No really I speak from experience! My second summer as a Cadet shortly after flying the B-52, I got 6 weeks leave. At home, 18 years old and near Trinity lake..... recreation!!!!
My parents had arranged a job..... packing hod. Mr Kinney and I poured the high school bleachers. Work ethic?
Oh yeah, the cat poop in the sand was a hazard. My first apprentice instructions included check the sand. Oh what a sight, seeing his trowel cutting the mud with the skilled movement. The perfect slope left by the trowel. Then the remainder of a cat turd in the slope. Kind of like finding half a worm in the apple. Then the look of scorn. Oh that was painful.
My parents had arranged a job..... packing hod. Mr Kinney and I poured the high school bleachers. Work ethic?

Oh yeah, the cat poop in the sand was a hazard. My first apprentice instructions included check the sand. Oh what a sight, seeing his trowel cutting the mud with the skilled movement. The perfect slope left by the trowel. Then the remainder of a cat turd in the slope. Kind of like finding half a worm in the apple. Then the look of scorn. Oh that was painful.