When my mom was a kid, she went on a tour with her school to the Dole Cannery, where workers packed and shipped pineapple.
She vowed never to work there.
And she never did — though many of her friends and classmates spent their summers in the cannery, working long hours for little pay.
Working at the cannery is undoubtedly a generation thing. (Cannery operations closed in 1991.) But everyone, regardless of age, has had to work tough, grueling or just plain boring summer jobs to make some money and avoid summer school.
I know students who spend summers bussing tables, bagging groceries, cleaning fish tanks, washing dishes and doing telephone surveys. Even scooping ice cream for a five-hour shift can be tiring.
I’ve been lucky: though I’ve worked continuously since I was 14, I never had an absolutely intolerable summer job. I’ve worked at a summer fun, an answering service, a flower shop, in many offices and in retail — all of which weren’t terrible. I didn’t come home smelling like pineapple or without feeling in my feet.
Anyone got memories of working a bad summer job — or better, working at the cannery?





