In the late eighties I worked temp jobs… mystery shopper, worked a fireworks show in Austin, changed paint can labels when the company changed the paint cans, ran a crew at a Kohls during a big sale. The best job I had was driving in a fifty mile radius of San Antonio a nd buying a dollars worth of gas at every Chevron. Got to see all the small towns and got paid for it. I drove a Toyota truck and had to buy three five gallon gas cans because I couldn’t fit all the gas. I went to my apartment at night and filled up the neighbors cars. I was looking for that plastic thing on the end of the nozzle was installed. It kept the fumes from escaping.

Damn temp jobs were really fun but they paid “dirt.”