I was the night foreman of a galvanizing factory, which is hot and smelly and dirty and miserable.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was a bartender at a Pizzeria Uno's for nine years. The people I worked with were amazing, but it was quite possibly the most miserable time of my life.
I was a handyman in an office building across from Penn Station for two entire summers while I was still in school and the summer after. I had to wear a big, gray jumpsuit kind of thing that had the name of the company in a big patch on my chest, and I was sent to fix things and didn't know what I was doing.
The worst job I ever had was working nights in the Chrysler Building. I was part of a team of about five guys, and we polished the leather furniture.
My first job was cleaning dog kennels. It was especially, ah, aromatic during those hot, humid Louisiana summers, but it prepared me for Hollywood.
I come from a coal-mining, working-class background. My father was a coal miner.
I was working in restaurants as a captain and as a waiter.
I was a mechanic at a go-cart place, a deejay at a roller rink, a telemarketer in New York, a grocery bagger.
I did every job under the sun from bartending to ushering to temping.
My mother was a cleaning lady all her life.
I used to be a hot-tar roofer. Yeah, I remember that... day.