Sat in a half-buried, concrete bunker in 90-degree heat putting clay pigeons on a trap shooting machine. Of course, I was only fifteen, and it paid double minimum wage...
LOL, that was one of my favorite jobs, 25 years ago.
Of course the old geezes would always let use take a few shots or slip us a beer now and again.
Where I worked, it paid minimum wage, but you got cash same day.