At the end of the day, you need some perspective
As with any job, employees made a hobby of bitching about how much everything sucked whenever there was time to be killed. But even back then, I realized how lucky I was when I saw some of my friends slogging through summer gigs at car washes, shoe stores, and nursing homes -- jobs that came with constant moisture, gross feet, and both at the same time, respectively.
I knew how good I had it: I worked outdoors, 30ft from the beach, with dozens of other kids my age. At night, I’d usually leave with a wad of bills as thick as my science textbook. Sometimes, I ate free lobster. In college, I got a B.A., followed by a career that has literally nothing to do with anything I studied or was exposed to during my tenure at my rural Pennsylvania campus. I’m obviously thankful for the opportunity to gain a college education, but I’m even more thankful for the actual skills I learned breaking my back for Bennies every summer for four years.