I didn't accept, but I was offered a job from Kelly Girl picking cucumbers for $2.75/hour back in 1970-something. The job itself wasn't weird - someone has to do it - but when one goes through an employment agency for a job, it's generally clerical work they're looking for, especially when one specifies on the application, "Clerical". I was only a kid, maybe about 16 years old. The rep gave me a nasty attitude when I reminded her that I specified office work, so I gave her some 16 year old attitude right back and never heard from them again. hah!
My first job, at 17 years old, was running kids' amusement park rides at a place called Adventureland. $1 per hour and all the food I could eat. Kind of odd .. but a lot of fun for a teenager!
I lived in an apartment for a few years and one day my apartment started filling up with wasps. I went nuts but could see they were coming in through the air conditioner. I taped plastic over the AC and called the guy who owned the building. He sent the bug man over. I had killed most of them by the time he got there. I could tell right away I knew more than he did about wasps and hornets. I offered some instructions which he appreciated. He owned the company. We talked a while before he left and before he left he offered me a job at his pest control company. He thought I would be an asset. I respectfully declined the offer and he assured me that if I changed my mind in the future he would make a place for me.
This is a true Thriftymaid tale.
This post was edited by Thriftymaid at February 13, 2019 7:45 AM MST
I did my mom's end-of-life planning last year. I spent a fair amount of time with the guy over a couple of different appointments. At the end, he asked me to come work with him, setting up funerals and burial/ cremation arrangements. The money is actually pretty good, especially out here when you work in some of the nicer retirement areas, but I couldn't spend my days dealing with death.
On the flip side, I had to hire a new attorney last summer because my ex started more garbage and drug me to court. At the end of my consult, the lawyer started asking about my work and ended up hiring me to do some writing for him.