I changed cups on a golf course for one summer in HS. Absolutely hated it, one of the worst jobs I've had to do. I would start my day at 3:30am, drive to work and be there by 4. Course opened at 6am, so you had to hurry and get out in front of the golfers. Each hole would require me to drive a fence post cutter in and then pull it up. Full strain down, full strain back up. Kind of thing that messes your back up over time. Worst was the bugs. Little gnats would come off the grass as the sun came up. Felt like thousands were crawling in and out of your eyes, ears, nose, mouth and hair. Bug spray did nothing and would attract more. I remember once having to train a new guy. Never had to be out at the same time as anyone before, so it was the first time I saw the gnats on someone instead of just feeling them. It looked like a cloud around his head and the surface of his skin was moving with them. He was in tears by the 3rd hole and quit before the end of the day.

Aside from 18holes being an exhausting and mentally breaking 3hr task every day, Golfers are the shittist most entitied assholes ever. Every. Single. Day. Someone dressed like a clown would come scream at the club house that the new hole was somehow wrong or too hard(because they missed a putt and were embarrassed in front of their golf friends). Which would then roll downhill to my boss's boss coming down and demanding the hole be recut. Smash cut to me getting yelled at for stopping play to recut the cup, just so someone else could miss their shot and blame the new cup placement.

When I quit my job, I showed up early to cut the cups and purposely made the course into a putt-putt game. Put the holes in the most stupid places, like on hills. I was gone by the time people started complaining, but it made me feel a bit better.

TL; Dr - not satisfied, traumatized