them in place and lifting truck tires. Vehicle lifts are dangerous, cars occasionally fall over. A wrench, crowbar, or screwdriver can break while putting all your weight on them and cause serious injury ...

Dirty cars are the other terrible thing. I don't mean a muddy wheel well or a dusty interior. There's nothing worse than having to lie in the footwell of a filthy dirty car trying to work under the dash, weaving your way through fast food wrappers, sticky surfaces, spilled coffee, used tissues, and other 'personal' items. ... all on a hot and humid day ...

The way some people maintain their cars is really insane, what's worse is that they are generally not considerate enough to throw out the trash before handing it over to the mechanic.

Year 2007: I was a brilliant student until the eighth grade, with a score of 94%.

Year 2008: Due to the overconfidence of the grades of the eighth standard, I get a score of 70%.

Year-2009-Then at 10th standard I get 80% because I don't work hard or practice, because I was trying to please my classmates by making noise and making fun of other students.

After passing the tenth standard, I learned from iitjee from somewhere, that if you cleared it, your life would be established.

Year 2010: Then at the eleventh level I took non-medical courses without counseling as all my friends were taking non-medical courses and joining fiitjee training.

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Year 2007: I was a brilliant student until the eighth grade, with a score of 94%.

Year 2008: Due to the overconfidence of the grades of the eighth standard, I get a score of 70%.

Year-2009-Then at 10th standard I get 80% because I don't work hard or practice, because I was trying to please my classmates by making noise and making fun of other students.

After passing the tenth standard, I learned from iitjee from somewhere, that if you cleared it, your life would be established.

Year 2010: Then at the eleventh level, I took non-medical courses without counseling as all my friends were taking non-medical courses and joining fiitjee training. I didn't understand English because I don't have an environment where students or people speak English. , so i can't understand what i taught in fiitjee coaching.

Due to which my interest in studying keeps losing and I failed the first time in my life in the study, and I start taking fiitjee coaching classes.

Somehow I passed the 11th standard and made it to the 12th standard. Now I told my parents that the coaching classes were over, but actually I left and stopped going to coaching classes.

Year 2011: I got 62% in the 12th standard.

As I am not concentrating and studying at level 12, my interest in PCM lost and I did not take engineering because of losing my parents' money in training.

Even after the 12th, I don't know what I want to do in my career

Year 2012: I found out about the merchant marine, someone told me that if you join the merchant marine, you will travel the world and work only for 6 months, then I filled out the entry exam form to the merchant marine but I could not give the exam as the exam center is 1000 km far from my hometown. and my father is busy with business and cannot travel with me to the exam center, so I leave the plan to join the merchant marine.

Year 2012–2016 = After that, I entered BA distance learning and got Bachelor's degree in 4 years.

Until now, I don't know what to do in my career, while all my friends are doing work or business, but I am unemployed.

I had lost 5 years but I read a lot on the Internet about different topics of marketing, technology, computers.

Now I got to know the NSDC star scheme, in which there is a bank correspondent and facilitator course, if you complete it you will get a job in the bank.

I did that course and got a certificate, but I am not applying for a job because I am weak in English conversation and had little confidence in myself, so I was afraid of rejection in the interview.

Year 2016–2018 = In the meantime, I tried stock trading to make a quick buck, but I lost 8000 so I quit.

I also tried my luck on the crypto currency and made 5000 rupees.

I make money with random jobs.

7 years had been wasted, I still don't know what to do in the race.

The worst mistake

  1. I did not receive advice from a career counselor.
  2. I took admission in iitjee.
  3. I do not discuss the condition with my parents.
  4. I don't take my career seriously.
  5. I have no goal or dream in life.
  6. does not acquire any job skills.
  7. don't learn from past mistakes.

The good decisions I make in that time is

  1. Don't drink, smoke, gain weight, don't steal money.
  2. do not spend unnecessary.
  3. Read on anything from marketing to finance to mutual funds to stock trading.
  4. learn the life lesson.

Now my only weakness is that I want to learn but I am lazy, I cannot work continuously.

I have lost all my dreams of traveling, getting married, getting rich.

I'm going to have to leave with the little time assigned to me to do the boat cleaning job.

I'm super sensitive to cleaning agents, apparently, and of course all the gloves and other PPE were crap, holes and whatever. Also, things were not clearly labeled. So, of course, my hands, legs, arms, and feet ended up swollen and inflamed from the chemicals that splattered my skin, and no one knew what to do.

It is difficult to work outdoors with chemicals, when you have skin sensitivity and photosensitive skin. I found this out the hard way.

Then my feet, hands and arms swelled up a bit.

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I'm going to have to leave with the little time assigned to me to do the boat cleaning job.

I'm super sensitive to cleaning agents, apparently, and of course all the gloves and other PPE were crap, holes and whatever. Also, things were not clearly labeled. So, of course, my hands, legs, arms, and feet ended up swollen and inflamed from the chemicals that splattered my skin, and no one knew what to do.

It is difficult to work outdoors with chemicals, when you have skin sensitivity and photosensitive skin. I found this out the hard way.

Then my feet, hands and arms swelled up a bit.

When the boss saw how bad my skin was getting, he didn't offer to take me to a doctor for workers' compensation, of course, so he started making me clean barnacles from the dry docks and help everyone.

I learned from the old ladies how to hide and relax a bit at that job, that way, but I felt pretty useless and quit shortly after anyway.

I liked the work, to be clear. I couldn't do much more than paint, due to all the chemicals and the lack of PPE. So that was my worst job, I think. And I think that was mainly due to the way the shipyard was run.

I even tried to convince them to let me get their OSHA things in order, since I was the safety captain of my ship in the Navy, but they said they had a man for that. Pssh. Go figure. Yuck.

Odor tester

When you are using a body spray, have you ever thought that the smell is so nice and it suits me perfectly? That's why these armpit sniffers are to be thanked, their job is to select 50 members of different masses and sympathize with their armpits. They will confirm the breadth of freshness of the body spray produced by your company and how they are working. To do this, they would sniff the armpits of 50 members per hour. When you ask a lady who does this job, don't you feel bad about sniffing someone else's armpits. Then he said that thousands of people are doing this work for free in RTC bu

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Odor tester

When you are using a body spray, have you ever thought that the smell is so nice and it suits me perfectly? That's why these armpit sniffers are to be thanked, their job is to select 50 members of different masses and sympathize with their armpits. They will confirm the breadth of freshness of the body spray produced by your company and how they are working. To do this, they would sniff the armpits of 50 members per hour. When you ask a lady who does this job, don't you feel bad about sniffing someone else's arms. Then he said that thousands of people are doing this job for free on RTC buses and local trains, but I'm doing this job and making billions. It is the best form of positive thinking.

Salary: 3 lakhs per month

crocodile trainer

There will be a crocodile trainer at the zoo. Your job is to place your head between the strongest crocodile jaws. I would kiss him on the nose. Even if the crocodile is a trained one, if it feels irritating it will be dead for some time. Type "murdered crocodile trainer" on youtube. I would watch a lot of videos. Some of the trainers were killed and also eaten by crocodiles

Salary: 4 lakhs per month

Mosquito researcher

Actually, mosquito researchers are scientists. They would investigate ... how do mosquitoes bite? What are their biting habits and behaviors? To do this, they make mosquitoes bite them, which would suffer a mosquito bite with more than 500 mosquitoes in 15 minutes.

salary: 5 lakhs per month

Art models

His job is to pose naked in front of some cartoonists. It is not a normal job to pose naked in front of more than 10 artists at the same time without moving, without changing expression. They are called nude art models. This type of art models were found in the Greek country for the first time in history. Salary will be based on experience and model.

Elephant examiners

Their job is to clean the elephant rectum. To stop reproduction in the rectums, they need to operate by cutting 2-inch skin and 4-inch fat.

Salary: 3 lakhs per month

Collision eliminator

sometimes we could see dead dogs, cows, pigs on the road. The people who remove those corpses are called dead road removers. They have to take them out carrying that terrible smell. But your salary will be much less

Despite the fact that their work is so disgusting and terrible to watch, everyone enjoys their work. Whatever opportunity we get, whatever work we are doing, it is enough if we try with dignity of work for perfection.

The day my brain failed was one of the strangest days I experienced working in a flower shop.

It was in 1980 ... a couple of days before Mother's Day, one of the busiest holidays for a florist in America.

The entire week before Mother's Day seemed incredibly hectic in that particular year.

I waited for demanding clients, arranged bouquets, and answered endless phone calls.

We were all focused on Mother's Day, but the regular orders were also coming in. Bouquets had to be made, hospital bouquets arranged, and, of course, funeral flowers.

It was my turn to sit at the desk and answer the phone.

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The day my brain failed was one of the strangest days I experienced working in a flower shop.

It was in 1980 ... a couple of days before Mother's Day, one of the busiest holidays for a florist in America.

The entire week before Mother's Day seemed incredibly hectic in that particular year.

I waited for demanding clients, arranged bouquets, and answered endless phone calls.

We were all focused on Mother's Day, but the regular orders were also coming in. Bouquets had to be made, hospital bouquets arranged, and, of course, funeral flowers.

It was my turn to sit at the desk and answer the phone one afternoon. It was two days before Mother's Day.

"Good afternoon, city florist (not real name), this is Julie."

I said the above prayer over and over on the phone throughout the day.

Looking at the clock it was 5:00 PM. I remember thinking it might be past 7:00 before I could go home.

Several patrons kept wandering aimlessly in the front room looking at arrangements of silk and flowering plants.

The older designers were tired and arguing with each other in the back of the store. The delivery men wanted to go home.

I took a look at my hands. They were stained with dyes and there were cuts of rose thorns. A cut was bleeding and I quickly wrapped a tissue around it.

It was loud and there was an inordinate amount of activity around my desk. I felt dizzy and a little overwhelmed.

A woman peeked through the back room door, impatiently asking for help.

The huge door to the refrigerator where cut flowers were stored was constantly opening and closing. Outbreak! Outbreak! Outbreak!

“Look Julie, Mr. Smith (not his name) died. That funeral will be huge! ”Exclaimed my boss. He opened the newspaper and pointed to the obituary.

I looked at the newspaper and began to write the name of the deceased and the date of the funeral.

I was about to ask my boss about ordering more flowers for the next funeral.

The telephone rang. Before picking up the phone to answer, I looked at my boss and said: "Good afternoon, city florist, this is Julie."

In late 1988, I applied for a somewhat vague job listing in a local newspaper looking for someone for a local petrochemical refinery for a long-term temporary job that required at least an EMT certification WITH "computer usability." Since I had a background in electronics before going into healthcare, I thought about applying.

It turned out that they wanted someone to enter the medical records of an entire refinery into one of the first Apple IIc computers. But they didn't even have the selected software yet. I faked it. He hadn't even turned on a computer. But back then, "who had"?

I got the job and thought

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In late 1988, I applied for a somewhat vague job listing in a local newspaper looking for someone for a local petrochemical refinery for a long-term temporary job that required at least an EMT certification WITH "computer usability." Since I had a background in electronics before going into healthcare, I thought about applying.

It turned out that they wanted someone to enter the medical records of an entire refinery into one of the first Apple IIc computers. But they didn't even have the selected software yet. I faked it. He hadn't even turned on a computer. But back then, "who had"?

I got the job and solved it day by day by reading the configuration and operation manuals. I researched all the available software and then set the fields in the databases to completion.

An interesting side note is that I found one of the FIRST viruses ever. It was an Apple virus (rarer still) that affected the master boot record (an MBR virus), which was a variant of the 1981 "elk cloner". It was on some Apple floppy disks that my supervisor had borrowed. from another refinery.

There is nothing more jarring than suddenly waking up to a different song than the one you were listening to. I listen to Rainbow Connection by Kermit the Frog when I go to sleep and it repeats, so I don't have to worry about the end of the entire CD after the track is ready, even if it's the last track on the CD. Basically there I am sleeping and all of a sudden ... I hear ...

Only a woman will break his spell.

That's from the Blue Oyster Cult song Nosferatu, which I don't care about on its own, but when it's the track that played before Rainbow Connection, dude ... that's the last song I need to hear when

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There is nothing more jarring than suddenly waking up to a different song than the one you were listening to. I listen to Rainbow Connection by Kermit the Frog when I go to sleep and it repeats, so I don't have to worry about the end of the entire CD after the track is ready, even if it's the last track on the CD. Basically there I am sleeping and all of a sudden ... I hear ...

Only a woman will break his spell.

That's from the Blue Oyster Cult song Nosferatu which I don't care about on its own, but when it's the track that played before Rainbow Connection, buddy ... that's the last song I need to hear when I'm still sleeping. Don't get me wrong, I love that song ... but please, a little warning before you go to change songs like that.

The best part is that you can see something new every minute that you drive down the road. You meet new people every day and make new friends almost every day.

The worst thing is that you spend a lot of time alone.

Yes, I would recommend it to anyone with a loose footing and no frills.

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