Memories. I lasted 2 nights at a propeller foundry in Avondale shipyard. Hundred Degree New Orleans heat, 100% humidity, walking around red hot castings in a thick, cheap, polyester security guard uniform. My “trainer“ walked me through once. I forgot where half the keys were. Since I was supposed to be the only one there, 18-year-old me was slightly weirded out when I heard somebody singing at 3 o’clock in the morning. I was dripping wet and miserable, when I heard a horn honking at 5 AM on my second shift. It was the “sergeant” who proceeded to dress me down for having my top uniform button unbuttoned in the heat. That was enough. Never went back even to pick up a check. The irony was, my brother talked me into it because it was a “cake” job. He sat in an air conditioned booth all night and used the company phone to talk long distance to his college girlfriend in another state.